Fighting For Hope [Completed]

Chapter Twenty Three

HOPE'S POV

I depicted the bag as the seething gurgling emotions I was trying so despondently to hide. A spark of satisfaction ignited every time I acquired a substantial hit on the heavy bag. I held it by the sides to steady it before stepping back, delivering stronger punches.

Claiming I was pressured from all the negative news was a vast understatement. They were weighty, holding me down and affecting me more than I could ever admit out loud.

My hands were now harder to lift, but I kept going. The searing pain was the only thing that took my mind away from everything else. My body was drained of energy, begging me to stop.

Then the promise my father wanted me to fulfil clouded my head, “Take care of yourself.”

That was all it took for me to stumble back from the punching bag and rep