Two and a half years later…Another hit against the sandbag made it sway as its chains creaked. I clenched my jaw as I threw another hit. A hot bead of sweat trickled down my forehead, and I felt it fall into my eye. My knuckles screamed at me to stop, but I didn’t want to. I had so much anger in me, and I needed to let it out.“Declan, stop!” I heard the voice of my coach, but I ignored him. I didn’t need anyone to tell me what to do today.I aimed again for the sandbag, and if my muscles could talk, they’d scream at me to stop what I was doing.“You’re fucking unbelievable.” My coach took me off guard when he pulled me back, causing me to stumble, but he was quick to steady me before I fell. “What the hell is wrong with you?”“Leave me alone!” I snapped, walking back to the sandbag, but again, he pushed me away.“You’re done for the day! I won’t let you hurt yourself,” he hissed, staring me with so much determination in his eyes.For a few moments, it felt like we were in a staring
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