When The Thunder Rolls

Emily Johnson, 17 years old, with a tough past and a lot of secrets. May sound familiar? But it's not.

This story is different.

When she was fourteen, she did something, no fourteen year old should do.

She witnessed something she will never forget.

Now she's running.

Hiding, along with her brothers.

Running to Stratford, she hoped that she could finally have some peace for a while, but when the thunder rolls, and the lightning strikes, memories flashes by...


15. "..That was something I would have to get used to."



It had been fifteen minutes since my brothers walked out with Justin. And as far as I knew, he could be dead and buried by now if he had said something wrong. I knew that Marc would be tough on him, and I just hoped that Justin would shake it off, and not take offence to it. Because if it came to fighting, Justin is as good as dead.

I sighed in relief when my brothers walked through the door with Justin by their side. He didn’t look too good though. He tried to put on a brave smile when he saw I was staring. But as usual, it didn’t fool me. I stormed past my brothers and over to Justin.

“What did they do to you?!” I said shocked. Justin smiled, but I could see that he had troubles standing up and his left arm was as glued to his right side.

“Nothing babe. I’m fine.” He said and tried to kiss my forehead. Even though he was bent forward a little, he was still taller than me. I pushed him away and almost ripped his shirt of him.

As I looked at the chest my head had been laying on so many times, no one said anything. I ran my hand down his torso and felt how Justin flinched in pain when I came to the lower ribs. My first thought was broken.

I looked at Justin and his eyes told me just to forget it. That he was alright as soon as he was sitting down. He didn’t want to take this further, but that was not his decision. I sent him one of my “this is not the end” looks and I head him sigh heavy.

“Be careful.” He whispered low so only I could hear it. Then he kissed my forehead, and took his shirt back on. By the look on his face, it hurt pretty bad. Which only made me even more angry. As I turned around, I clenched my hands into fists.

I looked at the three of them, trying to decide who beat him up, and who just stood by and watched. I couldn’t imagine Jake hitting my boyfriend. But I couldn’t imagine him stopping the other two either. He would do the talking, the other would do the hurting.

I could definitely see Marc beating him up. He was so protective of me. Sometimes it drives me crazy.

“Okay, which one of you idiots did this?!” My voice was louder than I had expected. Justin sighed behind me. I looked at them all. First Jake, then Marc and then Luke. But none of them said anything.

“Answer me!” I yelled. Marc’s first expression was shock. He stood up and walked towards me with his hands raised in surrender.

I might be smaller than Justin, but I still stood in front of him. My way of saying if you touch him I will personally rip of your hand. And Marc seemed to know that.

He stopped a few feet away from me and looked at me. Trying to figure out exactly how mad I was. But I wasn’t mad. I was furious. As Marc kept looking for signs that I might go crazy, I ran all my fighting techniques through my head. Left, left, right, duck.

I could feel how every single muscle in my body was prepared to protect itself, and that if Marc said the wrong thing, it wouldn’t be pretty.

But while all those thoughts ran through my head, a voice in the very back, seemed to disagree with my plan of fighting.

You’ve changed. You’re not that kind of girl anymore. There are other alternatives.

I tried pushing the voice away, but the harder I pushed, the louder it got. Not the same. Changed. It’s okay. Put your hands down. My breathing caught up when I realized it was my mother’s voice I could hear in the back of my head.

I relaxed my body, and looked at Marc. I no longer saw red. But I was still angry, and I wanted revenge. I wanted them to feel the pain I had felt when I saw someone I loved being taken away from me.

And that was when it hit me.

I wasn’t mad because they had hurt Justin. At least not only because they had hurt him. I was angry because I had to be the one to shoot and kill my uncle. I was annoyed because we ran and got caught because I absolutely had to get something to eat.

I was in pain because I had to witness my mother die. I was angry because I didn’t shoot earlier. But most of all, I was hurt, deep down into my soul, because I saw someone I loved so much, being taken away from me. They hadn’t denied that they did what they were accused of.

It only took a few seconds for all of those thoughts to fly through my head, and I realized that I had never really had time to cope with all the things that had happened to me the past three years. I had pushed it all away, and it was starting to get to me.

I turned around and looked at Justin. The pain he was in.. I just couldn’t handle it. It was too much. A single tear escaped my eye as I whispered my last words to him.

“I’m so sorry. I love you.”

Then I ran. I ripped the door open and ran as fast as I could. I wasn’t sure if they followed me. They probably did. So I ran even faster. I ran down past the Avon Theater and into the park where I threw myself into one of the bushes. I covered myself with branches and thanked the Lord that they hadn’t seen me jump into the bush.

I turned off my phone and held my breath when I saw Marc run past me. He hadn’t seen me. I looked down the gravel path and saw Nathan and Cooper talk on the phone with Jake right behind them. By his side was Justin.

He looked worried. I’m sorry baby I thought. His eyes searched everywhere for me. The damn idiot even called my name like I was going to answer him. Jake put his hands on his shoulder, scaring the shit out of him in the process.

As they walked past me, I head Jake tell Justin that they would find me. He hadn’t gotten out of jail just to lose his sister because of Marc’s temper. I knew it.

The sound of Justin responding was enough for me to break into silent tears. They were streaming down my face faster than ever. I had to bite my tongue in order for me not to scream. When they were out of sight, I climbed out of the bush and ran the other way.

I knew exactly where I was going. When I came across the sign that indicated that I was now on my way out of Stratford, I ran the last few miles. When I saw the old building, I sighed to myself.

I broke up the door, just like last time I came here. It was unbelievable to think that it was almost seven months ago. I shut it behind me closely.

It was an old boxing gym, but someone had clearly lived here during the time the gym was open. Most likely the coach. I walked past the pictures of old champions and into the ring where I sat down and looked around.

I pulled out my phone and threw it into the ring. I had to remember not to turn it on. If I did, Cooper the genius would be able to track me down. I lied down and let my thoughts wander off to Justin and what he might be doing now…


We had been walking around town for almost four hours. And no sight of Emily. And by we I mean Jake and I. I refused to give up the search for her. Normally I would give her time to think through whatever had made her leave, but not this time. Not with the words, she left me with.

The pain in my chest was nothing to the pain I felt in my heart. She left me right after saying that she loved me. It was more painful than the twenty-five kicks to the rips, her brother Marc had delivered earlier. More painful than the twenty blows to my stomach her brother Luke had delivered. It was the most painful thing in the world.

Jake and I walked down the street where the Avon Theater was and I stopped in a short second to give the kid that was playing his acoustic guitar a toonie. He smiled as he kept singing and playing So Sick by Ne-Yo. Jake smiled as we continued our search.

Around six pm Jake stopped outside a small café. He looked through the windows where after he walked inside. Not knowing what he was doing, I walked after him.

It was the same café I had spotted Em and Ashley in the first day she was here. Jake had even sat down at the same table she sat at that day.

As I sat down opposite of Jake, I looked at him weirdly.

“We need to get some food Justin. Plus you need to get those injuries checked out.” Jake leaned back as he looked at the menu. He was so relaxed. How can he be so relaxed when his sister is missing?!

“Emily is a strong girl. She’ll pull through whatever situation she has put herself in this time. There’s something you need to understand if you’re going to date my sister in a longer period. Emily is fragile. She has been hurt way too much already, and she is only seventeen. She haven’t had the time to cope with any of the things she has been going through.

She lost her mom, which I’m pretty sure you already knew. Growing up without a mom is hard for a girl. She have had Keith, Nathan and Cooper, but it wasn’t easy to share her girl things with them. It wouldn’t have been easy even if we had been there.

She had built these huge walls around herself throughout the last three years, and somehow you and your friends broke through them. She let you in. I don’t know why, but I can see that you mean a lot to her. That was also why I didn’t participate in beating you earlier. Trust me, if you were that Jason kid she was dating once, I would have hit harder than any of my brothers.

But Justin, you don’t have to worry. Emily will be just fine. When she’s ready to come back, she will.” Jake looked like someone who would have said more if it wasn’t because of his ringing phone. He excused himself as he answered the phone.

A surprised look appeared on his face. After a few seconds, he nodded, said ‘okay’ and hang up.

“We have to get home. And fast.” He said. He stood up and left without seeing if I was even with him. Luckily I was on my feet and after him pretty quick.


We walked through the front door of Emily’s house ten minutes later. Everyone sat around the coffee table and looked at Jake when he burst into the living room, looking at Marc. The two of them had a silent conversation that none of us understood.

“You better get ready Marc. We better get ready all of us.” He said it in a tone that gave me goose bumps. The only light in the room was the candles that was everywhere in the living room. We waited in silent for about five minutes when the front door opened. Everyone was standing up. I heard sniffling from the entre and before I could react, Emily stepped into the living room.

Blood was running down her hands, and her eyes were blood shot. She had been crying, for a long, long time. I wanted to go over to her and embrace her, but when I tried, Jake stopped me. The look in his eyes told me to just look.

Her eyes were locked at Marc as she walked into the living room completely. Marc stepped out of the small group we had formed.

“Emily I-“

“Shut up!” She yelled out of nowhere. She bit her lip the way she only did when she didn’t know what to feel.

“Okay.” Marc said. He stepped closer, but Emily soon stopped that.

“Don’t you dare to take a step more towards me! Stay right there! Don’t come closer!” She yelled. She ran her hands through her hair roughly, tucking at the ends.

“Emily, are you okay?” Marc tried.

“Does it fucking look like I’m okay?! NO! I’m NOT okay! Why?! Why does everything bad happen to me? Huh? TELL ME! Why did you have to be arrested only a few months after mom’s death? I NEEDED YOU! It’s your fault! If you hadn’t thought you were better than him, you wouldn’t have been lying unconscious when I came home! You could have pulled the trigger! But no! You just had to see if you could take him out! And now mom is dead! It’s your fault.” She yelled out.

Marc didn’t look surprised.

“Emily, what happened to your hands?” Marc asked, trying to change the subject. Emily looked at her hands like she hadn’t been able to feel the pain.

“I-I-I don’t know.” She stuttered.

“Why don’t you come over here so I can take a look at them? Huh? Just like old times, before it all went downhill. Please Emily, come over here so I can take a look at them.” Marc stepped forward, and Emily seemed to come out of the trance Marc’s words had put her in.

“NO! Step back!” Emily pointed a sharp piece of glass at her brother, trying to defend herself. I couldn’t stand seeing her like this. She loved her brothers. This wasn’t supposed to happen.

Before Jake could stop me, I placed myself next to Marc. He looked down at me.

“What the hell are you doing, Bieber!” Marc whisper-yelled at me.

“Saving your ass.” I answered back. And before he could come up with a comeback, I stepped forward. Emily pointed the piece of glass at me, and told me to take a step back.

“Em, It’s me. Justin. You kicked my ass the first day at school because I beat up Ashley. Remember? You told me I was a jerk and that you should have kicked my ass again for being a dick. So you did. But you’ve changed Emily. We have changed. We’re not the same people we were seven months ago. Please baby, please put down the glass. I promise you that no one will attack you from behind. Trust me.” I didn’t look at Jake, but I hoped that he understood where I was going.

And sure enough, a few seconds later, Jake stood behind Emily, just waiting for my sign to grab her.

“I-I remember. I called you Mr. Smartass because you gave me a look when we first saw each other at the parking lot. I hated you already then. But then we became friends. We ditched Ryan and Ashley so that they could get some alone time. We sta-“

“We stayed here, playing the PS3 while they were calling us, asking where we were. We laughed at it the next day at school. We’re dating now, Emily. Can you remember that? Can you remember that I told you when we were sitting at the roof? I told you that you make my heart go nuts, and that this might be the first time I’m loving someone but if you would just give me a chance, I would never have to love anyone ever again. Please Emily, put the glass down. Let Marc look at your hands. He didn’t hurt me for fun, he wanted to see if I could take all the psychical and emotional pain you had been going through. If I could still stand afterwards, I was worth your attention. Please baby, put down the glass.” I felt a tear slip and I could see how Emily returned to her normal self. She put down the glass, and I nodded to Jake who grabbed her and pulled her into his chest.

Immediately, Emily started crying. Just the sound of it broke my heart, but I couldn’t do anything right now. I knew she needed the comfort of her brother, so I just kissed the top of her head and sat down at the couch with my hands folded and my eyes closed as I tried hard not to start crying myself.

A few minutes later, Jake had carried Emily up to her room, where he would take care of her. Marc then sat down next to me and clapped my shoulder a little bit.

“I’m sorry. But after everything she has been through, I needed to know if you could handle the pressure. But I have to say that the way you handled her earlier was pretty impressive. She’s going to hate me. But tell me, did she really kick your ass the first day?” He asked.

I looked at him and he had this cheeky smirk on his face, so I couldn’t help but smile a little.

“Yeah. She did. Pretty bad actually. She says she has learned it all from you guys.” I said and Marc smiled.

“She was a quick learner back in the days. Wonder if she still knows the combo we made up together. Maybe I should take her to a gym and test her one day.” He said with a soft sigh.

“She still has your Tyson gloves. And I’m pretty sure she will kick your ass this time.” I said and bumped my shoulder into his. He just laughed. Just as I was about to say something, Jake returned and told me that Emily wanted to see me.

The tension in the room only grew more and more for each step I took towards Emily’s room. As I opened the door, I saw Emily lying in her bed with bandage on her hands. But it didn’t even scare me. If I wanted to be with this girl, that was something I had to get used to.

When she saw me, she started crying. I laid down next to her, and pulled her head to my chest. Not even the pain in my chest could compare to the pain I felt every time a tear of hers hit my shirt.

Soon enough we drifted off to sleep. But I didn’t loosen up my grip of her. I held her safe and sound in my arms and kissed her hair before I laid my chin upon her head and drifted off to sleep. I just love her so much. 






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