Love & War : Johnny Lawrence Fanfic

My past

Back in grade 8, my dad enrolled me into a Karate dojo. It was a really simple kicks for kids type of thing. Dad really wanted me to try something new since I was constantly complaining about our boring life.
I excelled to my second black belt earlier this year. However, the only people who knew about this hobby were my parents, my Sensei and the other students at the dojo.
My dojo was barely even a dojo. There were only a few other kids, mostly middle schoolers. However, the Sensei was really experienced and he saw greatness in all of us.
He helped me find myself, helped me defend myself. He was the only one who knew what Mike had been doing to me.
I never used my karate skills on anybody. Ever. I was taught it was only for defense and I never thought I would have to use them on anyone. Until Mike became an asshole.
Mike and I were a couple since sophomore year. He and I were always together, we were unseperable. But in junior year we started to fall apart. He made new friends who were real asses. The sweet connection between Mike and I, vanished- as if it never existed. He started to treat me differently- as if I was a piece of homework that he had to finish. He was never satisfied with me. I was never enough. He constantly made fun of me. His touch became rough. When I told him I thought we should break up, he lost it. We were at his house when this happened. He went wild and screamed at me. He took it too far and began roughly kissing me thinking that would help our situation. I pushed him off and tried to leave. That aggravated him even more and he grabbed my shoulders and shook me. "WHATS WRONG WITH YOU?!" He slapped my face really hard. The studs on my ears had pierced my neck because his hand reached my ears when he slapped me.

I remember his loud words. I remember how much I cried as he screamed at me. His face was in shock that I was crying but he immediately changed his face into an annoyed one.
"Get the hell out of here" he said coldly as he pushed me away.
I left and I cried as I walked. I carried myself to the dojo. Sensei saw my state and asked me what happened. At that moment, I broke. I told him everything.
He looked at me and gave me a concerned look.
"You should've told me about this earlier"
"I didn't think it would get this bad"
"Y/n! No person has a right to touch you or even say something rude to you. Don't you know your rights?"
I looked at him carefully. His eyes were crinkled with care. He was truly worried.
"I've taught you great things...You can do great things y/n." He said with a smile.
"I don't get it." I replied.
"Y/n. If this boy comes near you again, you kick his face. You got it? You kick him a-and run away."
"But I thought karate was for defense only." I said confused.
"This is defense. Look at you. You are crying. He hurt you.This isn't normal y/n"
I looked at him and he gave me a smile.
I hugged him.
"Thank you Sensei. For being there for me." I said as I cried some more.
"Uh.... Don't tell ma about all of this. Ok?"
He tilted his head the left and let out a chuckle. "You need to tell her yourself. But if you need help, I'm here"
I never told ma.
I don't plan on telling her til I graduate and am far away from this stupid place. Mike and I lasted another 2 months after this incident.

Dad passed away when I was entering my junior year of high school. It was a sudden death, the doctors said.
Sensei had to leave California a couple of months ago because his daughter was having a baby in Newark.
And now, mom was in Canada taking care of grandma. She knew how important grandma was to dad. She had to help her.
Here I am in my apartment reminiscing about my past when I should be taking a shower.

I'll be honest. I'm not exactly the person I was before. Back at pearl high, when I was with Mike, I was a real pushover. I was really shy and I did pretty much anything to please Mike. When he befriended those assholes he called his brothers, his attitude became worse and worse. He never treated me the same. After Sensei talked some sense into me, I didn't hold back. In the middle of junior year I began to hold my ground, I'd yell back at Mike whenever he yelled at me. Whenever he'd push me, I'd do the same. But it felt like I wasn't strong enough. He weakened me with his words. That day after school when I beat the crap out of him and his friends, was the first time I felt I had power over him.
That was when I learned how powerful I truly am. The element of surprise was definitely handy. Him not knowing I knew karate let me catch him off guard.
We were together for two years so you'd think I'd tell him. I didn't because it was embarrassing that my dad forced me to take karate classes.

Mike and I haven't seen each other since the fight at school. I hope it stays that way.