Favorite Crime

And I watched as you fled the scene

Saturday Night

Who that hell was that?

That was the question that had taken over Cheryl's every thought the minute she had sat on a red leather stool at the counter of Pop's Chock-lit Shoppe.

And she hated it.

She willed herself to think of other things. Like how she had spent the day trying to do absolutely anything that would keep her from spending a whole Saturday at Thistle House alone with her mother. Even though Nana Rose was also cooped up in there as well, she mainly kept to herself watching shows or trying as best she could to tend the garden.

One would think one of the most popular girls in high school would have a list of things to do on a Saturday, but the redhead normally preferred a quiet weekend at home. Whether it be reading, sketching, or even taking her bow and arrow and practicing on targets that had been placed on the property, it gave the girl a much needed break from the show she put on every week Monday through Friday in the presence of other people. She craved her weekends where she could just relax and be anything but Cheryl Blossom. Of course she would still maintain appearance on some weekends. Never one to not be seen causing chaos at a party if there was one she deemed worthy of her time. If it helped maintain her status and seniority over her peers, she was there. Now with the pep rally coming up the coming weekend, she knew there was bound to be one, so she was extra inclined to use this Saturday and Sunday as a reprieve. However, with her father and brother now gone, her home no longer provided that. Even when Clifford and Jason were alive it wasn't always easy to have a quiet end of the week for herself. She usually had to resort to one of her many hiding places she had around Thornhill. The attic, a forgotten guest room in the basement, even a loft in one of their barns all provided Cheryl with a little undisturbed peace.

When Jason was gone, her father had then taken to mentoring Cheryl in the family business, the legal side that is. Still, her two days for winding down were now taken over by her father's lectures as to how she would become the new face and owner of Blossom Maple Farms someday. Now being preoccupied with 'bullshit business 101', as she had deemed it in her head, on top of school and other extracurriculars, her weeks were truly unforgiving. She had loathed each and every day, with not even a day of calm to look forward to.

One more reason to be grateful for daddy's absence.

Oh, how Cheryl had been deceived.

While Clifford was no longer grooming her to take over his scapegoat business or being head of the Blossom household, that left the now only child with a bit more free time. True was also said for Penelope Blossom. The only member left of her family, besides her Nana, has made it a routine to irritate Cheryl at any given moment. Whether it be from reminding her that it should've been her to perish and not her brother, to being even more unhinged and vindictive than usual. While it shouldn't have surprised her that her viper of a mother would use their families tragedies to further sustain (and intensify) her narcissistic and sadistic antics, she was startled to learn of the older woman's new... pastime.

If you could even call it that.

Apparently grieving, wealthy widows were a sought after commodity for seedy men that littered the town. Stumbling in on one of her mother's sexual endeavors had been just as shocking, and repulsing, as learning about her father's crimes. How had someone who held stature and perfection above all, resolute to becoming Riverdale's resident escort? Succumb to the ranks of what she had been told happened only on the Southside.

Which had brought her back to tonight.

Originally Cheryl had planned to try and spend the day at her leisure, particularly in the comfort of her room, but that plan was quickly derailed when she heard the arrival of one of her mothers suitors.