ROYALTY | RIVERDALE

chapter -1

chapter one || 001

'a girl walks into a bar'

I parked the harley in front of the sketchy place and looked around. Was my dad really involved with a gang? I mean not that it's a bad thing all the time, but he was like a square. He didn't even let me ride a bike until I was seven. 

The rain that was pouring down started to slide down the jacket he gave me. I didn't feel the rain on the way over here. Maybe because I was speeding on my motorcycle- hot wired or not it's still mine .The helmet no doubt gave me helmet hair, I can feel it.

I propped up the seat and fetched my duffle bag out of the storage space. 

I had to leave everything that night, you can't exactly go on the run with all the stuff you grew up with as a child.

Now or never kid.

Slinging the bag over my shoulder, my dirty white converse lead the way into the bar. I was about to stick out like a sore thumb probably.

 Pushing open the door and the dark setting captured me. My dad was in here at some point in his life. This was his place. 

I could feel a few eyes on me already- sore thumb- I have to be cool about this. I can't just come in here, a newbie a new pound of flesh. Who knows what these people are like. They could literally skin me alive.

The walk to the bar was short and I was greeted with a short pink haired girl.

"Um, hi! I'm looking for FP?" My voice just couldn't sound any less intimidating, huh? 

She looked me over twice before smiling at me. A gang member smiles? I slightly returned the smile back, watching her pour some drinks out.

"He should be coming in soon. What do you want with him?" She questioned. She doesn't look intimidating but she could probably be the most intimidating person I've ever met. Like the type of person who looks cute but is deadly.

What did I want with him?

My dad said to get to Riverdale, to get to FP, the serpents. But what could they offer me? A gang going against the people who are looking for me, it's a no brainer who would win. 

"It's just a family thing. My dad knew him, said to reach out. Is there any place I can wait for him?" Yeah these people were definitely going to skin me alive. I cannot lie for my life. How was I supposed to get through this with my bad lying skills?

She looked me over once again before nodding to the bar stool in front of me.

If this FP guy doesn't get here in like five minutes, this girl will definitely skin me. I can feel it in my bones. 

"Hey!" A booming voice sounded from behind me and I almost jumped out of the stool. Another person is here to witness my bad lying skills. Great.

I turned around slowly and saw three guys. A very tall one with a pale boy on his left and a tan boy on his right. I can't tell who's voice it was that called me though, don't want to make assumptions.

"How'd you get that jacket?" The tall boy asked, it was him. 

"From my dad. He gave it to me." I wanted desperately to turn back around. To leave it like that. I didn't have to lie. It wasn't a lie. But I kept my eyes on the boy. "Why?"

He shrugged at me, strolling over and taking a seat beside me. "Nothing, just haven't seen you around here before."

Nodding to myself I decide to keep my trap shut. If nothing comes out of your mouth, you won't get caught. You can get out of this. 

"I don't even think I've seen you in Riverdale before. So how can that be?" Could he already tell I was not from here too? This was gonna be the hardest thing to do in my life. Wait for this FP guy in a bar full of questions.

I shrugged my shoulders just as he did his and faced the bar. Maybe if I just ignored him, he'd go away. People do that still right? Realize that they aren't wanted and just let things be? Was he one of those people?

"I'm talking to you princess." 

He should have left it alone.

He shouldn't have called me that.

I leaped out of my seat and planted myself in front of him. We were inches away from each other, I could hear him breathing. 

"Diana?"

I don't know that voice. But that voice knows my middle name. I whirled around and saw a tall man, older than the three boys I was conversing with. He could only know my name if-

"FP?" I asked silently and he nodded. I held my breath for what came next.

My father told me stories about him. How they were as thick as thieves, had each others backs no matter what. That in this very small town, where they both grew up, they made it theirs. He's told me so many stories I think I can write a book on it. 

I don't wanna have to tell him that his partner in crime died. 

Somehow, it was like my mind was working on it's own because I wrapped myself around him. He was shocked at first, not really understanding. But then he wrapped his arms around me to reciprocate. 

But did he understand?

"Diana, wheres your father?" He asked but I felt like he already had a couple of answers in his mind.

I mean I show up with his jacket, and a duffle bag. There aren't many outcomes that go with this story. 

Before I could stop myself from showing off how weak I was, a shiver ran though my body. Then another, until it turned into me crying silently. He let his hands detach from me to get a better look.

"I'm so sorry- I-I didn't know what was happening and then they just killed him. He told me to get h-here, to you. He's gone."