When Jason Blossom is presumed dead, Riverdale shifts on its axis. Letting in the horror, and darkness that had been held at bay.
Archie, Veronica, Clary, Jughead, and Betty grapple with desires, love, drama, and murderers all while coping with the...
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Clarissa Cooper
"THIS IS MEANT TO HELP FP?" ARCHIE ASKED SKEPTICAL AS WE GATHERED
in his garage, the entire group was present.
"I don't know. Looks like more incriminating evidence to me," Kevin remarked, eyeing Jason's varsity jacket with suspicion.
"Yeah, this just confirms that my dad torched Jason's getaway car," Jughead added, leaning against a chair with a defeated look
"And that his confession was true," Kevin reiterated, glancing at me for confirmation.
"Why would FP say Jason's varsity jacket is dangerous? What could that mean?" I pondered aloud, holding the jacket up.
The door swung open, and Veronica entered, locking it behind her. "I can ask my father. He would know, considering we found concrete proof that he hired the Serpents to kill Jason," she announced, her tone serious. "Which probably means that your dad pulled the trigger, Jughead. I'm sorry."
Silence fell over us as her words sank in. I shook my head fiercely. "No. No! No, I'm not giving up yet." I turned to Archie, who had a similar build to Jason. "Put this on."
"What?" Archie looked bewildered as I helped him into the jacket.
"Clary, this is weird," he protested, but I persisted, feeling around the pockets and lining. "There's a hole in the pocket."
"Okay, now we're just grasping at straws..." Kevin groaned in frustration.
"No, wait. I don't know about you guys, but whenever I have a hole in my jacket pocket, I always lose my chapstick in the lining," Veronica chimed in.
"Or my Montblanc," she added with a wry smile.
I continued searching and finally found something. "Hold on." I pulled out a flash drive from a hidden compartment.
"What the hell?" Veronica exclaimed in surprise. Kevin chuckled, "Veronica Mars strikes again," as I held it up triumphantly.
We all moved to the couch, and I sat close to Jughead, his arm around me, while Betty connected the flash drive to Jughead's computer. A single video file appeared, and Betty clicked on it.
We watched in horror as the video unfolded—the murder of my brother, captured on camera.
"Oh, my God," Veronica whispered, leaning in closer. Tears streamed down my cheeks as the shocking truth unfolded before us. Then, the unthinkable happened. We all gasped when we saw the killer's face, frozen in the video.
I sprang to my feet, trembling with urgency, and dialed Cheryl's number on my phone. "Clary... Clary, who are you calling?" Jughead asked, confusion etched on his face as I fought to keep my voice steady.
"You have to get out of that house. Listen to me..." I pleaded urgently with my sister.
"I understand. Thank you," Cheryl replied solemnly before hanging up.
The weight of the revelations hung heavy in the room, our minds racing with the implications of what we had just discovered.
That night, Sheriff Keller and Mayor McCoy saw what we watched in Archie's garage. Jason, tied to a chair, in the basement of a bar, on the Southside of Riverdale, while a Serpent, Mustang, taunted him. Then, the unthinkable. Clifford Blossom appeared, taking the ring from Jason's pocket and then turning around shooting him unflinchingly. Later, we would learn why Jughead's father confessed. Because Clifford Blossom visited him on the night of his arrest, with a threat that my boyfriend, Jughead Jones, would suffer the same fate as Jason Blossom, if FP didn't confess. FP was protecting Jug from a monster, and the nightmare was far from over.
And our families, far from repaired... And though one question had been answered that night, that it was Clifford Blossom who killed Jason, a new mystery loomed over Riverdale. Why had he done it? It was a question only Clifford himself would be able to answer.
Sirens, cars, and three redheads. A tale as old as time. Knowing who killed Jason destroyed me but I needed Clifford to be brought to justice.
Penelope Cheryl and I all stood in a triangular form on the front steps of Thornhill.
We all pointed to the maple syrup storage. Where my father, Clifford Blossom, had hung himself. He put a rope around his neck and kicked a maple barrel out from under him. Drugs on the floor around the syrup he knocked over.
It was the ultimate cliffhanger. Clifford Blossom had killed himself. But why? Life's not an Agatha Christie novel. It's a lot messier. Turns out, maple syrup was a front for his true business. Transporting hеrοin from Montreal on his trucks. A narrative quickly emerged. That Jason Blossom learned about dear old Dad's drսg running, and threatened to expose the truth. Which led to Jason's abduction at the hands of a Southside Serpent named Mustang. And then to Jason's murder at the hands of his father. Clifford killed Mustang to cover his tracks, making it look like he'd overdosed, and tried to implicate a rival businessman, Hiram Lodge, as having masterminded the whole thing. And, oh, yeah, I almost forgot. Mr. Blossom threatened my boyfriend's life, so that his dad would confess to pulling the trigger, even though all he did was clean up the mess. And he would have gotten away with it, too, if it wasn't for a group of pesky kids who uncovered the truth. Even as Clifford Blossom, consumed by guilt and shame, took the coward's way out... Jason's murder had revealed some dark truths none of us were too eager to face. Especially not Mayor McCoy, who wanted every last vestige of corruption crushed like a snake under a boot heel.
