Forbidden love is the worst kind. Some say that’s what makes it all the more worth it, but in my case, it’s the opposite. I try to think of a valid reason to stay, but can’t come up with one. Frustration and anger overtake me and for once, I’m glad when they take me to the training room. I want him more than I’ve ever wanted anything else in my entire life.
These past few days have been hard. I sit around them and act as if nothing is happening, I keep subconsciously getting closer to Ezekiel while I know I should be pushing him away. Nothing is going the way I want it to.
The whole training room looks like a therapist to me, someone that can understand my issues and come up with an acceptable solution.
The punching bag looks like a face to me, someone to take my anger out on, and somet
