A/N: I just wondered how the show would be if Johnny was married too. This story started from that plot bunny.
A/N: I own nothing. Also, I've only seen the original and Cobra Kai, so things that happened in Part 2 and 3 won't be in this fic unless shown in Cobra Kai. Also, I tried to keep this Teen rated, but if you think I need to make it mature, just let me know.
Chapter 2
"No wonder the whole building thinks I beat the shit out of you yesterday," Johnny said, examining her eye closely. "That's going to hurt for a while." He kissed her forehead then let her go. "What happened?"
"We were trying to get a combative patient down and I zigged when I should have zagged and caught an elbow to the eye," she shrugged. "I should have never underestimated the strength of a fifteen-year-old girl on an acid trip."
"That's bullshit," he said.
"Part of the job," she shrugged. Kayla was a nurse in a psych unit.
"It's still bullshit that you can't defend yourself," he replied.
"She didn't know what she was doing," Kayla tried to explain.
"You should quit that job," he said.
"Because both of us being out of work would be a good thing," she quipped. "I prefer not to be homeless and there isn't a whole lot of jobs for LPN's anymore. Hospitals want RN so it's this or working for some jerk like Sid and I'd rather get hit than do that."
"Whatever," he said, dismissively. "Let's eat."
"Where were you this morning?" she asked as they ate.
"Um..., I was in jail," he admitted.
"You were in jail," she repeated incredulously.
He shrugged. "No big deal. The charges got dropped."
"Do I even want to know what the charges were?"
"That new kid next door," he explained. "I saw him getting jumped by four guys twice his size and I stopped them."
"You got into a fight with a bunch of kids?!"
"No," he said, exasperated. "I stopped a bunch of assholes from whaling on a kid half their size. It was just a misunderstanding. Why do you think the charges were dropped? Sid came by and bailed me out. The court called a few hours later and said my story checked out with the witnesses' so they were dropping the charges. Four on one isn't a fair fight no matter how you look at it."
"Whatever," she sighed, finishing her dinner. She got up and put her dishes in the sink. "I've got to go."
"Want me to drive you?" he asked.
"No, thanks. Ricci is picking me up," she said, speaking of another nurse on her shift.
"Okay," he said, sounding relieved.
"See you later," she said. She picked up her bag and left without kissing him. Ten years ago that would have never happened. Twenty years ago, she would have kissed him goodbye for so long that she had to rush to get to work on time.
"Hey, Mrs.., um.., " Miguel was running towards her.
"Lawrence," she told him.
"Mrs. Lawrence, is Mr. Lawrence okay?" Miguel asked. "I tried to talk to him, but..., Man, I was getting my ass kicked until he stepped in."
So that much was true. "He's fine," she answered, adjusting her sunglasses. "Just leave him alone, okay?"
"Okay," he shrugged. "Maybe I'll see you around." He walked back towards his door with his shoulders slumped.
Kayla felt bad for him. This wasn't really an apartment complex for kids but she didn't have time to stop and talk to him.
She was almost at work when her phone lit up. She sighed, expecting it to be Johnny in trouble again, but it was just a text instead.
Mrs. Kayla, Could I
have twenty dollars
until my mom gets
paid?
Robby. Her stepson. She wanted to say no but she also knew that very little of the child support Johnny paid every month actually made it to Robby.
Okay, Robby.
Come by my
work in an
hour.
Seventeen years before, she had actually left Johnny. It hadn't lasted. But apparently, it had been long enough for him to knock up Shannon Keene which had been a double-edged knife in her heart. Not only had he been sleeping around while they were separated, he'd gotten someone else pregnant. In all those years that they'd been together, she hadn't even so much as thought she was pregnant, much less, been pregnant and he had a kid with someone else. It had been a bitter pill to swallow and one that she had to actively work to not make Robby swallow too. It hadn't been so hard at first. Shannon hadn't wanted to be a mom so she'd dropped Robby off with them when he was three months old and hadn't even requested scheduled visitations until Robby was nine. That's when her latest sugar daddy had broken off their arrangement and she'd found out that the more she kept Robby, the more child support Johnny was forced to pay. Not only had she taken Robby away, but she'd also started feeding him the most atrocious lies about how Johnny and Kayla didn't really want him and how they wouldn't have anything to do with him anymore once Kayla had a baby. Basically, she'd undone nine years of not being there by convincing him that she was the only one who really cared and that Kayla and Johnny had kept him from her. It had worked like a charm. Soon, gone was the smiling little boy who played soccer and helped her cook and in his place was a sullen, angry preteen who started coming over less and less until the visits just stopped. Now he only reached out when he needed money, though she did still see glimmers of that little boy she'd loved from time to time.
"Did my dad do that to you?" he asked venomously, pointing at her eye.
"No, Sweetie," she said, handing him the money. "I got in the way of a patient here. You know your dad's never hit me."
He shrugged. "My mom says he hit her."
"Your mom also says she goes out job hunting at eight p.m.," she countered.
"Whatever," Robby shrugged, taking the cash. After a moment of hesitation, he hugged her. "Thanks, Kay."
"No problem, Rob," she hugged him back. "Take care of yourself. You know where I am if you need anything."
"I know," he replied, hugging her a little tighter for a moment before leaving.
"Did you go to jail again last night?" Kayla asked Johnny when she got home. He was laying on the sofa, watching some old movie she'd forgotten the name of.
"No, but the car is totaled," he answered, taking a swig of his beer.
"Great. How did that happen? How drunk were you?" She asked.
"It wasn't my fault. Some dumbass kids in an SUV hit my car while it was parked," he answered, defensively.
"What is it with you and kids lately?" She shot back. "They're going to put you on some kind of list if you don't chill."
"Yeah, okay," he responded, turning back to his movie.
"Speaking of kids, I saw Robby last night," she said.
"Yeah? How much money did you give him?"
"Twenty."
"He plays you like a fiddle," Johnny smirked.
"He wanted to know if you did this to my eye."
"What did you tell him?"
"Of course, I said no," she replied, rolling her eyes. "I told him that you've never hit me. He said Shannon's told him that you hit her."
"I've never hit that bitch," he replied. "I should but I haven't."
"I know."
"Come here." He held out a hand to her.
"What?" She walked over to him.
"Come here," he repeated, grabbing her hand and pulling her down on the sofa with him. "Kiss me."
"You're drunk," she replied. "And I desperately need a shower."
"No, I'm not." He countered, pulling her down and kissing her. "And I need you." He turned them so that she was under him. He kissed her again, pulling at the drawstrings of her scrubs.
"Stop, Johnny," she warned, pushing him away.
"Come on, Baby," he pleaded, kissing her neck. "I'll make you feel good." She could tell by the sound of his voice that it was more than sex he was asking for. He was asking that connection, that love, but she just couldn't. Not then. Not like that. Not with him half drunk and her too tired to even want to be touched.
"No," she snapped more harshly than she intended.
"Fine." She could hear the pain in that one word. He moved to let her up.
"Johnny...," she started.
"It's okay," he interrupted. "Go get a shower. We'll talk when you get out." But he was gone when she got out.
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