Falice oneshots At Midnight

What Could've Happened

There's many things that could've happened - one of those were life-changing. The mistake costed him his life and what was that you ask? Instead of getting a minimum sentencing, FP received the news. He was going to be spending 20 years locked up in prison for a crime he should've never covered up. Jason Blossom's cover up was the worst mistake he'd ever done because it - he lost the rights to his children and was spending the rest of his life miserable. He wished he'd saved the kid's life, not giving him drug run jobs. He'd still be alive if it wouldn't for his foolish mistake. His son did believe he was a murderer and that hurt the most. His daughter never called and well... Gladys, his wife stopped answering his pleas. Jughead never spoke to him anymore, truly believed that FP had killed Jason Blossom and Clifford got to walk-free. His son moved into a foster home, left anything that resembled his father, refused to acknowledge him at all.

Another thing that happened was Alice. With dealing with Polly running off, and Betty losing her boyfriend to the Southside, her hands were tied into knots. The news destroyed her. She kept denying it. There's no way - but then reality set. FP Jones was going away for twenty years. She was stuck in a marriage that sucked her dry.

She cried for the first time, real tears of grief. Her heart fell out of place without him and regretted giving up her child and not trying to be anything than fuck buddies during her high-school experience with FP Jones II.

Fresh tears fell into her morning coffee, another splashed onto the paper that she had been reading when she learnt FP was actually a child killer. She couldn't believe it. This all felt like a nightmare - she wished it had been.

Her heart rate spiked and she clenched her chest with her hands over her heart. The squeeze in her chest cavity caused her to fall from her seat. She knew the signs.

A panic attack.

She was having a panic attack and there was nobody around to soothe her through the heartbreak. She felt alone, unwanted and deserted. She wished she'd stop crying. He killed a child! Alice, stop it! He KILLED A CHILD, a GROWING BOY! Her mind screamed at her. But her heart didn't care about the facts. No. It cared about was the what if's.

What if I'd told FP?

Would I still have my baby boy?

What if we'd married?

What color eyes would our grandchildren have?

What if....?

.....what if....?

......what if I married FP?

Did FP ever love me like I'd loved him?

What if He never did?

Could I make what if's come true?

All the What If's would never come true. Alice had already knew that, but hoped they would. She falls off the chair and onto her bare knees, shaking and her chest tightening.

She was all alone.

Alone.

A-L-O-N-E is what she is.

Nobody to stop her attacks, no one to cry to or wipe her eyes from the aching tears. She already want to give up, but in the back of mind, FP's words made her push on forward.
"You'll make as a writer, you will make as a strong person. Don't give up, show the Northside bastards that the Southside can kick ass, even if we don't have their luxuries. Shove it in their faces, Smith." That's where her catchphrase came from. His message.

She was going to shove it their faces.

Three years after FP had been locked away, Alice and Hal divorced and both her daughters blamed her for their marriage failing. And then the local paper ran beneath her blue eyes.