#serpentlaw

Finally. A day to herself! A whole house to kick back, eat what she wanted, watch what she wanted, listen to music as loud as she wanted... Days like this had become even more rare than before, what with the Smith/Cooper house now the Smith/Cooper/Jones property. Family everywhere you looked, quite literally under your feet all the time. And to make matters better, Jug was due home at the end of the day. The two could enjoy each others company without being mindful of who was across the hall. 

After hearing about what Gladys had done to Ruby she was enraged. If it were possible for fire to come out of her ears it would have. There was a red, hot flame burning within her and it wouldn’t extinguish until she took Gladys down to her knees and made her pay for what she had done to Ruby.

She didn’t bother to knock, no this wasn’t a pleasant visit. This was no Northside Alice Cooper, no this was South-side Alice Smith who knew how to fight and she fought dirty. Kicking the door until it broke from the weight of her boot. <

The time was an enigma. People often used it to keep a track of their boring lives, to be aware of where they were or where they wanted to be. Time was a keeper, a guardian of the events of life and often gave them more meaning than it had to. For an event to be important, it needed date and time. The clock decided what was important enough to be marked. Every single life started with the time and ended with it, everything needed a time frame. However, time was always different. Sometimes an hour felt like a minute and sometimes a minute felt like a day, time had a way of prolonging sadness. Maybe that was the reason why he looked a bit surprised when he heard the voice of the older man, when he heard his words. Today, time was sloppy and he had no idea it was already midnight .

“ Dad, I am sorry.” He was apologizing, from the bottom of his heart. For his father was home and he wasn’t there, unlike many other days in the past he wanted to spend the day with him, have dinner and talk about his stories and what his father wanted to say. Now, he had a father and he was truly sorry for missing dinner with him. “ I was with Betty. I don’t think she is okay.” It felt as if the explanation was enough, his father was a lover and a fighter too. And like him, he loved more than one woman and Jughead was sure he knew what torture it was to see your loved ones in pain and knowing that there was nothing you can do to help. “ I would text you next time.”