Chapter Twenty-FiveI stayed in that same position–back straight, head held high–for a few minutes until the full weight of my situation brought me down to my knees, head bowed, fighting back useless tears.
My hands shook out of control, my insides quivered from a sundry of emotions: anger, resentment, bitterness, fear, grief… fury. I pressed my clenched fists to my eyes until I saw red, the color of my raging emotion. A scream built inside my chest, a pressure that grew and grew until I could no longer contain it.
“They did it again!” The words burst out, and I pounded a fist hard on the mat.
I pounded again, then again with both fists, but it wasn't enough. I jumped and whirled at the punching bag, taking my fury out on it with punches and kicks. Once I kicked so hard, it slapped the c
