He'd spend an eternity...
"You're here to visit FP Jones?" The guard asks as I enter the registration office, he looks bored until he looks up and recognizes me. "Hey, you're the girl that got shot, aren't you?"
"Yes, that's me, and yes, I'm here to visit FP," I tell him, he nods, grabbing a small gray box for me to place my things in.
"Personal effects here please, and then straight on through those doors, a guard on the other side will lead you through." I nod, taking out my phone and whatever else I had in my pockets and stepping to the side to walk through the doors, he presses a button and the doors swing open, permitting me to enter the belly of the beast.
The guard is silent as he leads me down the hall and to the right, opening the first door on our left and motioning for me to enter. I'd already been here once before and I remembered the way, so I didn't ask any questions. It takes a few moments before FP shows up, being ushered in by a guard and seated at the table.
"You've got five minutes, ma'am." The guard tells me, surprisingly kindly. FP looks back at him, a confused look on his face as the guard leaves the room.
"What was that all about?" he asks, gesturing behind himself at the door that had just closed behind the guard. I shrug, not completely sure.
"Maybe the guy at the counter told him about the whole 'getting shot' thing, he seemed pretty interested when he was asking me about it," I respond, figuring that was the best answer. His face changes when I make mention of the incident at Pop's, he looks both guilty and angry at the same time.
"I swear to God, if the man ever ends up in here, I'll kill him." I smile sadly at him, knowing he probably won't be here for much longer, he'll be transported to the state prison once they determine his sentence.
"How's it looking for sentencing?" I ask, dreading the answer, he looks down at his hands, refusing to make eye contact with me.
"It's not looking good, twenty years minimum if I take the plea deal...forty if I don't." My gasp echoes through the room which goes deathly silent after he tells me this. I knew it would be bad, but this is on a whole other level.
"Forty...forty fucking years?" I ask, feeling tears prick my eyes, he finally looks up at me, nodding sadly, his demeanor lacking hope completely.
"The court-appointed lawyer met with Jughead and I just yesterday to discuss our options...apparently, this deal is the only one." I shrank back into the metal chair, my hand resting instinctively over my stomach, which was growing slowly by the week, and tried to come to terms with the fact that my child would grow up without a father.
"They might be closing Pop's," I begin, simply to change the subject, "Betty is leading a crusade to keep it open...I guess she's hosting some kind of 'Pop's Night' event at the diner, I don't know if the planning is going well, I haven't really talked to her in a while." At this point, I was just saying things to avoid the subject of his sentence.
"Gwen...you know that I would spend eternity in prison..." He begins, reaching across the table and grabbing my hand, I look up and see the sincerity in his eyes when he continues.
"For just five minutes with you."
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More Than I Should... (Fp x OC)
Fanfiction"Juggie, I'm your fucking girlfriend! Betty's my fucking sister! How could you do something like this?" I asked him throwing every ounce of betrayal I felt into the words I said. Jughead looks to the ground, obviously guilty but not enough to spare...
