Ava
I was sweating the most I have ever sweat before. My fists were punching the bag hard, moving it more than I have ever have before. I turned and kicked the bag, searing pain radiating through my ankle and up my shin but I ignored it. Flashes of what happened kept replaying in my mind with every kick, every punch, as I screamed so loud I thought I was going to break the windows of Finn’s gym.
The upstairs door opened with a loud creek and slammed shut as I continued my assault on the bag. My hair was sticking to my face as I did another punching combination. Grunting, huffing, puffing, trying to punch the images of Dean and Tonya from my mind.
At night, the scenes replay over and over, haunting me. I don’t remember the last night I had a full night’s rest. I wake up every night in a
