I could feel the cold wind beat on my skin but I left my eyes closed which heightened my other senses.
"You little bitch! Almost cost me my life "
he screamed into my left ear, I didn't move in fact I just remained silent with my eyes fully close...
So here is another chapter, I know yeah I don't post often but here's a chapter for you guys SORRYYYY :(
Venessa's POV
Apparently i'm incapable of having dreams that is fun and jolly in any way. Now I'm just staring at the ceiling trying my best to fall asleep again but ... yep this is useless.
Stupid dreams
More like stupid nightmares
Already deciding no way in hell I'm going to fall asleep any time soon I check my clock beside my bed and it's 3:00 am in the morning .
Great just great
It's not even time for school and I'm already pissed. I got of the bed and change into some work out clothes. Might as well do some kickboxing to relieve this pain I feel deep inside. I must let it out before it controls me and I will never let it happen again.
I need to stop blaming myself but its true it's all my fault I had to accept it for all these years and it still hurts.
I head down to the gym downstairs making sure I don't run into any of the house workers. I get to the gym and prepared myself for a small session and let me tell you that punching bag is going down.
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I took my first punch and already the feeling inside is subsiding so I continued . I took more and more working my self up to the anger each punch, each kick was a piece of whatever was inside of me coming out.
But it wasn't enough it never was.
I kept punching , kicking and punching again and my anger just grew stronger
MEMORIES !
punch
PLEASE!
punch
LEAVE ME !
punch
I saved all my anger and energy for this last one.
ALONE!
I swung with all the force I had making the punching bag fly up, I caught it and hugged it resting on it panting and trying to control my breaths.
For one moment I thought I did it that I finally got rid of it but yet again I was wrong. Whatever came out of me was soon sucked right back in.
It stuck to my heart like a deadly parasite and truthfully I let it stay as much as I tried to remove the pest I call feelings it's always going to be there to torment, me take me back to the pain and sorrow trapped inside but I wont let it, I will build around it blocking It away for as long as I can even if it means giving up the one thing I wish for again.
My happiness .
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A hour after I went up to my room , about now my dad probably already woken up to go for his jog, the man is almost 42 and he is in better shape than me, honestly I don't know how he does it even after... well lets not talk about that right now.
