Chapter Seven

When I arrived in the training room, the only people there were two pairs practicing their combat. I had no idea what year they were but they were out of the door before I could say go when they saw the murderous expression I had. I striped off the jacket Joe must've placed on me when he knocked me out and ran for the first punch bag in sight. I'd broken around three and was on my fourth when I finally broke down. Tears poured out of my eyes and sobs raked through my body as I collapsed clinging to the punch bag.

My body shook from the force of the sobs and my fingers dug into the punch bag as regret filled me. I couldn't remember the amount of times I'd wished I could've been stronger all those years ago so that I could've been more of a help to my parents. I could still see them practicing with me in the training room, my mother throwing me to the ground countless times. She'd been a legend. She was an amazing guardian and I'd looked up to her. If only I'd been stronger that day…

"K