Chapter 13

For the next three days Debs has me on nothing but the punching bag. I've hit it so much, there times I forget how to hit. My knuckles are cracked and bleeding, and my wrists are on fire. I've told her about the pain, she tells me to suck it up and starts flirting with Thomas.

Friday morning as I'm heading out of Chloe's house I find Journey sitting on the front stoop waiting for me.

"Hey!" She jumps up, smoothing out her tie die dress. Her hair is in a messy long braid, and her left eye looks darker then her right.

"He do that to you? Or did you fall down again?" I ask sarcastically.

She opens her mouth to respond, and then looks the other way. She is clearly getting tired of whatever is going in her so called relationship.

"You need me to step in?" I've never wanted to cause so much harm to someone in my whole life. The feeling is somewhat unsettling.

"No, I have it under control Tatum." She rolls her eyes, crossing her arms.

I scoff, irritated.

"You need to get