April
I let out a low grunt as I aimed my fist to my punching bag. It swayed backwards, its hinges squeaking with the movement before retreating back to its original position.
Another punch followed by a third.
I watched as more dents are formed on its leather skin as a results from my anger fits.
Originally, I bought this bag to train but then it became a way to unleash all of my pent up anger.
"How dare they threaten me, and with a head none the less? Don't they know how freaky that is?" I growled lowly, all fear from yesterday disappearing and is replaced with anger.
When I woke up today, Lucian was still sleeping soundly next to me. His eyebrows were furrowed together though so I slowly brought my index finger to the creases that formed between them and watched as they flattened
