Cheyenne’s P.O.V
Two days had gone by and Mercury and I had talked some more, but it was mainly small talk and nothing heavy. It was nice, but still a bit weird. I was out on the training grounds with the girls, but I also wanted to be alone and blow off some steam, so I went to the gym. I grabbed a pair of gloves and started working on the punching bag. At first I was only jabbing it here and there, but when I closed my eyes I started remembering again and I hated it with a burning passion. I punched it harder and harder, making the punching bag go back and forth, I really started pounding on it and the only way for the punching bag to go was up. I saw Suzie in bed with Mercury, I saw her laughing and Kent smirking. I saw the shifter and I hit it so hard that I knocked the punching bag
