34. Haunting Dream

Angeline

I hit the punching bag in my room, jumping to the side, ready to score another hit.

Damn! Grant was unbelievable!

My leg reached high, landing a beautiful kick.

I repeated the mantra in my mind, ‘I don’t care. We aren’t even together, we were never a thing!’ It didn’t matter how many times I told myself these words, it still hurt. It hurt deeply because I liked him! Not even being rejected by my fated mate and dying taught me better.

One more punch, stronger than the last one and the punching bag .. . towards me fast, hitting me in the face.

What a joke I was!

“Don’t be that hard on yourself, Angeline. Without hope, no one can truly live.” Dora told me.

“I’m with golden-fur on this one. Don’t beat yourself. Beat him, the bag, whoever, just not yourself.”

“Beat back?” I asked .

“Yes, he slept with Gina, so you should sleep with someone else, get even. Then you ride him and let go of him. Move on! Take this pent-up lust out of your body,” Cal suggested. Maybe she was t