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The Emancipation of Lizzie Cooper	By : Silent Pluto Category: Comics > Archie & Co. Views: 10135 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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“Booze”

“So, you going?”
“Ethel what are you doing here?” I asked.
It’s a week after I got the reunion invite, after I broke things off with Joseph. Who like an annoying stalker kept calling my house at least 4 times everyday, until I called my phone company and had them block out all the numbers he was calling me from. I never gave him my cell, so no worries there. When I got home that night I bought 3 bottles of Zima, and one bottle of Alize. Right now I have no more alcohol in my home, even my stash was empty, and I think I gave some to the cat, I don’t know.
“Geez Betty, what happened to your apartment? God did you give some of that crap to Artemis?! Now you know they’ll lock you up for that shit out here!” Ethel said looking around the room as she started picking things up.
“Shit, no good morning? How are you? We haven’t been in the same country for about 2 years what new substance is on the market?” I groaned as she rolled me over on my back. Looking around the room I noticed that I didn’t make it to the bedroom, and passed out on the living room floor. My front door was wide open, and so was the sliding door, I lived on the 2^nd floor of a 5 leveled building, and I also had nosy neighbors. Bottles of liquor were thrown everywhere, and I was half naked from the waist up, my bra was missing. I felt a weight above my head, as I sat up slowly I noticed that it was Artemis, and he was out cold!
“I think you should close the door.” Ethel said, as she started to stuffed all the trash that was scattered around my living room in a trash bag.
“Why didn’t you do it?” I mumbled, running my hands through my hair.
“Because I wanted all those guys and that old man across the hall to see your naked breast all perky in the afternoon light.” Ethel said walking past me to my bathroom.
That made me jump, because as I looked to the door, there were 3 guys and a old man staring at me openly as they past my door. And boy were they taking the sweet time passing it. I could’ve sworn the old guy winked at me. I hurriedly ran to my door to close it and lock it with the chain.
“Damn it Ethel! You could’ve closed it when you came in!” I snapped, walking to the bathroom, but then I started to see spots. Which was a bad sign, a sign that usually meant I was gonna-
“Move!” I muttered as I violently pushed her out of the way, put up the toilet seat, and barf up whatever that was in my stomach.
“You never could hold you liquor!” Ethel sighed as she help my hair from my face.
An hour later, I was back to normal. Normal meaning I puked for about 5 minutes in my toilet, took a long shower, washed my hair, brushed my teeth, and my face wasn’t green anymore.
Walking out of my bedroom with fresh clothes on, I noticed the reunion invitation was sitting on the dining table.
“Could’ve sworn I tore that thing in half.” I muttered as I sat down. Ethel went ahead and make me brunch. And I was very hungry.
“I know, I taped it back together.” she replied as she put a huge plate of 2 pancakes, scrambled eggs and 2 strips of bacon in front of me, along with a mug of chamomile tea.
“Ugh! ‘E’ you know I don’t drink that stuff!” Betty said standing up to get some coffee out of the coffee maker.
“It’s good for you! *sigh* You are sooo American!” Ethel said dramatically as she stuffed a whole pancake in her mouth.
“Um… last time I checked so were you!” I retorted. She looked so much like jughead when she ate like that. The similarities between those two were endless.
“So true!” she shrugged.
After graduating from High School Ethel moved to New York and went to a college majoring in culinary arts. She is a great cook, but now Ethel rarely had time to cook anymore, well since she was discovered. Her class went to Rome her second year of college, on some trip to study foods in Europe, while she was visiting the Vatican some hapless photographer kept following her around. Ethel is an ace at martial arts, after she confronted the guy he admitted he was photographer for a magazine looking for new models. At first Ethel didn’t believe him at all, he gave her his business card, and out of curiosity she called him 2 days after, she was only staying a week in Rome, she thought ‘oh what the hell’.
The rest is history, Ethel is one of the most sought out models in Europe, they thought her interesting with her as they say “American Charm”. She also posed nude for “In Style” magazine about 2 years ago, they did a story on her.
The weird part of her career was that Ethel never wanted to come back to the states, she stayed in Europe, actually she lived in a nice large condo in England. So she could’ve came back home and expanded her career here, but she didn’t want not to. She and I would visit each other at least once or twice a year, spending 2 weeks together, me and my writing and book tours, Ethel with her modeling and constant traveling. Both unsuccessful with the male society.
Ethel was married 2 twice, and divorced twice. I would never linger in a relationship, that long with a guy to get them thinking about marriage. Even the thought of it made me shiver with disdain. After her second divorce Ethel went on a downward spiral, she was so depressed she turned to drugs, she was addicted to heroine for months! When I noticed my best friend hadn’t called me in months (not even a postcard people), I started searching. I would’ve hired someone to find Ethel, but she was a celebrity out there, and that would arouse suspicion, and bad publicity, so I had to do it on my own. It took me 2 weeks to find her, Ethel decided to come home one night, just to pick up some extra clothes, luckily I was already there to catch her before she ran off again. I had to literally fight with the woman to get to her to calm down, and hog tie her before I drove to a rehab facility. I hadn’t seen her since until today, and that was about a year ago. Sure Ethel called in once every week, and we phoned each other on the net.
But it took the word Riverdale to get her back here in the U.S. of A.
“Your looking spanking good!” I said sitting down to her breakfast.
“When am I not?” Ethel said vainly.
“You know, since you body filled up, you’ve been a bit too self confident.” I said lifting one eyebrow.
“Do you have to say that every time we get together? I’m-A-Model! Helllllloooo!” Ethel laughed.
“Yeah, to the Europeans. Your in America now. And your supposed to be on a cracker a day.” I laughed.
“If that ever happens I might just fade away.” Ethel snorted, going back to the kitchen for more pancakes. “So you didn’t answer my question before.”
“No.” Betty answered grimly.
“Now that’s the not the answer I was looking for.” she cackled from my kitchen. “And I think your cat needs a stomach pump.”
“Nah, he’ll be fine. Artemis is made of tougher stuff than that. Shit he took on some cat about 4 times his size a month ago. Damn door stopper was the size of a baby pit bull.” I laughed as I saw Artemis climb onto the kitchen counter.
“Yuck. That cat needs a cracker a day diet then.” Ethel said sitting back down at the table.
“Yeah, it was pretty big. And no before you ask again.” I murmured.
“Well damn, betty I know you don’t really mean that. Curiosity will eat you up if you don’t go.” Ethel pleaded
“Well then let it eat me. *snicker* That sounded kinky didn’t it?” I chuckled.
“Stop changing the subject! Your going to that reunion.” Ethel said in stern voice.
“*sigh* What good will it do for me to go?” I said leaning back into the chair, slowly drinking her coffee.
“I don’t know. Maybe none. But still at least you can say that you didn’t chicken out on your 10 year high school reunion at the 20^th year high school reunion.” Ethel explained.
“Oh your funny.” I snorted.
“No I’m serious Bets, your going! You and I haven’t set foot in Riverdale in almost a decade. Your mother, died from breast cancer 3 years ago, and your were doing a book tour in Australia! You weren’t even able to go to the funeral! Betty your worse off than me!” Ethel exasperated.
“I wish you wouldn’t bring that up.” I said in low voice. I don’t like being reminded of how terrible of a daughter I’ve been to my parents, I rarely ever called them. And all that Ethel was saying is true, I was soo caught up in my writing and touring I wasn’t even notified my mother was sick. I didn’t know about anything that happened until I came home from my 2 month long book tour in Australia and New Zealand and my answering machine had like 50 messages on it. Most of them from Polly and Chic trying to get in touch with me. (Polly and chic are my younger brother and sister for you all who didn’t know that) Polly is always anal, she cussed me out on every message so I just erased hers, Chic was really sad and desperate to talk to me, so I called him instead. They had her body cremated. The jar with her ashes is in mom and dad’s bedroom, so Chic told me.
As horrible as I felt, that still didn’t get me to rush home.
Me and my mom were never on good terms and even worse when I left home, she never called me, only dad would call me a few times a month just to see if I’m still breathing, or just leave a message when I wasn’t there. The big reason for me and my mothers fall out was that I found out she was sneaking around on my dad.
Reggie and I were hanging out on one of his dad’s yachts one night on the docks. When I saw a couple swagger around the docks, making a whole lot of noise, but trying to shush each other at the same time, obviously drunk. I decided to follow them and see what was up, reggie was all for it, he loved to gossip. But what we saw, I begged him to take to his grave. We found the couple’s yacht and sneaked on to it, we heard a lot of moaning.
“Ooh this is gonna be good!” Reggie snickered rubbing his hands together.
“You are such a pervert! Now shush!” I said covering his mouth with my hand. Then we walked up deck and found the couple in a brightly lit room. I didn’t get to see who it at first, because reggie pulled me back.
“The hell!” I whispered.
“Nevermind bets. Let’s go. I don’t wanna see two old people going at it.” Reggie said wildly, but I ignored him thinking he was making some sort of gag out of the situation. He got to see who it was and he didn’t want me to know. I wished I had listened to him.
I saw my mother on her knees, giving some guy a blowjob. Both of them were so out of it they didn’t even notice us there. The guy she was sucking off was (get this) Veronica’s father. I screamed, both of them jumped, luckily Reggie grabbed me from behind and pulled us into an open door. It was a closet.
“The hell was that?” Mr. Lodge grumbled.
“Don’t worry, probably those rabid teenagers again. I want missionary this time.” her mother moaned.
“You always want missionary.” Mr. Lodge groaned in annoyance.
“And you always want my backdoor!” Her mother chuckled. “It’s my turn. Hey! If you get me off before I have to go, I’ll have time for anal.”
“You drive a hard bargain Mrs. Cooper. You have a deal!” He chuckled. “But I want your ass first.”
“mmmm. Alright. Hurry it up though, those white Russians you made me are starting to make me drowsy.” she moaned, as he flipped over to position her on fours.
“Don’t worry this’ll wake you right up.” He groaned found some lube in nightstand and squirted it into her anus. “God, I love this is ass of yours.”
“huh?” Mrs. Cooper moaned apparently not hearing a word he said.
“I wish it was Betty’s I’m fucking. Mmmm and that tight little pussy of hers.” he moaned outloud as he plunged into her mothers ass.
“What?!” her mother moaned.
Through out the whole scene, I felt like I was either going to puke or lose my mind. Or both. The only thing that anchored I was Reggie’s arms that were locked tight around me. Holding me while my body shook from shock. He said nothing the whole time, no retorts, no jokes, no calming words, nothing. By the time we were able to sneak off the boat, my mind was blank, Reggie tried talking to me, but not a word left my lips as he drove me home. All I know is that I never set foot in that mansion again. Even when Mr. Lodge offered us rides, I walked the mile to wherever I was going.
As for my mother, hah, my view of her changed completely. I couldn’t look at her the same way without having my mind do flashbacks of her with ‘him’. We argued a lot, mostly about little stuff, I just couldn’t be in the same room with her anymore. One day she came into my room while I was writing in my diary, and she confronted me about it.
“I wish you wouldn’t spend all your time writing in that thing.” she started as she closed my room door behind her.
“There’s nothing wrong with me writing in my diary.” I murmured as I stopped writing to look at her. “And it’s frankly none of your business.”
“It is my business when you start writing about me! I think you know what slander is! I’m the woman of this house not you! Do you understand me?!” she shouted.
“Oh I know you’re the woman of this house!” I snapped as I stood up and walked over to stand in her face, I couldn‘t believe she read my diary. “But are you woman enough to keep to your wedding vows. And stick to one man?”
“I don’t know what the hell your talking about!” She snarled. “But you ought to be one to talk!”
“What I do with my life is none of your business! Especially when it comes to men! You of all people shouldn’t speak about that!” I shot back.
“How dare you talk to me in such a manner! I am your mother! And what I do in my private life is none of your business!” she shouted.
“It is my business if you’re my mother and your fucking with my best-friends father!” I screeched, before she slapped my twice across the face.
“The hell you say?! I better not hear any of that crap out of your mouth young lady, or you won’t live to see your prom night!” her mother growled in a low voice.
“Threaten all you want. Your still a whore! And nothing you do or say will change who you are, and what you’re doing!” I shouted. “And I swear if you ever hit me again, I’ll tell dad.”
“Hah, I doubt he’ll believe you.” her mother smirked.
“Maybe, maybe not. But do you want to chance that? I mean, where would I get such a ludicrous idea like that huh? Out of the blue? You coming home late at night from you and your girlfriends ‘hanging out’. Drunk as hell, not able to mutter a coherent word. I mean Veronica and I are best-friends, I’m at the Lodge mansion all the time, I must have seen….something! Right, mother?” I frowned, as her eye’s widen in fear.
“If you ever-”
“Shut up! Do you think I’m like you or something? It’ll kill dad if I tell him. But don’t think for a second that I won’t! And one day he just might find out! Keep pushing me, and he just will!” I threatened.
After that day me and my mother never spoke a single word to one another. She still went around, coming in at all hours of the night. Dad was so in love with the woman he never saw the signs. I felt bad for him, and completely ashamed of myself. But I still wasn’t going to destroy him by tell him the truth.
“And why shouldn’t I?” Ethel continued. “Do you feel guilty or ashamed for not feeling any remorse for you mother’s death?”
“Truthfully, no.” I said disdainfully. I never did tell Ethel about my mother and Mr. Lodge, I didn’t tell anyone! I always wondered if Reggie ever blabbed. We never spoke of it after that night.
“Now that’s just cruel Bets. And so not like you.” Ethel puffed.
“Look let’s just let the dead stay dead. The living should have no part with the dead, right? So that part I don’t want to discuss.” I said gulping her coffee.
“Fine, so what about Archie?” Ethel asked testing the waters, knowing damned well I don’t speak about that man.
“Did you come here just to piss me off or something? Because it‘s working!” I shouted.
“Shessh! Calm down, getting all hypertensive on me. I was just asking.” Ethel said displaying her hands in defeat.
“Don’t!” I spat.
“Well…whatever when we get back, we’ll going to have to deal with all the issues in due time.” Ethel said airily.
“We? When we get back? Were you listening to anything I said?” I sighed rubbing her temples.
“Yeah some of it.” Ethel grinned. “Betty no matter what you say, we’re going to that reunion.”
“When I can sprout wings and fly you mean!” I snorted my finality.
Which meant cock shit to Ethel, because the next two days I was on a first class flight straight to Riverdale. With Artemis sitting next to me in his cage.
“So do will these wings do?” she asked sipping her cocktail.
I said nothing while I swallowed the rest of my Bourbon with one gulp. I looked around for a steward or stewardess. One came to me smiling openly.
“Your cute.” I mumbled to him, feeling the alcohol swim in my head.
“Uh…thanx ma’am. Do you need something?” he blushed slightly around his ears.
“How old are you?” I asked tilting my head to the side.
“Just get her another drink please. A sprite this time, no more alcohol.” Ethel said from across my seat.
“Anything else?” he asked.
“Hey! You didn’t answer my question! That is so rude!” I said groggily.
“A bag of cheetos. It’ll help her if her stomach decides to reject the Bourbon.” Ethel sighed.
“Ok I’ll be back in a second.” He said walking off to get their order.
“Geez, you tell a guy he’s attractive and then he walks off! What’s the world coming too? Could’ve sworn he was 18!” I mumbled as I twirled my hair with her fingers.
“This is going to be a long flight!” Ethel said taking a deep breath.
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