 |
this is me trying.
serpent juliet I've been having a hard time adjusting I had the shiniest wheels, now they're rusting I didn't know if you'd care if I came back  this is me trying Betty had known for too long, perhaps long before she'd voiced her concerns to Cheryl about the Black Hood's true identity, but she hadn't been psychologically ready to admit it to herself. How could someone so twisted, so cruel be her father? It was all anyone talked about now in Riverdale, the race for mayor and escalating gang violence and drug trafficking paling in comparison to the headlines spewing accusations against Hal Cooper and his sickening lineage of killers that poured through the lifeblood of their family tree. This very blood ran through Betty's veins now. The daughter of the Black Hood.
She wasn't merely perfect and pristine Betty Cooper anymore, she was the daughter of a psychopath, and everyone was waiting for her snap, just like dear old dad. Betty had sought refuge in locking herself away in her room, spending time with Jughead and only a few other close and trusted friends with all the media attention always surrounding their house. She didn't get out so much anymore, but with time she was growing stronger again. That first visit, seeing her dad sealed in the cell where he truly belonged and renouncing his evil from her life, helped make her that way.
Betty was not her father's daughter. Things were going to be different, and she would make sure of that for her niece and nephew, too, with Cheryl's help.
Stepping into Pop's should've felt familiar, comfortable as it had her entire life, and yet the crowd quieted, all eyes averted from her. However, phones poised to snap a pick to fuel the tabloids still covering the story even months after her father's arrest. Betty ducked her head down, wondering if she should tuck tail and run, but then a familiar and friendly voice rose up through the sea of others, and her head snapped to see Toni in a booth several seats away. She breathed out a visible sigh of relief, the faintest hint of a smile as she accepted the olive branch and any excuse to shake all the onlookers waiting for her to lose it.
"I've been... better." Betty offered, sliding into the booth to join the other girl as she set her purse beside her in the booth, still smiling but more out of polite courteously than actually touching her eyes. "I could really go for some pancakes and a friend right now. Also coffee, definitely some coffee." 
0 Comments
|
