My muscles hurt, they hurt like they've never hurt before but I continue to punch the fucking bag in front of me.
In my mind, a scene from when I almost died keeps repeating like a shitty movie, and I never want it to happen again, never want to let anyone have the power over me the way Greyson had, so I keep on punching the fucking bag.
Hold on, keep it up, only five more fucking minutes and then you can take a breath, Axel.
I'm so focused on hitting the punching bag that when a hand touches my shoulder, I almost knock out the owner of the hand.
