Prompt: Can you do a one shot based after the finale, where Chuck tries it on with Betty and she rejects him, then he gets mad and takes it out on her in front of Jughead?

This is pretty angsty, if you don't like talk of abuse, then you shouldn't read it. But yeah, enjoy!

I don't own anything.


His hand came from nowhere. Seemingly invisible, or just that quick, Betty couldn't tell. An unruly crack came from somewhere distant, pain flaring across her jaw. Black dots danced within her vision, mind becoming hazy.

How did this come to happen?

Through the fuzzy feeling tickling her mind, Betty thought back to earlier that day.

It started out like any other day, albeit being a Friday. An extra bounce in her step, a cheery smile on her lips, Betty was in a wonderful mood. A tad sore from lastnights escapade with Jughead, but it was happy pain. It had been a week since he accepted the jacket from those Serpents, the silent agreement for further service.

It did bother her, but after countless hours of expressing her concerns, however irrational they may be. Jughead soothed her soul with his constant assurance, stray kisses mixed with words till it was all a blur of limbs and comfort.

Things have been peaceful since, Betty even formally met a few serpents. Jughead mentioned that they took a liking to her, said he was a lucky guy for having such a girl.

He completely agreed.

As she wandered the halls of Riverdale high, Archie and Veronica in tow, Kevin off with Joaquin somewhere - no doubt in a heated makeout sesh she'd hear all about later-, a familiar figure broke through the crowd.

Chuck Clayton.

The same smug smirk on his lips, eyeing Betty from down the hall. His 'posse' behind him, idly roughhousing one another or hitting on whatever pair of legs walked by. His dark eyes were all over her body, making an over-exaggerated lick of his lips. Betty shuddered, turning around and heading to the Blue&Gold office, she bid farewell to her friends. She had some work to finish up anyway.

Nearing the office door, she had reached out to open it when a hand came out and landed on hers overtop the handle. Looking up, her green eyes came in contact with that of his dark brown ones.

"Chuck?" She squeaked out, trying and failing to pull her hand out from under his.

He tightened his grip, "Tell me Betty" he pried her fingers from the handle, tangling his with hers. "What's a guy gotta do to take that fine ass out to Pops?"

Groaning, Betty forced a smile and failed once again to pull her hand out. "I told you before Chuck. No means no." She reached for her phone, quickly dialing Jughead.

"Hey Betts, whats up? Need a ride home?" His voice calmed her, not realizing she was shaking.

"Yes, can you come pick me up? Right now. Please." Her voice was urgent, Jughead picking up right away.

"I'll be there in 10. I promise." She hung up the phone, staring at the boy in front of her coolly.

"I'm going now." She pulled every ounce of strength she had, finally breaking free from his grasp. As she walked away, all she heard was his sinister chuckle echoing off the walls.

"Are you even listening to me, ya dumb bitch?!" A mans voice brought her back to reality. Dark, cold, painful reality. She coughed in response, not enough energy to make words. Her jaw was aching, her hands were bound. Through the spots in her vision she could make out a figure in front of her, looming over her broken figure.

A cool breeze drifted past, alerting Betty that they were definitely outdoors. She strained her eyes once more, taking in more details around. A few trees lingered, a rundown building in the distance. A huge sign stood tall in the backdrop, casting a large shadow over her and the man with her.

Ring ring

The sound came from the man, who was equally surprised at the intrusion.

"What?!" He shouted into the device. Betty couldn't figure out where the familiar voice was from. She knew it, but didn't.

"I'm busy." A voice from the phone spoke quickly, igniting a sigh from the man. "Fine, bring him too." He touched a button on the device and ended the call, turning to her silently. "Now the real fun begins." His hand came down quickly, and the world went black.

She awoke a few hours later, give or take. She couldn't quite tell, considering it was still dark out. The moon was full, high in the sky above. A noise from ahead startled her. She strained her spotty, sleep driven eyes to see in the dark, only making out silhouettes.

A cough erupted from the same spot, along with a rattle of something metal on metal. Chains maybe? Her eyes were adjusting slowly, straining so much from the haze that still lingered in her mind and the darkness. Finally she made out the image of something.

Actually, someone.

A whimper escaped her throat at the sight before her.

Jughead was sitting on a chair, beanie-less head hanging down. No signs of blood or bruises though, so she sighed with relief, even for a little victory.

"Juggie.." She whisper-shouted, worried of alerting others. "Jughead, please. Get up." He stirred a little, but kept still.

"Juggie please!" His head shot up, breathing rapidly. His eyes were frantic, looking everywhere. Finally they landed on her, softening automatically.

"Betty. Where are we?" He took in his surroundings more, tugging his arms with no prevail. A sob escaped her lips as she opened her mouth to speak. The noise brought him back to her, a different look crossing his face. "What did they do – I'm going to kill them. I'm going to kill all of them!" He shouted, ignoring her attempts to shush his outburst.

"Well well, the two lovers are finally awake." The man from before appeared from the shadows.

Betty let out a choked sob.

"Chuck?!"

Chuck stood a few feet away, smug smirk on his face. He stepped towards her, a wicked glint in his eye. "Hey there Betty. Or should I say -" he came up behind her, placing his hands on her shoulders. He leaned his head down beside hers, placing a sloppy kiss on her cheek. Jughead pulled hard on his restraints, a low growl escaping his lips. "-Serpent slut." A haughty chuckle erupted from beside her ear, making her flinch. Biting back a sob, she just stared at the boy in front of her.

Jughead caught her eyes, determination setting in. He opened his mouth, but Betty quickly shook her head.

Chuck just watched, intrigued by the duo.

"So which one of you wears the pants?" His question was ludicrous. Scoffing, Betty just bite her lip. Jughead stared at him coolly. "Now I'm just asking because Betty here, you see she likes to play rough. Did you know that Jughead?" Chuck laughed at the lack of response, continuing on. "She likes to get down, and dirty." Chuck's hand came down to caress Betty's cheek, trailing lower till it hovered slightly over her chest. Jughead thrashed against the chains again, an angry howl following.

"Don't you fucking touch her." Jughead spat out, relentlessly pulling against the bonds.

Chuck just laughed, pulling his hand away slowly. He stood tall, and turned her chair to face him. As he continued laughing, he pulled his arm back.

Slap

The back of his hand connected with Betty's cheek with a vicious sound.

Jughead pulled hard once more against the restraints, screaming. Then stopped. He mumbles something under his breath, letting out a forced laugh.

"What was that Jughead? I didn't catch that?" Chuck egged him on, leaning closer to the blonde who was still in shock.

"I'm going to fucking kill you." He spat out, eyes burning bright.

Slap

Another back hand across Betty's face, this time the other cheek. A sob erupted from her lips, along with trails of blood. She hung her head, quietly crying to herself.

Another laugh came from Chuck's lips as he raised his hand once more to slap Betty, when a figure appeared from behind him.

"Chuck!"

Letting out a groan, Chuck spun on his heel and grabbed the new guys shirt by the collar.

"The fuck do you want?" The guy paled, stammering a response.

"The guys on watch. T-They were taken out." Chuck sighed, letting him go.

"What the hell do you mean?"

"Someone knocked them out."

"Who?" The new guy just looked down, avoiding Chuck's gaze. "WHO?!" He flinched at Chuck's raised voice, retreating back a few feet.

"S-Serpents."

Chuck's face paled. A laugh from Jughead came from behind. He turned around slowly, backing up a few steps when he came face to face with Jughead. A murderous glint in his blue eyes. A few guys in leather jackets stood around, circling the still sobbing Betty, each with a dangerously timid look on their face.

"I told you not to touch her." Jughead said nonchalantly, his fist connecting with Chuck's jaw in an instant. An ungodly crack resonated through the open air, followed by a scream.

A few guys came running from behind Chuck, weapons in hand. The Serpents behind Jughead waited, eyeing the rained haired boy quietly. He just looked over his shoulder, nodding slightly, and turning to face Betty.

"This is for Jughead!" One Serpent yelled, heading into the fight.

"And this-" the serpents fist connected with one of the weapon wielding guys' nose, "- is for Betty!"

Jughead approached Betty hastily, kneeling down. A gentle hand reached out tentatively. He winced when Betty flinched from his hand, eyes opening slightly to notice it belonged to him. She smiled sadly, leaning into his palm. With his other hand, he gently untied her wrists, freeing her. Finally out of the restraints, Betty launched herself at his chest, sobbing loudly into his shirt. He rubbed her back, and patted her hair, whispering sweet nothings in her ear. After a few minutes, her sobs turned to sniffles, and she pulled back slightly. Sounds of fighting still coming from behind him, he just smiled at her.

"Lets go home, ok?" She just smiled in response.