When I say I love you, its not because I want you or because I can't have you. It has nothing to do with me. I'm in love with what you are, what you do and how you try. I've seen your kindness and your strength. I've seen the best and the worst of y...
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Veronica swallows past the lump in her throat. She inhales deeply and draws in a breath of air. She avoided her parents for weeks. Weeks spent with FP and Betty at Jughead's side. It was time to face them, specifically him. Her father. She wanted, no needed some answers. She needed her father to look her in the eyes and make her believe he was not the reason Jughead Jones was fighting for his life in a hospital bed.
Veronica had never felt so alone in her life. She had been betrayed by her best friends and her parents in the same week, After she had dared to finally be her own version of herself and let them in, they had never let her in, not truly. She felt isolated from everyone. The last real sense of human connection she had experienced was with Jughead and that mostly revolved around mutual pain. She wonders if this feeling of solitary is how Jughead has felt all of his life, he's been unfortunately birthed into the lives of these people whereas she had only inherited them recently. It still adds another layer of understanding to their relationship. She makes a silent vow to try and be there for him always in whatever capacity she can manage.
She steels herself and knocks on the door of her fathers office.
"Come in." answers the voice of the man who has been starring in the majority of her nightmares. He sounds so calm, and so certain in his belief that he is untouchable. Sitting in his office, his sanctuary.
Her father is sitting at his desk scrabbling on papers, that she can see by the frustration and focus on his face, are important. He's only wearing a white button up with the sleeves rolled. She can tell he has been here awhile. At work on only the devil knows what.
He looks up at the first sound of her heels clapping his office floor. She hates seeing the tension leaving his face and his shoulders relax. She hates that he shows her any sign that her presence actually matters, that actually she makes his day better. That feeling alone makes so much of her want to be daddy's girl again. She wants him to have a way to explain it all, to make it make sense. She wants to be able to believe without a doubt that he did not try to have Jughead Jones murdered.
"Daddy." She says coolly with no affection in her endearment.
His face stays relaxed but it takes on an air of authority with the slightest bit of indifference and she realizes suddenly how much her masks are cheap imitations of him. She ponders how much that mask cost him. Hers cost her more than she could have known.
"Veronica, mi cortisone." Her father greets her warmly. She has to think about Jughead in his hospital bed to keep her mind focused on getting her answers.
"Let's skip the pleasantries Daddy we both know why I'm here." Says Veronica screwing in place her business face. Her father leaves his face open and honest to her. That alone almost throws her off.
"I assume you are finally here to talk about your young friend, the Jones boy?" her father asks with a heavy sigh. "How is Jughead by the way?"
"Yes I am and you do not get to ask that, you tried to have him killed." She states directly. It wasn't a question from her lips but a statement of fact.
