Repeat: A Riverdale Fanfiction

K.O. (An Abbreviation For Knock Out)

Archie pounded on Nick's hotel room door, and, after a few minutes of waiting, Nick groggily opened the door, rubbing his hand on his temples.

"What do you wan-" Nick started to said before Jughead grabbed him by the neck and shoved him up against the wall.

Before Nick could say anything, Jughead asked, "Why'd you rape my girlfriend you asshole?!"

Nick was now fully awake, and responded, "Well, I was in need for...how do I say this...sexual awakening, and damn, is your girlfriend good at it!"

Nick laughed, Jughead pounded him against the wall, and Veronica said, "You defiled her without her consent you pervert, and I'm sure many other girls. I'm lucky I wasn't one of them."

"And do you realize that if Cheryl's friends hadn't come to her aid she would've been one of them?" Toni mentioned.

"I still have nightmares about what you did to me," Cheryl said.

"Me too, you psychopath!" Veronica said.

"Now, this is how it's going to go, Nick. I'm going to be nice and give you the decision to either leave Riverdale and never come back, or come with me to the Sheriff's Office and get your ass in jail and rot there," Jughead told him, "In addition, your going to write me a check of compensation for my girlfriend and Cheryl and Veronica."

"Or else what? My parents have all the money in the world, they can get me out of jail, and I can come back to Riverdale whenever I want," Nick asked.

"Or else I will make sure the Serpents personally beat you up, and I will personally kill you. And probably Archie or any of my friends here would be happy to do the honors, too," Jughead said, "And make that two checks for my girlfriend because you actually took advantage of her and you are getting on my last nerve."

"F-Fine. The check book is on the nightstand," Nick said.

"Cheryl and Veronica, why don't you go write your checks, and I can write Betty's after I deal with this jerk?" Jughead suggested.

"We'd be more than happy to," Cheryl said as she and Veronica began to walk over to the nightstand to write their checks.

"Have fun, boys!" Veronica exclaimed, waving, "And go to hell, Nick!"

"Thank you, and make sure you take however much of his money you want," Archie told them.

"Oh, we'll make sure of it," Cheryl said.

Jughead adjusted his grip on Nick, and threw him harshly up against the wall and then Archie grabbed him, and slammed him to the ground.

Archie stomped and held his foot hardly on his chest, making it difficult for him to breathe. Jughead crouched down and did an uppercut up into Nick's lower neck/chin and punched him across the face numerous times. Archie pounded his feet down in to both of Nick's knees, and they heard two loud cracks.

Jughead grabbed onto Nick's neck with one hand and started choking him and took out his pocket knife.

"Now, if you so much as lay your grimy hands or even lay eyes on my girlfriend or Veronica or Cheryl or Toni or any of my friends again, I'm going to do way more than break your pretty little face," Jughead said as he slowly and lightly sliced the knife against Nick's cheek, giving him a fresh cut line.

"We got the money, let's head out," Cheryl said as her and Veronica walked out of the door, checks in hand.

Archie stood at the doorway and asked, "Jug, are you coming?"

"I'll be there in a second, just go without me," Jughead told Archie as he walked out of the room.

Jughead walked to the nightstand, and started writing the checks for Betty.

"What is the point of all this? You're going to get no where by beating me to my near death," Nick said weakly, bleeding out his mouth and face, and with pain all over his body.

"Oh, that was only to vent, but you're right. I changed my mind. You're on citizen's arrest," Jughead said as he wrote the checks, "And I'm going to call my Dad to pick you up."

"Isn't your father just a low life Serpent?" Nick asked.

"No, you idiot, he's the Sheriff," Jughead replied, "And I'm going to make sure he gives you the time you deserve."

"Oh, god, I really fucked up this time, didn't I?" Nick said nervously.

"Yeah, and I'm also going to make sure that you can't go running to your mobster parents for bail," Jughead said to him, "And that's a promise."

Jughead finished up writing the checks for Betty, and put them both in the pocket of his jacket.

Jughead went back and crouched back down next to Nick, and Nick punched Jughead twice in the face, held him by the collar of his jacket, and said, "You better have a good lawyer because if I'm going down you're coming down with me."

"Oh, I'll have Mrs. Andrews, the best lawyer in Riverdale and my best friend's mom, on my side along with my father, Sheriff Jones, on my side, and we'll take you down in a heartbeat and I won't sink down an inch," Jughead told him.

Jughead shook him off, grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, and said, "See you in hell, you son of bitch."

Jughead slammed his head against the floor, and finally knocked him out.

Jughead got up, walked to the door of the hotel room, leaned up against the door frame, took his phone of his pocket and called his dad.

"Hi, Jug. What's up?" FP greeted.

"I was wondering if you could come to the Five Seasons?" Jughead requested.

"Why?" FP asked.

"I need you to pick up a package," Jughead told him in code.

"Boy, who is it and what did you do?" FP asked.

"Nick St. Claire, and we beat him up because he raped Betty, Dad," Jughead said.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry, boy." FP said.

"She and all the other girls he's probably done it to, including Veronica and Cheryl, needed justice, so it's partially been served, but you need to arrest him and makes sure he gets time." Jughead told him.

"I'll make sure of it, Jug. I'm on my way right now," FP said.

"Okay, I'll probably be at the hospital by the time you get there," Jughead said.

"Okay, tell the doctors what happened, and make sure she gets tested." FP said.

"Tested?" Jughead asked.

"To see if that jerk gave her any STD's or, god forbid, got her pregnant," FP said.

"Oh okay, I understand now," Jughead said, "Hopefully nothing comes up positive."

"Hopefully not," FP said.

"Okay, I'll talk to you later, Dad," Jughead said.

"Okay, bye, son." FP said.

"Bye, Dad," Jughead said as he hung up the phone.

Before he left, Jughead stared at Nick, and said, "Go to hell, asshole."

Jughead slighted closed the door, but didn't shut it, and left.

And, yes, FP, she had been tested. Her trust had been tested by the split decision she had to make between her life and her family's, and she made the best decision she could, so that was good enough, right? Hopefully, none of her other tests came up positive and everything was back to...somewhat...normal.