Jake's POV -
Harder, Faster, Stronger.
My fist collides with the bag once again, the force of the punch sending it flying backwards. Beads of sweat drips down my face and I focus on my breathing, keeping it steady and rhythmic. Each punch I lay into the bag causes one more worry to disappear for a few blissful seconds.
Emily's safety, punch.
Trevor, punch.
Amil, punch.
DC Jones, punch.
My knuckles sting painfully and I grab the bag with both hands, resting my forehead against the cool surface. My chest is rising heavily up and down and I breathe in deeply, ignoring the aching pain in my arms.
Pain is good.
Pain means progress.
Progress means I'm becoming stronger.
Becoming stronger means I can keep Emily safe.
That's all I want.
Her sweet face flashes through my mind and I smi
