KANE
I watched her at the doorway. She was oblivious to my presence as she continued to pumell her fists into the punching bag over and over again. And something about the sight of the anger on her face caused something within to move. My eyes lingered on her flawless long legs that were exposed by the short shorts she was wearing. I closed my eyes and sighed. I could already feel pounding within my head intensifying.
After I had dropped her back last night, I had headed over to the bar room because that was where I spent the most of my nights when I wanted to be left alone and when I didn't want to have to look at the face of my annoying f**k of a step brother. I was too scared to admit to myself to myself that some of the reason why I searched for solitude at the bar contributed to her
