Macey

My fist lands hard against the leather, pain ignites within my arm, but I ignore it, pushing past the pain to get to the depths of my anger.

It's been four days since Michael, and I had our heart to heart atop Old Creek hill starring out upon an amazing view of broken memories.

Since then, I have spent each and every afternoon here at Michael's home, toning in on my anger and hatred for my past and letting it out through a mix of workouts, training and ...