KALEB
I drive my fist into the punching bag, welcoming the jolt of pain that shoots up my arm like a surge of clarity. My muscles scream, sweat stings my eyes, and still—I don't stop. I don't need sight to land my hits anymore. My body fucking knows the rhythm already.
This room is my one escape, the only place I can let the rage bleed out unchecked.
This is just like therapy to me.
By the time I step back, my chest heaving, my arms trembling, the punching bag looks as wrecked as I feel. I grab a towel, wipe the sweat from my face, and gulp down half my water bottle in one go.
"Took your frustration out on my poor thing, huh? I see," comes Eli's voice, dry as ever.
"How did it go? Didn't expect you guys to be back this soon."
"Yeah, we had to. Not like you were there to force us to sleep in the woods and continue tomorrow. Jeremy insists that we are not animals, so here we are."
I nod, grabbing my water bottle and finishing off the other half.
