Amayra

"Bang! Bang! Bang", I kept punching on that punching bag, glueing my eyes to it. I wanted this punching bag to be Abraham to vent all my anger on him. My whole body is burning, extracting the last drop of sweat.

"Amayra!", Lily called me for the tenth time to stop me. However, I raised the pace of punching. That asshole thought I would be like one of his fucking mistresses or those girls who would weep before him and walk away so easily. But he didn't know what I could do.

"Oh, God! Amy, now you wanna try boxing or what?", she exclaimed as I halted there, holding...