AN: This is my first Riverdale Fanfic. Though this is HEAVY Varchie. All current cannon ships are here in varying quantities. I'm am not very good at spelling and grammar haven't been since grade school. Let me know if I should continue.
"Don't think I don't know what you're up to Ronnie. He said grabbing the glass that was closest to her instead of the one she tried to hand him. "Even with your bumpkin good boy on the line I knew you wouldn't give in that easily, but I will get what I want. One way or another. I was going to treat you like a queen tonight but you had to try to out roofie me." He laughs and She looks at him with daggers. She had underestimated Nick St. Claire so did I. "Put up much of a fight or scream and my boys will break his knees. The way your father's men broke my legs. They're only a text away." He leaned over and kissed her. She was terrified a stark contrast to her confident flirty demeanor before. "Now I'll give you a choice, you can drink that glass you poured for me or you can do some JJ with me and this doesn't have to be a terrible experience for you." She looked like she was about to cry. I kicked the desk again hoping my chair would fall back. Veronica was in over her head and no one but she, Nick, and I knew it. I doubt anyone would know where she was. He handed her a tube of Jingle Jangle and she reluctantly takes it. "I have some stronger stuff if you want. I know you used to love coke back in New York. You were much funner to be around then. I never would have thought you'd settle for the 'boy next door' type"
"You weren't as much of an ass back then." She quips. I wince as he slaps her and I kick the desk again. The screen flickers out but I'm back in the same position. I see his men come up to me I try to curse at the but they only move the desk further out of my reach and pat my cheek before punching me in the gut and face a few times. They make sure the video feed was fixed before going to the back room. There wasn't a time stamp but I'm guessing it was out for at least ten minutes. She had just tilted another faux pixie stick back wincing down the sugar drug. She was shaking and I couldn't comfort her. Things on the table had moved around but the image was too blurry to see what was added. I wasn't sure how much he's had her take by now. The sound was gone too which I was thankful for as she was crying. He did have a few scratches on him now though. I was going to kill him when I got out of here. I rocked the chair back and forth with all of my strength I feel the wood start to give. He's kissing her and she is trying and failing to shove him off her tiny frame. His hands were wondering up her thigh making me see red. I was running out of time.
Finally something breaks on the wooden chair loosing my ties enough for me to slip out after clubbing the two goons. I find my phone and start running. I tried to make a few calls along the way, the Lodges weren't taking my calls, so I turned to someone I knew I could count on, even if we weren't on the best of terms lately. "Hey man, it's really not a good time." He said he sounded angry but not at me; I would be really concerned if Ronnie wasn't locked in a room with a rapist. "In fact if you can keep an eye on Betty's house that would be great as my dad just pulled me out of there...Hey I gotta go." he disconnects the line. He had his own girl to protect probably from her creepy 'brother'; I couldn't worry about Bughead right now. I had to focus on getting there as fast as I could. Ignoring the pain in my leg from where I pulled something when breaking the chair. I was mad at Hiram and didn't understand why he wasn't taking my calls. I get to the hotel and take the stairs three at a time. I slam into the door, I manage to bust in the door after the second try. I am hit in the face almost imminently but being more althleic, I get to upper hand quickly and manage to knock him out enough to check on Veronica.
She doesn't look good there was a bruise forming under her left eye, her dress was trying to fall off and pushed up to her hips. He had moved her to the bed but he was dressed but could have easily pulled up his pants when I was trying to force my way in. Her nose was bleeding and eyes unfocused. I hear Nick stir and start to beat him again. I wasn't going to stop but until I felt a small shaking hand pulled on my shoulder. "Archie..." I turn and hug her before she falls in my arms. I could feel heat radiating off of her and her heart beating as fast as mine and I just ran three miles. I didn't know what all he had her take but there was a credit card and at least five empty tubes, maybe more with two shot glasses. It was a scene straight out of a PSA.. She needed me otherwise I probably wouldn't have stopped. I pick her up and take her outside I needed to be away from Nick or I might actually murder him. I then call an ambulance. Normally I would drive her myself but I didn't have the truck and I certainly couldn't run holding her without hurting her more.
. "Archiekins." she panted rubbing trembling hand along one of my cuts. I'm holding her in my lap outside the building. Security had already been called to Nicks room. Her weight was the only thing keeping me from pummeling him more.I would ask her if she was alright but I knew she was wasn't. She was drenched in sweat as well, and wasn't talking much. She was breathing rough almost a wheeze. I want to ask her how far he went but she could barely breath much less explain what happened in the 20 minutes it took me to run to her. In our wait I re-zip her dress so she isn't as exposed. She was weakly rubbing the back of my neck her face burried into my shoulder my body the only thing holding her up. Her tears are mixing with my sweat drenched shirt. Normally she complains when I'm all sweaty and the last thing she wants is to cuddle now she whimpers if I move afraid I'm goint to put her down. It was like her body was a phone buzzing. I knew she was having a bad reaction to the drugs or at least the amount in her system. I didn't understand it but knew she was in a bad state. I don't know what she was thinking making such a deal with that monster but now wasn't the time to ask. I knew the answer anyway, it was was love.
My phone goes off making her hold me tighter as I pull it out of my pocket. "Hey man sorry it's been a crazy night. What's going on."
"Ronnie and I are about to head to the hospital she's probably going to have to get her stomach pumpped. Is Betty and her mom okay?" I ask strocking Veronica's back trying to keep her awake. When she starts to cough I reposition her so if she throws up the won't asperate it. and sure enough she starts covering herself and I unable to lean out enough to prevent it. I just let her continue not caring the more she got out the less in her system the better.
"Yes, What happened?" Jug asked after hearing her wretch.
"Fucking Nick St. Claire. I'll give you the details when I get them, but she's in pretty rough shape. Gotta go, the ambulance is here."
"We'll meet you up there. Veronica's on her way to the hospital." I assume he tells Betty as he hangs up. There were two ambulances one for Nick and one for Veronica someone must have notified them there was foul play involved and shouldn't be brought in together. She whimpered at the loss of contact, when I handed her over to the paramedic.
"What did she take and how much." he asked me. Knowing right away she was on drugs and a possible overdose.
"Some Jingle Jangle and cocaine. I wasn't with her so I don't know how much he gave her."
"Do you know her approximate height and weight?"
I knew why they were asking these questions; it didn't make it less annoying when I see her in the state she was. I wanted to know what was going on with her. "5'2, 110lbs."
"We understand she was locked in a room with the other guy who had is face beat in. Was that your doing." I could only nod. I didn't feel guilty. I would have killed him if she didn't need me.
"He did this to her. Is she going to be alright." I ask as they are setting up and IV to try to give her something to get her heart-rate down. It seemed to be their biggest concern. They discuss her thin veins from dehydration but finally get one in her hand. They finally got a hold of her useless parents and they'd meet us too. I was angry with them, I knew Ronnie would have went to them first, all the loyalty bull shit was one sided. They didn't care if I was killed by a teen psychopath and she got hurt because of it.
"Most likely she'll pull through. Do you know if she was raped?" It was the question I was both dreading and couldn't answer. I just give my head a small shake. I didn't know what to say as I know the events of today was murky. All I know is she was locked in that hotel room with him for over an hour. I was held for ransom of some sort and she got suckered in to spending the night with him planning to drug him. I didn't want to get her family in more trouble, I didn't need them as enemies not with my dad on the opposing side, besides Hiram is probably going to kill me anyway. I decided it was best not to tell them the details.
Ronnie never looked so unlike herself as she did on that gurney she stunk of sick and sweat, her make up ruined, her hair unkept. The lights from the van shined on her showing all the bruises were he grabbed her that the shadows hid. They had removed her dress as it was covered in her vomit and to cool her off. I'm pretty sure Hiram would hire a hit on everyone of the St. Claires once he sees her. She start to cough again, they roll her on her side holding a pink pail to catch all. "There you go Miss. Lodge. We're almost there. You parents are waiting and you have this gentleman next to you." She looks at me and fails to smile. Her eyes say she's happy I'm with her though.
Five years can change a lot. Five years ago I was siting at a dinner table with Nicky his little brother Randy and our parents. The grownups excused us early to the kids room probably so they could discuss shady business stuff, I was so innocent and naive then I just assumed it was boreing grown up stuff. Randy fell asleep watching the movie and Nicky held my hand. It was the first time I felt the butterflies in my belly. Then he leaned in and gave me my first kiss blush creeps on our cheeks, and we don't discuss it until weeks later. My parents seemed happier; my mom seemed happier. Maybe I didn't see the cracks that were forming or how submissive my mother was to him. I didn't see them like I did now as boss and his secretary that share a daughter.
I've known Nick for a long time, longer than any of my other friends. We were the ring barer and flower girl at my Tia's wedding. I was five he was six. Everyone said how cute we were together. I'm pretty sure our parents joked about a future buisness merger when we got married. He was my best friend. At some point, we began to rebel going clubbing(his young uncle would let us in) trying designer drugs, making out, buzzed out of our mind. He was my first and though we both were high at the time, it wasn't bad, just wasn't special. He was my first everything except true love. I thought I loved him but with Archie things felt more real. It's why I hate when people think we're just physical; I had only had just physical sexual relationships from before. They were filled with quickies in closets, midnight booty calls, and empty, not to mention the drugs and vodka. There was no loyalty I had a few boys and girls I'd hook up with and he had girls lined up around the block.
I look at him now and search for the boy I held hands with at the wedding. The boy I went ice skating with at Christmas time, that boy was gone. I wonder what happened in the eight months I've lived in Riverdale. Did I change that much or did he? I never would have thought Nicky had such a monster living in him. Now that I was caught, I had to think of another plan. I didn't have a plan B; drugging him was my plan. Now stalling was my only hope so I took the jingle jangle over drinking the spiked drink as it would kill off any control I still had. Granted I didn't have much more control on drugs, much less the amount he made me take. If I knew it would be that much I would have had the glass.
Now I'm clinging to my amazing rescuer, my Archiekins. Even with his face cut up he was too perfect. He is all I smell though my nostrials were still buring. Normally I hated his sweaty man smell but this time it was so rawly him verses Nick's expensive cologne; I feel my heart pumping too quickly next to his. My skin is burning. Maybe my tollerance was down from the last time I did drugs. Maybe it was the cocaine mixed with the jingle-jangle; maybe it was a super strong stran. I'm afraid if I let him go as if I did my body would go into full compulsions. I stroke his hair at the nape of his neck as he holds me trying to will myself calm. I know once the drugs are out of my system, I would have to deal with what happened, but for now I focus on breathing. I hear his phone ring but his shift makes everything start spinning. I was going to be sick.
I don't remember the ride to the hospital at all or what happened as soon as we got there. My first thing I remember is seeing my parents and Fred Andrew's arguing outside my room. My mom seems to be trying to calm my dad down and there is gesturing to Archie. I see Archie sitting next to my bed. His face is still banged up but cleaned and a few bandages. "Archiekins." I try to smile at him; my throat was burning and speaking was harder than I thought. If he was here I was at least safe; I've always felt safe with Archie. Safer than with the family body guards as I always questioned their motives after he got out of prison. Archie also wasn't covered in my sick anymore someone brought him some clean clothes. I suddenly felt embarrassed in just the hospital gown; I probably looked terrible. He runs his hand through my hair with a smile. I knew he had questions and concerns but didn't bombard me with them. My parents would though. My mom would actually worry smothering me and my dad would be out for blood, if he didn't yell at me for trying to take care of the ransom myself and doing drugs again. Though this is the only time they've landed me in the hospital, It isn't the first time I was caught. That goes to the time I came home smelling of weed and high as a kite. They gave me a big lecture about how they make the family look bad and how I could get hurt, to knock it off. Fall back in line. I heard it a lot in those wild years and recently when I would challenge them. I wish we were more suburban, I would gladly trade my wardrobe in for a normal family, that if my boyfriend breaks up with me I don't have to worry about my dad putting a hit on him.
"Jug and Betty send their love but needed to head back; Things went down at the Coopers too everyone's fine except maybe Chic, Betty made him leave town." At least one creep left town tonight. "I think they're going to make me go home soon." I didn't want him to go but wasn't in a position to try to argue or fight my parents. Judging by their faces, Mr. Andrews is trying to get them to let Archie stay. My father is furious and my mom has that pitiful look she gets when she wants to disagree with him but isn't brave enough to question him. As I got deeper into the families secrets, I saw that look more and more. I regret not telling Betty and my friends about the prison and all the secrets. I guess I had more 'daddy issues' then I wanted to admit, people have been saying I had them from the day I started school. I hated being that stereotype but still longed for his approval and affection I looked up to him for so long. So when he came home and was able to defend himself. I think I had to convince myself that my dad wasn't evil, I wanted my daddy back. But I was wrong, my dad wasn't a good man. He played me and I let Archie get caught up in the family business as well. Things were going to get worse before they got better.
"Archie, what all happened after we left." I hope he understood as I don't think I could repeat myself.
"You were awake off and on throughout. I know you probably don't remember much, given what all was in your system. They ended up busting a few vains trying to get an IV started that's why your arm looks such a mess. You started seizing, and they took you to the back room. You're out of the woods now, your vitals are still a very elevated but they're out of the danger zone. We've only been in a room for maybe an hour. Thankfully you woke up on my turn which, your folks didn't want me to get, well your dad. I think he blames me for this whole thing." I manage to shake my head to tell him I didn't blame him.
My mom then comes in and smiles at me before patting Archie on the back. "You can come back tomorrow between 2 and 5. Hiram won't be around then." she whispers giving him a hug. He leans down and kisses my forehead before leaving with his dad; I desperately wanted to follow him.
My mom sits next to me and I expect a lecture but nothing comes out. She just strokes my hair humming the same tune from when I was so small. I remember being scared to sleep in my bed. Daddy was away for the week; she let me crawl into bed with her carrying my silk rabbit. She hummed this tune to me, cuddling and stroking my braids. It was probably the best memories I had with my mother that didn't involve shopping and gifts. I did that every night until my father put an end to it when he got back but during that week I got closer to my mom. From then until I was around twelve every-time my dad was gone I'll crawl into bed with her. She'd sing to me when I was little and we'd watch movies as I got older. It was our own little thing. "Shhh...mija, rest up. He doesn't need to know you woke up, you are going to be alright."
"Time?" I ask. It still hurts to speak.
"A little passed 4am. Go to sleep little one." I shut my eyes and try to turn off my brain. I'm not sleepy but I'm tired. I don't want to talk to my father. My mom actually seems scared. I know there are several wars that are about to start one that has been brewing for months, and I'm ready to jump ship. The other is with Nick's family. They never would involve the police; I know that now, It will end in bloodshed, and I can only hope its only Nick's. Though at this point I wouldn't put passed my father to take their younger son who isn't a fuck up; He's only eleven.