#Chapter99
Axel's P.O.V.
/"Are you okay? You seem a bit off today, my boy./" coach says as I keep on punching the same fucking bag, which has become my biggest friend and my biggest enemy at the same time over the past two weeks.
I decide not to reply and keep on punching, seeing the coach sigh out the corner of my eye. /"Stop. Just stop./" he demands, putting his hand on my shoulder and forcefully pulls me away.
I sigh this time and look in the distance, wishing he didn't pull me away from my stress reliever. I'm already on the fucking edge, I don't need him pulling me over.
/"I don't get it, Axel. What's up with you? Are you worried about tomorrow? If you are, you really shouldn't be. In these two weeks you've done fucking great, you got the muscles, you learned a shitload of moves and tehniques. You're definetly going to pass-/"
