Grunts and thuds, low-key chatterings, and the smell of sweaty bodies filled the atmosphere, making it another typical gym day.
My gloved fists repeatedly hit the punching bag. Beads of sweat soaked my sleeveless shirt and were dropping to the floor.
Every punch I delivered was harder than the last, straining my muscles but at the same time, igniting more fire in my scorching soul.
I was like an enraged beast, venting my anger on the dangling punching bag. I wanna stop but I can't.
Envisioning Max's face kept me going. His face dug up all the pent-up emotions weighing down my heart.
Anger. Fear. Mortification. Resentment. Loathe.
Weeks have gone by since Max's appearance in our lives. Father expected me to be cool with it. But I wasn't.
And the fact that he was sticking his n
