Riley: A Riverdale FanFic

Chapter Nine: All The Answers

Riley's POV

I woke up around 2 am and being shaken by a tired looking but worried FP. I was covered in cold sweat so much so that the bed was wet from it. JugHead was stood in the door way looking tired but alarmed.

"Your okay, your okay." FP pulled me into a hug but I squirmed out because it's not my thing. "You were screaming blue murder and I came in and tried to wake you." I was still shaken up, I don't remember the dream or screaming but I used to do it a lot right after I was shot. Night terrors, they just got less frequent.  This is the first one I had while living with them and it scared the heck out of them.

"Well if she is alive I'm going back to bed." JugHead Said as he left and went back to his own room. I was shaking a bit but overall fine.

"Go get a cold shower I change the sheets." FP Said. I didn't what he suggested because it would make me feel better. I felt really bad about scaring them and waking them up.

When I got out of the shower FP was back in bed asleep and my sheets had been changed. I didn't lie in them though. I got dressed and quietly left the trailer to go for a walk. I didn't bring my jacket because I wanted for once to forget all my past. I wanted to clear my head so it wouldn't happen again. I'm not supposed to go out in the dark but I needed to.

I was walking for 15 minutes when a car pulled up and then another. I was quickly surrounded by 8 ghoulies. I can fight but not 8 people at once. I was quickly pinned to the ground my stomach and hands scraped along the gravel and started to bleed. They flipped me over and I was pinned again, my voice was scratchy and soft so I couldn't scream. They took turns beating me. Punching me in the face, ribs, kicking me. Blood was pouring out of my face. The last one took a switch blade and dragged it across my collar bones.

"Looks like the ghoulie killer got killed by ghoulies." They left me there almost unconscious and stupid me didn't bring my phone so I just lay there. I was in front of a trailer but the people weren't home so I had to stay there.

An hour later I hear giggling and laughing. A boy and a girl. When they get close enough they stop laughing when they see me. "Omg it's a dead person!" Squeals the girl. I hear foot steps coming towards me and a phone flashlight is shone on me.

"Jesus." It Sweet Pea I can tell by his voice, my eyes are swollen so I can't see that great. "Heather go home." He says to the girl behind him. He picks me up and starts to carry me somewhere I hear the girl protest.

"You'd rather have sex with a dead body than me. Amanda was right you are weird." She huffed and walked away.

I hear a door get pushed open and I see a light flick on. I get laid down on a soft surface a couch maybe. I groan because my ribs and back are incredibly sore.  This gets Sweet Peas attention as he realizes I'm not dead. I don't think he knows it's me though I didn't wear my normal jacket and with The dried blood and bruises I wouldn't know myself either.

A rag is dragged over my face cleaning blood. When enough of it is gone and the swelling has reduced a tiny bit I hear Sweet Pea gasp.

"Fuck Riley, Jesus."  He looks so sad. "I'm calling FP." I shook my head and he sighed. "Fine let me clean you up." He wipes my hands from the blood and rocks and cleans my collar bones. I sit up and he notices a bit of blood seeping through my shirt from where my stomach was scratched.

"Shit let me see." I pushed his hands away. I had some scary stuff on my stomach that I don't want him to see. "I'm not gonna hurt you I need to see how bad it is." I still shook my head but it bled a little more. It hurt a lot rubbing against my shirt. "Please I'll clean it up, I won't lift your shirt that high let me see." I nodded slowly because it hurt so bad. A tear slipped down my check as I revealed the two bullet scars. He says nothing and cleans up the blood and scrapes. When he is done I put down my shirt and sit next to him on the couch. I don't wanna go home so we just silent for a bit.