-Ace-
I was pacing, barefoot across my room like I could wear the anger down into the floor. They always did this.
They always found a way to worm into shit that wasn't theirs.My fists were clenched. My jaw was tight. My heart wouldn't slow down. It was like my entire body had decided to join the fight still brewing in my head.
Their voices still rang loud.
Poor girl. Trash. Womb for sale.
I stopped walking.
I yanked the door open, stormed down the hall, and pushed straight into my gym room. It still smelled like sweat. The punching bag stood in the corner.
I walked up and slammed my fist into its chest.
Then again.And again.
I didn't even wrap my hands. Didn't care. My knuckles hit rubber, harder and harder until the pain bit back.