Chapitre 101: she has moved on

Brad's POV

I channeled my anger and frustration into my fist as I hit the punching bag at an irksome speed.

I am such a selfish scumbag, thinking little tears and a sorry will decapitate the pain I have caused April. I should have known better. The cut runs deep and April is yet to be healed.

An image of tears streak on April's pretty face flushed in mind, making me yell in frustration and bump my fist angrily into the punching bag. Oh how much I have hurt her.

"If the punching bag was a human. It going to bleed pretty bad" My muscles rigid up. I disconnect my fist from the punching bag and snapped my eyes in the direction of the door. A frown crowned my face "Alice?"

"What are you doing here?" I queried in a faxed tone.