*Eli's P.O.V*
As soon as I entered my house, I went straight to the basement. It's time for me to let go of all of this anger, betrayal and hurt.
I want to let go of the sight of Sam and Miguel sharing a kiss.
Swiftly, I took off my shirt and then got ready to punch the punching bag.
As I threw that first punch, I could feel all my frustration and betrayal coursing through my veins.
The bag became a symbol of everything that had gone wrong.
With each hit, I imagined it was Sam's face, Miguel's face, just anyone who had ever hurt me.
It was my way of fighting back, of showing them that they couldn't break me.
Kicking and punching that bag became my release. Every strike was a way of reclaiming my power, of taking control of my emotions.
The sound of my fists connecting with the bag drowned out the noise in my head. It was like a battle, and I was determined to come out on top.
As I threw punch after punch, all the hurt and betrayal fueled my determination.
Sweat dripped down my forehead, my muscles ached, but I couldn't stop.
Each strike was a way of proving to myself that I was stronger than the pain. The sound of my fists hitting the bag echoed in the empty basement, a testament to the fire burning inside me.
With every kick, I could feel my frustration and disappointment being expelled from my body.
It was like a physical manifestation of my emotions. The bag became my canvas, and I painted it with my fury.
The rhythm of my strikes matched the beat of my racing heart, a symphony of anger and resilience.
As I finally slowed down, my body trembling with exhaustion, a sense of peace washed over me.
The bag was there, battered and bruised, just like my emotions. But now, I felt lighter. I had released the storm that had been brewing inside me.
I took a deep breath, letting the calmness settle in.
And then just as I started to calm down, something popped into my head. A memory. Of when Sam asked me to watch a movie with her for the first time.
I waited for a few minutes for a message from Sam but nothing came.
Is she done texting me?
Cause like I thought we were having a nice conversation with each other. Unless I'm wrong.
But then a message did come from her.
Sam: Would you ever want to watch a movie with me?
Woah.
That came out of nowhere.
And suddenly, the anger came back as that memory flashed through my mind.
And then I went for it. More punches came.
As I unleashed my fury on the punching bag, memories of happier times with Sam flooded my mind. The laughter, the shared secrets, and the unbreakable bond we once had.
But now, all I felt was betrayal and anger. The image of Sam's face twisted my emotions, fueling each punch and kick with a renewed determination.
With every strike, the memory played like a broken record in my head.
The pain of the betrayal surged through my veins, intensifying my blows as if I could physically fight off the hurt.
As sweat dripped down my forehead and my muscles screamed in protest, I couldn't help but wonder how everything had changed. How could someone I trusted so deeply turn their back on me?
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