VIKTOR.
Whack!
Whack! Whack! Whack!
Hit after hit, after hit, I let my anger and frustration at all that has happened pour out in the punching bag.
It is a good bag.
Sturdy too.
If not, it would have crumbled into shreds at the amount of force I am using on it.
“Why?!” I snarl out loud as I land another hit. “Why won't she just tell me which pack it is?! Why does she keep pushing me away?! What won't she let me in?!”
I just don't get it.
It has been weeks now.
Weeks!
And she still keeps me at arm's length
And I don't know why.
She has already told me her darkest secrets.
So why is she still keeping me away?
Unless…
Unless she hasn't told me all of it.
What could be worse than being assaulted?
I am not sure I want to know.
And yet, I have to.
If I am going to build. A l
