"Let's use the other ring, shall we?" Drake says, guiding me to the one across the room. I do my stretches in there, and when I'm done, I face him after. He lifts his hands before me, asking me to hit him. I oblige and throw a punch, but it's weak. 

"My seven--year--old sister can punch harder than that," he snarls. I try to hit him again, but he only sighs. 

"C'mon, I know you can do better than this," 

I can. I used to punch people ...