Chapter 37

Everest's POV

"You might be the father of my children, but I would never respect you for everything you did to me..."

My punches kept getting harder and harder towards the punching bag, desiring it to break. That's what's making me mad, it's not fucking breaking like I wanted it to. Huffing under my breath, wiping the sweat dripping from my forehead, I felt my knuckles tighten in my gloves as I continued striking the punching bag as hard as I could.

I throw in a violent kick, then a side kick, perceiving the contact of the material of the hits echo in the room as it rings in my ears. I was focusing on knowing where I am anymore.

My brain was to lock up to barely know why I'm so mad right now. My emotions and anger are a bad combination and it's actually scary when I don't let anyone be in the same room without doing something.