Chapter one hundred and thirty seven

Emily’s POV

I felt energetic as my fist moved against the boxing bag , hitting it rhythmically. It felt like it was the first time I’d ever hit an object in my life, and yet, it seemed like the most natural thing to me. Like it made sense. The way my hands knew what to do without any conscious thought from the rest of my body.

Did it mean I had started to get a grip on it?

“You need to leave now. Your presence is beginning to irritate me” The red-haired was glaring at me, though there was no actual anger behind her eyes. Her voice sounded as if she wanted to strangle me, but that wouldn’t stop me from continuing to swing a boxing glove in her direction- if I could. “Now…” She hissed at me. She looked about ready to strangle me herself before she sighed and turned away from me.

I said nothing. I was trying to catch my breath. I don't know where this energy came from, but it wasn’t going anywhere. There was something inside me that needed to release itself. It felt as if every cell in