Jesse.

Hitting the punching bag over and over again as I take out my frustration. Gritting my teeth, I put in all my strength, my fists hurt, but I paid them no mind. Then I swing my leg around to give it a full-force kick, and the punching bag snaps off its chain and flies into the wall with a loud slamming sound.

My arms flopped to the side as my legs took a step back before running my fingers through my hair and turning around.

"Angry?" I heard my father's voice calling from the doorway, and my eyes flicked up to see him walk into the room.

"Is that...