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Missing : She’s gone.

Pairing : FP Jones x daughter!Reader, Jughead x Betty

Word count : 1,945

Header made by : @sorenmarie87

Warnings : AU-ish, Incest : Father / daughter relationship. Angst. Confessions.

Final part of Missing.

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You were sitting at your desk, grading papers and picking at your lunch when your door opened. A quick glance up and there was no mistaking that hat. “Jughead.” you looked back down to your work. “You missed my class this morning, but I won’t hold that against you. If you’re here for the work-” Before you could finish, he tossed something onto your desk and right into your line of vision.

You froze seeing pictures of you as a child and a newspaper clipping that haunted your nightmares. You swallowed, refusing to look up at him.

“Are you my sister?”

“Jug-” you started to speak, ready to ramble away with excuses or some kind of explanation, or maybe a lie, but he cut you off by going back and slamming your classroom door shut, the sound of which made you flinch.

“Are you my sister?”

“Yes.” you whispered as quietly as you could, not wanting him to hear the truth.

“Did you know?” he demanded, standing in front of your desk again. “When we met, when I introduced you to my dad at parent teacher night, did you know?”

“No. No, I didn’t know. Neither of us did. I promise you, Jughead.” Tears were on the verge of falling, everything was blowing up and much sooner than you had expected and it didn’t start with someone on the outside, it started with his son, his family. The most important person in the world to him.

“Does he know?” You opened your mouth to speak, when he seemed to realize what he was asking. “Of course he knows, I found this in our damn room.” he spat and turned, looking out the window and rubbing a hand over his face in frustration. “How long? How long have you known?”

“Couple of weeks. I- I found out, went right to your dad-”

“Your dad.” he spat the words with disgust and watched as a tear ran down your cheek. “And you’re still sleeping with him? Even for Riverdale, that’s insane.”

“Jug, please, I-”

“Does Alice know?” You shook your head. “Why? Why tell my dad and not Alice? Because you wanted it to continue?”

“I needed to tell him because of what we were. I left it up to him to tell her, I stayed away from him after I told him-”

“You were there last night!”

You opened your mouth only to close it again. You wiped away your tears and took a deep breath before answering. “He beat the shit out of my mom, Jughead. He found her, and he put her in the hospital. He was pissed. She took me from him when I was a baby, and he felt like she took me from him all over again when he found out who I was. I didn’t intend to.. I tried, Jughead. I tried so hard to stay away.”

“Didn’t look like you were trying very hard.”

“I’m sorry.” Jughead seemed to be watching you for a minute, and you asked something you were terrified of asking. “Does Betty know?” you knew he didn’t keep secrets from her, and if he told her, maybe she told Alice and-

“I didn’t tell her. But it’s only a matter of time before she finds out, you know how she is. Nothing is a secret from Betty Cooper for long.” With that, he headed for the door. Before he turned the knob, he spoke over his shoulder. “And once a Cooper finds out, the whole town finds out. No story is off limits.” Then he opened the door and left, leaving you crying at your desk.

It took a minute or two before you got yourself collected enough to wipe the tears, and grab the pictures along with your bag. You left everything else on your desk without a care and hurried out of the room. You were hurrying past the office when Doris Bell ran out asking what was wrong.

“I need to go.”

“What? Where-”

“I just need to go, okay?” you yelled back at her. “Something came up.”

“O-okay..” she watched as you disappeared from sight.

He wasn’t at the Wyrm, so you rushed your ass over to his trailer and prayed that he was there and that Jughead had stayed in school. Or that Jug left school, and just wasn’t here. Yeah, option two would be best.

You burst in and looked around in a panic, eyes settling on FP as he came hurrying out of his room. “What the hell?” he looked around, then looked back to you. “What’s going on? What-”

“He knows.”

“What?” FP rushed over as the door closed behind you, reaching out for you, but you took a step back. “What the fuck is wrong?”

“He knows, Jones. He fucking knows.”

“Who knows? And what does he know? Baby, you need to calm down-”

“Jughead.” you cut him off, and thrust the pictures at him. He took them, eyes still on you, trying to figure out the fear and panic, but the second he looked down, he understood and the look on your face was almost mirrored in his. “He knows.”

“How the fuck..”

“He brought those to me, threw them on my desk, demanding answers.. What the fuck else was I supposed to do?” The tears were back, running freely down your cheeks. “He knows, Jones. It’s over.”

“No, hey, we’ll figure it out, okay? We’ll-”

“It’s only a matter of time. She was right, I never should have come to fucking Riverdale.”

“You don’t mean that..” he stepped closer again, but you shook your head and he stopped.

“I’m sorry. I should go.”

You turned, opening the door and all but ran out of his trailer and away from him. “Wait!” he called out after you, but you didn’t stop, just pulled open your car door and slammed it shut behind you. “WAIT!” Without ever once looking back at him, you drove off.

He stood there for a minute, staring at where your car had been and then he headed inside, eyes going down to the pictures in his hand as the door shut behind him. Anger took hold. Once again, you had been ripped away from him, and this time possibly for good. With a yell, he threw the pictures at the wall with all his might.

“FUCK!”

You left Riverdale in your rearview after you bolted from FP’s trailer. You drove and drove until you couldn’t anymore, then grabbed a cheap motel room for the night. The next morning, you hit a diner for breakfast, walked around in a daze, and eventually gassed up and started driving again.

You found yourself back in New York, staring at the hospital entrance. You weren’t sure where to go, who to talk to. You felt like you’d lost every connection you had and now you were in a tailspin. You let your head fall back and sighed before getting out of your car.

You were sitting in an old cushioned chair next to your mothers hospital bed. She was asleep when you first arrived, and you had stared at her. You hated her for how things had turned, but you also loved her as she’d been the only mother you had known. You were stuck between rage and pain and you didn’t know where to land.

Eventually she woke up, surprise on her face when she saw you, then she cried, begging for forgiveness, trying to explain everything, but you didn’t respond, didn’t even look at her once her eyes had opened. The nurse came in twice to check on her, her meal came and went, and yet, you hadn’t uttered a single word to her.

“Why are you here if you won’t talk to me?” she asked, after almost an hour of silence.

“I fucked him.”

“What?”

“Forsythe Pendleton Jones the second. I fucked him.” You didn’t need to look over to know you had stunned her. “Remember that ‘boyfriend’, I mentioned? The one I couldn’t wait for you to meet?” you looked over at her and you couldn’t help but let out a sad chuckle. “It was him. It was him, mom. He was beautiful and sweet and kind, and he had a leather jacket and a motorcycle and I fucked him.” you spat the words at her. “It was good, mom. It was so fucking good. And then I found out he’s my father.”

Her mouth opened, but the glare you shot her before you turned away from her again made her mouth close. She let the silence and your confession sink in for a moment. “I-”

“Know what happened after I left here?” You didn’t want her apologies or her explanations again. “I went back to Riverdale. I went back to him, I demanded to know why he did it, why he hurt you. Know what happened?” you looked to her, watched how she waited for you to continue. “I fucked him again.” you shrugged. “Knowing he was my father, I fell right back into bed with him. What kind of person does that make me?” your face scrunched in horror and disgust at yourself.

“It’s not your fault, sweetie.” she spoke quietly, delicately. Like you were a wounded animal that needed soothing. “It’s mine. I should have told you a long time ago, I’m sorry.” You nodded to yourself, eyes on the floor as you tried desperately to keep the tears from falling again. “I’m glad you came back to see me, maybe we can talk, start to heal-”

“I came for a test, not to see you. I just figured while I waited I might as well come tell you that you were right.”

“Right about what, honey?”

“I never should have taken the job at Riverdale High. It ruined my life.”

“Oh, sweetie.” she breathed out, her voice filled with regret. “Wait, what test? Is everything okay?”

You looked up, finally looking her dead in the eyes. “I’m a week late. It’s either the stress of all this catching up with me, or I just made FP Jones both a father and a grandfather in one swoop. So what do I do, mom? What the fuck do I do now?”

FP felt like he was losing his damn mind. For three days, he hadn’t heard from you. He’d been to your house, but you weren’t home. He heard at Pop’s that you hadn’t been to work. You weren’t returning his calls or his messages. Even Jughead hadn’t been home.

He felt alone.

When his door opened, and Jughead finally walked in some time after dinner, Jughead didn’t utter a word to his father. It was FP, sitting at the table with a beer, that broke the silence before Jughead could get past him and lock himself in the back room.

“You know, after everything that happened with Alice and then with your mother, I never thought I’d love anyone again.” FP looked up, meeting his son's eyes. Jughead stood in the middle of the kitchen, watching him. “Then I met her.”

“She’s your daughter.”

“I didn’t know that, Juggy. When all this started, I didn’t know that.”

“You knew the other night.”

FP nodded his head. “I did.”

“Why didn’t you tell me? I didn’t even know I had a sister other than Jellybean. You should have told me. I shouldn’t have found out that way.”

FP nodded again. “I should have.”

“Why’d you still sleep with her again, dad?”

“I love her. I love her so fucking much.” FP admitted, eyes shutting as the ache in his chest returned. “And I think she’s gone for good this time.”

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