Chapter 10

~~~Scarlett's Pov

I punched the punching bag that hung from the ceiling in the gym. My gloves connecting with the object rapidly, one jab after the other. Sweat beaded at my forehead. My arms felt swore but I didn't care. I swing my leg toward the bag kicking it like my life depended on it. I didn't pay attention to the other pack members around me. I needed to burn some steam and probably to stop think about Julian.

I looked at the tangible object one last time before punching it rapidly again. My chest was heaving hard, as my lungs wanted to catch air into them. My eyes heated as I brought my fists toward the hard spongy material, hitting it firmly causing the bag to move back and forth. I took my gloves off and place them in the dispenser. I headed back to my station where I collected my bag off the ground and headed through the door. I place my bag on my shoulder while rummaging through it to find my ipod.

I had a strong belief that music is life and when it hits you feel no pain.