Mystery Incorporated (Riverdale Imagine) Part Two
This is Part two. I know it’s short but I hope you enjoy.
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You sat in a booth at Pop’s diner with your friends.
“There’s no need to pity me.” You could feel their sad stares on your being, as if they felt you had lost a part of yourself. “I’m doing just fine.”
Correction, you were dying inside.
“You have no right to come here. You lost that right when you left.” Your voice was harsh, if anyone saw you talking the way you had talked to your father, they wouldn’t believe it.
(Y/n) (L/n) the girl whose heart was made of pure gold. She had been through so much, yet seemed so innocent, like a blooming flower in need of protection. That’s who you were to everyone, everyone but your friends.
“I have every right.” He screamed loudly moving towards you. “You are MY daughter.”
“You are not my father.”
That was 1 week ago. Your mother had been dead for 3.
“(Y/n)?” Jughead’s voice was soft. You hadn’t realized the door chime as a man walked in. “You alright?”
As you looked up, you froze. You could feel the tears fighting their way to escape. You stood abruptly, startling each of your friends.
“I need to go.” But it was too late. The man had spotted you. Your father was staring you straight in the eye, and you could tell that he was drunk.
“Where the hell do you think you’re going?”
Your friends watched your encounter with the mystery man. You never talked about your father, so they had no idea who he was, or why he was talking to you.
“Away from you.” You mumbled incoherently. You began to walk away but your father gripped your wrist harshly.
“I don’t think so you worthless-”
Your father crumpled to the ground, and standing there was Archie Andrews.
“Let’s get out of here.” The group stood up, eyes wide as they followed Archie out of Pop’s, you in tow.
Archie’s face was struck with anger.
“When?” He screamed as you reached, his and Betty’s street. The girls looked confused, as Jughead stared at the ground. “When did he come back?”
While you hadn’t told anyone else about your dad, Archie knew everything.
“A week ago.” Your voice was weak with fear. “I’m sorry Arch.” You sunk to your knees as you sobbed.
Archie bent down and lifted your chin up so he could see your face.
“No no (Y/n). This is not your fault. None of this is your fault. I’m sorry for yelling.” His gaze softened as you stopped crying. You then saw the bewildered faces of your friends.
“Guess I have a lot of explaining to do.”