Not Even My Worst Enemy

This is my first Cobra Kai fanfiction and my first written piece in English that I'm publishing at that. So please be nice and don't judge too harshly if I made any grammatical mistakes or if the wording is a little bit off. 

Thank you :) 

This takes place at the evening of the party at Miguel's and Johnny's apartment complex but the scene where Tory had to break the stone and her hand takes place at the same evening instead of after the next practice of Cobra Kai.

Trigger Warning for talk about sexual assault and descriptions of broken bones.

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Robby was feeling great, excelerated even. Not something he was used to.

But here? In the middle of the partying Miyagi-Do students, surrounded by his friends, he thought that just for once everything was not exactly good but at least okay.

How could something be good when Kenny and Tory were still in that hellhole of a dojo, right under Silvers thumb?

Maybe they hadn't been able to keep Cobra Kai from competing in the Sekai Takai but at least they had managed to be invited and to throw a wrench into Silver scheming. His expression when the judges announced that Miyagi-Do would also compete in the next Sekai Takai had been nearly enough to make him forget what Kenny had done to Hawk. To make him forget what they were turning a young innocent boy into, how they were twisting his mind and manipulting him, but most importantly how a part of it was his fault for getting Kenny into Cobra Kai in the first place.

So it filled him with a feeling of vindiction knowing that something didn't go the way Silver had planned.

This alone was enough for him to allow himself to just be happy for one evening, to just shake his head, grinning when he saw Hawk trying to hook Miguel up with some random girl to take his mind of his break up with Sam.

Of course he should have knwon it was only the calm before the storm. That it is always when he feels happy that everything is about to go to shit.

If only it was just his life that was about to go down the drain because the last time somebody else's life went too, it ended with Miguel falling off the second floor.

First, Sam showed up just as Miguel was making out with the girl Hawk had him set up with.

Technically she had no right to be upset. She had forfeited that right when she broke up with him.

But since when did feelings care about technicallyties? She still cared about Miguel, it was obvious, really. That's why it had surpised him so much to hear that she had ended things with him after their return from Mexico. But he was one to talk when he had been the one to give Tory this god damn ultimatum which led to them breaking up, wasn't he?

How could he have been so fucking stupid?

When she stormed past him with tears in her eyes and a panicked Miguel hot on her heels he knew that the peace was over. What he didn't know was that it would only get worse, way worse.

He went after them and found them in the back in front of the dumpsters. Sam was hugging herself and fighting a lost battle against her tears while Miguel tried to calm her down and explain himself. His hands were hovering just over her shoulders and he was slightly hunched over, trying to appear less towering despite their hight difference.

"Sam, please. I'm sorry! I don't even know her! It meant nothing, she-she meant nothing!" Miguel began to appear desperate because Sam wasn't listening. "I-I only did it because I tried to get over our break up, okay?! To-to forget about you! I mean, you were the one who wanted our relationship to end!"