Breaking Chains / Johnny Lawrence x Reader

Of Lying and Secrets.

1985.

Taking a deep breath, you rang the doorbell at Bobby's house. When the door opened, you looked up, right into the face of his mum. She was a kind woman, always wore a warm smile on her face. As she did now.
'Oh hi! I haven't seen you in a few days! How are you doing, love?', she asked you, opening the door a bit wider and stepping out towards you.

Didn't ... she knew? Hadn't Bobby told her that he broke up with you? You thought that she would've encouraged even, to better his grades. 'Uhm .. I wanted to give Bobby his sweater back.', you mumbled quietly and with a trembling hand, held out his sweater towards her.

'Oh, okay love, did he forget it at yours last night? I bet you could've kept it, he has so many of them!', she took the sweater and looked at you, as if she'd expected you to laugh or tell her more about 'last night'. The 'last night' you didn't knew anything about.
'I'm sorry love, you missed Bobby by an hour – he went to the beach with his friends!'

Well, guess the beach will be your next destination. Nodding, you told her goodbye, trying not to smash the door in with your head in anger. Getting on your bike you took another deep breath. This time, not because you were afraid, but because you were mad. He lied to you. You already grew suspicious yesterday at school, overhearing a conversation with him and the math-teacher about his amazing grades.

Now you knew. But you didn't knew why. What was he hiding? Did he broke up with you, because he grew bored? Because he didn't find you attractive anymore? Because ... of another girl? You didn't knew but you'd find out why. Even though you were not so sure if you really wanted to find out.

To the beach it was!

You saw their motorcycles from a far, recognized his by the red seat he got. You got off of your bike and went down the beach, towards the group of men playing football in the sand. Your heart hurt, it really did – it felt like the air left your lungs and none was getting back in. You would rip off every. Fucking. Scale. Of this lying snake.

'YOU BLOODY BUGGER!', you yelled towards the group of dickheads – none of them would be safe. Bobby's head turned first, then Johnny's, then you had all of their attention. Fast paced and with heavy steps, you nearly run to them. 'You lying piece of shit!' You were pretty sure that your eyes were ablaze, you could feel them burn. Bobby gulped, he looked guilty right away.

'What are you doing h-'

'Stop babbling, you lying snake!', you stopped him in his tracks, the boys splitting before you, so the way to Bobby was free of them. 'You're dead!' Threatening you drew back your fist, ready to smash his nose and get rid of that little brain of his once and for all. He looked scared, not even trying to defend himself but unfortunately he didn't even had to.

Two big arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you back a step. Angry and full of rage, you struggled against the man holding you back with all his might, kicking behind you, trying to turn around – but he didn't budge. Not at all. Bobby relaxed a bit in front of you, but avoided looking at your eyes. That hurt even more.

'Why did you lie, Bobby? Your mum doesn't even know ... she thought you were with me 'last night' .. Did you break up because of another girl? You asshole! Telling me you had to get up your grades but in reality you just found someone else! Coward!' You couldn't even yell, tears flowing down your cheeks. You bore him down with your eyes, trying to get an answer out of him, the truth. The arms that held you back, now pressing you further against a chest – you knew it was Johnny. He held you back strongly, but gentle at the same time – his pity felt even worse. You wanted to demolish his face too.

'No, I'm sorry, please, let me explain, I-' Bobby started and took a step towards you, but you couldn't escape Johnny or else you'd have jumped him. 'No, Bobby! You had your chance to tell me the truth right away, I – I only needed to confirm it was all a lie. ... Thanks for that, dipshit. I never want to talk to you again, you two-faced coward! May thunder strike you while you take a shit, you asshole!' Now screaming, Johnny suddenly let go of you and you turned around, ignoring the other men who were completely silent. Ignoring the sad and pitiful face of Goldilocks. Your anger now replaced with a feeling of absolute disappointment. With one last look over your shoulder, while walking away, you let out a clear 'I hate you.'