Alyssa
The heavy bag was the only thing that could take my anger as I hit it again and again.
My knuckles were raw but I did not care.
The pain in my hands was nothing compared to the pain in my heart as Damon's words from earlier played in my head on a loop.
Useless.
Broken.
Whore.
“Ahhh” I screamed a raw guttural sound that tore from my throat as I hit the bag with all my strength my tears mixing with the sweat on my face.
I was so tired so tired of what has been going on lately… I needed a break, I wanted my life back, the life before I met Damon Johnson.
I’ve made a lot of mistakes but nothing compares to falling in love and trust Damon Johnson.
I slumped against the bag my body shaking with sobs I could no longer hold back.
“I hate you Damon… I f*****g hate you” I cried
