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. . . OPHELIA DID NOT KNOW HOW TO FEEL WHEN SHE walked out of Johnny's guest room to see the man sitting on the chair in front of the TV, his white tank top now liquor-soaked, as he watched a movie, a liquor bottle to his lips.
The stench of liquor stung her nostrils, momentarily giving her unwanted flashbacks to her parents in her teenage years. But she quickly was able to snap out of it, and sit on the couch beside his chair.
"Whatcha watchin'?" she asked him, her voice cautious. It was an instinct to be careful and soft-spoken around intoxicated people, especially men, thanks to her parents. But she didn't think that Johnny wasn't a violent drunk; he was just watching a movie on TV with a faraway look in his blue eyes.
He looked over at her, a small smile growing on his lips at the mere sight of her. Johnny Lawrence did not know why it felt so good to have her back in his life, but he intended to keep it that way for as long as possible.
He shrugged, motioning towards the TV with his bottle. "I don't remember the name, but it's a movie I used to watch with my Mother. It's a good movie."
Ophelia only hummed, nodding as she watched the movie as she laid down on the couch, slowly beginning to doze off into a much needed peaceful sleep.
That was, until a godforsaken Larusso Auto commercial popped up on the TV.
Ophelia shot upright from her spot on the couch, as she stared at the TV. Her shoulders were rigid as none other than Daniel Larusso's brown eyes stared right back into hers from his place in the commercial. Anxiety gripped her lungs.
Those were the same honey brown eyes she used to love 25 years ago. Now, 25 years later, she felt as if she wanted nothing more than to gouge them out and stomp on them.
Johnny seemed the same way, as he hit the seemingly broken remote repeatedly on the arm of his chair frustratedly.
Ophelia couldn't take it.
"Johnny," she called out, her voice weak. "Please turn it off."
Johnny looked up at her rigid figure, his brows furrowed. "I'm trying." He hit the remote a couple more times before finally deciding to take a drastic measure; smashing his liquor bottle against the TV, distorting Daniel Larusso's voice before it finally broke, the screen turning black.
Johnny looked over at Ophelia, who was looking down at her shaking hands that were laid in her lap. She seemed to be having trouble breathing, but Johnny had no idea how to help her.
"Are you ok?" he asked wearily.
Ophelia nodded, not being able to find her voice through the lump in her throat.
"Okay, well – I'm going out for a drive. Do you want to come with me?"
Ophelia shook her head, still silent. It was very evident that she did not want to talk, so Johnny nodded to himself before heading out the door, leaving Ophelia to her thoughts, which were centered around one person and one person only.
Daniel Larusso.
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