serpent ♔ juliet

Hey homecoming queen

"Look damn good in the dress Zipping up the mess Dancing with your best foot forward Does it get hard To have to play the part? Nobody's feeling sorry for ya"

Penelope Blossom had murdered her father - right in front of her. In front of V and Jug… The memory like a hard knife, stabbing at her gut, twisting and making her feel helpless - her heart aching. Even if her father was a terrible man, he should have seen justice rather than the gun to his head, And no matter what dark thoughts Betty had about herself, she didn’t deserve to see what she did. Seeing her father executed as part of some sick game, that reminded her of the hunger games. She’d invented to torture the teens and her daughter. As a woman who was used, abused, and traded for business, you’d be forgiven if you caught yourself thinking that she should have known better. Should have wanted better for Cheryl. But no. She was bitter and twisted, toxic to those close to her, and to those who had the unfortunate of crossing her line of fire.

Like that was even possible in this town. The girl hadn’t let her guard down since Jason was recovered from the river… And she knew she wouldn’t be able to for a long, long time. But her mother being… motherly? Her shoulders did drop as some tension went away from her and into thin air. Betty dropped her pen to the table, closed her book, and got onto her feet. She instinctively felt intense again, the action more subconscious now, before joining her mom on the sofa, flopping down with her back against the couch. “Yeah, I know. That’s the benefit of having a big brother in the FBI, right?” The words fro her mouth were still odd and weird. She was only known to have an older sister. Charles took some adjustment, but they were getting there. The whole thing seemed to be becoming more natural. Even though at times, she still questioned. Was he legit? She knew from experience that was the reason she was feeling like that. “I just– I want to do more. I’m restless, mom. Something feels off.” The girl felt herself leaning in, closing the space between her and her mom, Sitting cross-legged with hands in her lap, fingers almost digging into her palms. Anxiously.