Empty Me

Chapter eleven: burning

Emmilice pov

I draw my fist back again, ignoring the marred white tape that was slowly coming off from the brutal use. I exhale hard my fist making contact with scratchy surface, sweat running down my face making my eyes burn. I breath harder driving my fist into the bag as I let out my anger, my whole body burning with fire. I felt my body tiring but my mind was telling me something completely different. I bring my leg up shaking the bag with the powerful kick, the sounds of the heavy bag swinging filling the huge concrete room.

I breathe heavily placing my hands above my head as I try to calm my heart. My eyes red and tired as I grab the huge bag, the feeling of blood rushing through my ears. I tighten my pony tail, my hair falling to the middle of my back. Dancing around the bag I attack furisously feeling tears collect in my eyes as I picture him. My fist making a loud thud with each punch shaking the bag vigorously,my fist aching from the contact.

I bring my knee up actually crying as I avenge the only way I knew how, my raw hands bleeding painfully. I punch harder craving the feel of my thin bleeding skin against the material that felt more like conrete. My pony tail slapping me in the face as I kick high and low, the vibration of the impact calming me. I elbow next, blood running down my wrist and onto the floor.

"Stop." A calm yet authoritative voice sounds behind me. I ignore them driving my fist into the bag faster and faster, loving the burn I felt.

"Stop, your hurting your self." I glare at my boss as he yanks my wrist looking pissed off, hissing when he rubs his thumb over my cuts.

"I'm fine leave me alone again." I yell snatching my hands away backing up. I heard the little voice screaming in my head telling me it wasn't his fault but I was hurt and pathetically blamed
him. His eyes flashed his lip curling up, as he takes a threatening step forward.

"That wasn't my fault emmi." He growls his teeth clenching.

I glare at him pushing his chest, hard." Oh yea what about, All the guards are gone emmi." I yell tears gathering in my eyes, I shove him again as he watches with a cold face.

" Don't worry emmi well be there watching." I yell sarcastically throwing my hands up.

" Were you watching logan? Hmm were you fucking watchting?" I cry beating my hands into his chest hard, my tears making my vision blurry.

I glare up at him when he grabs my wrist pulling them to his chest, his face contorted as he takes in my weak appearance. "Were you watching when I was almost raped?" I whisper looking down at his shirt all of the sudden tired.

He says nothing, and I get angry letting out a choked laugh." Exactly." I growl yanking my hands away as I head for the door, ignoring the feeling of his gaze burning in my back.

I yelp when he snatches my wrist slamming my body to his as he holds me.

" Em I am so sorry." He whispers in my ear his hand running up and down my arm in a comforting way.

I wipe my tears slowly bringing my arms around him, snuggling my head into his shirt. I let out a sigh taking a deep breath of his addictive smell, feeling content and warm. I stare up at him to find his grey eyes boring down on me, concern etched into his features as he flicks a loose piece of hair behind my ear. His minty warm breath fanning across my face as my heart beats loudly in my ears.

I wet my lips trying to awkwardly pull away, my body freezing as he leans foward slowly his adams apple bobbing. My eyes wanting to close, as I struggle to keep them open wanting it so bad but not wanting it at all. I shudder when he places his hands on my waist coming in contact with my showing skin, his dark brown hair falling in his face. My hand reaching forward on instinct to push his hair out of his eyes, my breath catching as he grabs my hand crashing his lips on mine.