Worth it All

Chapter 19

<William>
The moon was at its peak outside of the gym, shining over the river and giving the water a mystic appearance. Merlin and Cody went back to eat and Scarlet had to talk to Joe about any new found information, which left William alone with his memories and thoughts.
Honestly the last place he wanted to be.
He hated watching them leave and not going with them, but he knew he had to pull his weight and train, so that's what he did.
He walked over to the nearest punching bag, giving it a few repetitive punches to warm himself back up. He punched at the top with his right, where someone's head would be.  Then he hit the middle with a left hook before returning to the top with a hook kick. He repeated this over and over and over at least 100 times, each time he added more strength.
More anger.

He started thinking about his childhood, how he became what he was. How his father would beat his mother and sister. How he seemed to love the feeling of that power, that fear in their eyes.
His punches and kicks started swaying and shaking the bag with those thoughts.
He thought about how he met Merlin. How he met Cody and Joe. How he met Scarlet. Those were his favorite memories of all. Merlin use to hate him and they went at each other all the time, then one day they just decided to hang out and they were chill from there. Cody he met a long time ago. His oldest buddy, he had his back on everything and was like a brother to him. Joe, the jackass, was the newest of the group. He met him in high school hanging out with Cody. He hated him at first and couldn't stand him, but over time, that annoying stubborn nature grew on him. And Scarlet...
Scarlet just walked up to them one day, sat down with them while they were eating and had been a friend ever since, and to him she was so much more.
That succeeded in getting a smile as he kept pounding the bag, shaking it more as he felt determination.

A thought entered his mind, one he didn't expect that caused him to stop completely, breathing heavily from the heavy hits. He decided to do something, something incredibly stupid and incredibly dangerous, not for him, at least not anymore.
He let out the rage of all the feelings that came with that thought into one blow which tore the bag off it's metal hinges and crashed it into the wall. He walked over to his bag near the entrance of the gym and changed, his dark green t shirt and black jeans feeling awkward after the exercise. He pulled on his boots and picked up his bag, walking outside. He followed the path past the house and too the garage where he tossed his bag in the trunk of his charger and hopped in.
He gave one last deep breathe of confirmation as he started her up.
He had to go see him.
He had to do it for him and everyone else he fucked up.
See you soon, dad.