AVA
"Is that anger or just young people's energy." Christian playfully asked.
The man walked in when I was angrily hitting the boxing bag, visualizing it as all my difficulties.
Christian is simply dressed in black Nike shorts and a plain gym shirt that clenches his wide chest.
He has his hands on his hips, watching me throw jabs.
"I fear it's just young people's strength," I respond, panting hard as I kept striking the innocent bag.
"Why don't you show me what you got there then." He challenged.
I suddenly paused and glance at the man with a death wish, my hands holding the boxing bag to steady it.
"You don't want that." I guaranty him.
His eyes turn inward.
"Ava, you have no idea how many people I knock out. Come on." he starts to bounce, challenging me.
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