(This will be a 4 parter)
Ava looked at all the faces "So many people"She cheered. "Mummy i smell"Betty giggled. "Bath time for Ava Bean coming up"Charles rushed to the bathroom turning on the taps. "Who are all the other people mummy"Ava asked. Betty chuckled "Once we have you all cleaned up, i will explain everything okay"The younger blonde nodded at her mother, her beautiful mother. "I'll bathe her, you get her clothes"Charles smiled. Betty looked at her brother and nodded. "Pyjamas please"Ava called before skipping into the bathroom with Charles.
It was about 3pm maybe later when Ava and Charles appeared, Ava's hair darker since it has been washed, since it was warm she was wearing black and white striped shorts and a white t with a panda face in the middle. "Here is my little angel"Betty picked her up causing the smaller girl to giggle "Auntie Toni, please can you do that pretty thing in my hair"Ava smiled "Of course i can, but Nanny here, she can do a much better one"Toni gestured Alice. Ava didn't hesitate on grabbing her scunchies and her brush before bounding to Alice perching her small frame on her lap, from anyone on the outside, Ava Mae Smith seemed fine, only the next weeks and months would show the extent of her illness and its affects on her tiny frail frame.
Alice smiled gently, combing the young girls hair before separating it into different sections, braiding each one before making two small buns with the braided pieces. "Thank you Nanny"The girl bounced up a rush coming over her, her face turning pale. ghost like. "Mummy i don't feel well"Ava looked at her mother. "Come here baby"Betty held her arms open. Ava began walking but stopped. Gripping her head as a sudden ache in her head fur filled her. Her brain felt like it was on fire. A piercing scream left her lips as she fell to her knees. Her eyes blurring.
"Ava"Betty's voice was barely a whisper as she rushed to her daughters side. "Charlie"Betty warned "I'll get the doctor"He nodded towards his sister. "Someone is not very well today are they"Toni sat beside Ava on the other side. Her cries loud, turning into sobs.
It was utterly heart breaking, such a young, kind soul was suffering, she was in agony, crippling pain, her body was trying to fight against it, but she was small, so frail, so young. Her blue eyes were spilling with tears, staining her face with every water droplet that fell.
Her body trembled not just with the fact she will ill and dying but with utter fear. Her lip quivering. It was scary for everyone in the room even those who weren't close or hardly knew Ava. She was beautiful. Kind, Caring and loving she was such character full of life. She bought joy. Everywhere she went.
"What happened"The nurse asked rushing in "She was okay, but she suddenly began holding her head and screaming."The nurse nodded "What we have to do is a full head CT scan. The scans earlier were of her body not her head. Tumours are a rare with Leukaemia but they can happen."Betty's heart again sank. For Veronica,Archie and Jughead they were disappointed in themselves. Hated what they had done. To hell with it everyone in that room except Sweetpea, Charles,Cheryl and Toni were guilty. They had drove her away. Pushed her out.Made her feel so disgusting. She made a mistake. A Drunken messed up mistake whilst in an argument with Jughead. A meaningless one night stand. That she couldn't remember the details about. She confessed the same day to Jughead and Veronica about the drunken sex with Archie Andrews Veronica's boyfriend. But the blame was laid on Betty.
Alice looked at her differently, Fp was disgusted in her, Jellybean would call her a slut constantly, Veronica,Kevin,Archie and Jughead made the rest of her time in Riverdale a living hell leaving her to only trust Sweetpea and her brother. Toni and Cheryl were originally mad. But it faded, they knew everyone made mistakes, and who was anyone to judge. Alice and FP had an affair behind Gladys and Hal's back. Veronica slept with Reggie when with Archie. It was unfair. Betty was labelled as the bad person.
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Despondency-Cooper/Jones/Smith Oneshots
FantasyWho said every short story was happy. Who said everything was happy in life. Graphic and sad writing is my qualification. Their will be happiness in this set of one shots but expect, blood. tears and anger.