Missing.

Darren's POV.

I hit the punching bag hard. I hadn't been able to do anything in three days, and now there was no outlet for my frustration but physical contact with a punching bag.

I punched it so hard that it gave way, falling over backwards on the ground with the wind knocked out of me, before it rolled back up and hit me again. It hurt all over.

I took it up and started punching again, even harder than before.

I punched until everything else went away.

The pain was too good, and there was nothing else worth it anymore. I was just hitting the bag, beating it up. This made me stronger

My mind trailed to Leila, a smile lit on my lips, and a quick frown came immediately.

I wondered if she was mad at me, I haven't seen her since she left my room after Shantel came.

I groaned in frustration as the thought of her being mad at me hit me.

I couldn't stop thinking about the way she'd left. I couldn't get her off my mind, the feel of her soft hair under my fingers, or how her eyes looked whe