"I-I think you should stop."
"Don't fucking touch me." I pushed Lisa away, going back to the punching bag.
I can't believe he left me in his old room, all alone. Tears pricked my eyes as I kicked the bag in frustration. Why, why, why?!
Why always me?
Collapsing back on the mat, I let out a scream. Fuck!
I can let him go.
I can let him go.
Just take a deep breath.
I can let him- No! I can't. I swallowed hard, staring at the ceiling as the glimpse of him with her at the door of Lillian's room surfaced back.
How could you be so okay, Hunter? How could you be so okay with all this when I am not. Did all these years mean so less to you? Clenching my fists, I pulled myself back up.
"Um, Violet, you okay there?" Carl stepped in, a worried look on his face.
I gave him a shrug, "Why, I don't look okay?"
"No, no, you look good." He waved his hands, trying to calm me down as he gave me a short smile.
