Peyton

It's been a few days since I've been here. I stood in front of the bag, glaring hard at the new guy that decided to steal my bag in the back corner.

I enjoyed it quite a lot back over there. I wouldn't be judged, I could punch in silence, the tingles soothing my muscles.

I could feel eyes training on me, one being Jimin, and the rest is his six other friends that he decided to bring along. This would be extremely awkward.

"Chip," I called over the big guy, watching his muscles pop around as he moved toward me. I watched him from the mirror as he walked around to face me.

"Assistance?"

"Rile me up," I smirk, standing up straighter and facing the still bag. I rub a hand on it, smiling softly as I spoke my next words. "Sorry in advance."

"Going weak for a bag?!", Chip exclaimed, earning a harsh glare from him. He laughed mockingly, stepping to the opposite side of the bag. He pushed it toward me, watching as I stepped back, avoiding it. "Scared, too."

I throw a punch at the bag, earning an approving nod from Chip. I smirked, quickly getting cocky as the tingles erupted at my fingertips.

"You can do better than that," he spat at me, walking around to my side. He leaned down, making sure I didn't turn to look at him. I focused on the bag, watching it slowly swinging. "I've seen cheerleaders hit better than that."

I growled under my breath, throwing five punches to the bag, snapping my head up to Chip. "Cheerleaders are princesses to me."

He gives me a hard look, staring me down as I stared him down. "Prove it."

I threw more punches at the bag, feeling sudden anger coursing through my body. I was surprised, I didn't know where it was coming from.

"Seems like your a princess too," He taunts, walking around me in a circle. "Even your little boyfriends aren't scared."

"Boyfriends," I snort, punching the bag with my right hand, smiling as I heard the perfect sound. I felt the tingles spreading further, relieving the tense muscles I was experiencing. "I'm not a princess."

"Sure act like it," he laughs, his head tilting back as I punched the bag harder than the last time. The one thing I hated being called was a princess, and Chip knew of multiple ways to push it on me. "You could be a princess for your boyfriends."

That hit a spot in my body. I couldn't control myself as I continuously punched the bag, my fingers numb as they continued to hit and bruise the used bag. It was brown, the chains rustling as it moved while I hit my fists against it.

"I bet you wouldn't be able to destroy this bag even if you tried," his last words pushed me over the edge, knowing that I always started off with that goal. Even if I didn't achieve it that day, I knew I would happen eventually.

He stepped back, staring at my machine moving body. He knew how I would react, and he knew exactly when to use it. Once I was in my own zone, he could easily manipulate my mind into thinking those thoughts.

Just when I thought I was done, I started to go again. I would've stopped there, but I forced myself to continue on with this routine. I didn't care that Chip looked a bit worried as I forced my overworked arms to continue.

I saw my vision blurring, my body slumping as I felt my eyes closing slowly. I was jerked away, finding myself staring at my huffing figure in the mirror I was looking at. I took deep breaths, not bothering to acknowledge Chip and his brother, both holding my arms as I turned toward the bag.

"Let go," I snapped, yanking away from them. I looked at the floor, trailing my eyes to the now still hanging bag. I saw a girl's face on it, reminding me of the girl at the library from two days ago.

RaeRae's voice was constantly in my head, trying to tell me that Jimin liked me. I pushed it away, knowing well that it wasn't true. I cursed at myself for feeling the littlest bit of hope, it was stupid.

I couldn't help but stare at the deformed face on the bag, watching the sweet smile fade into a sickening smirk. It was cold, it wasn't teasing. It was mocking me, I hated it.

I groaned loudly, watching the face change to a look of horror as I pushed my fist into it with my last burst of energy. I heard a pop, the sound of sand busting through the other side of the fabric.

I hit my head against the bag, my hands falling to my sides. Chip pats my back, walking off with his brother behind him, sending me a quick glance.

I hear the door quickly opening, feet shuffling toward me. I faintly heard sweeping against the floor, the sand moving around as the guy who cleaned this room pushed it into a dustpan.

"It finally burst?", he joked with me, while I cracked a small smile. I nodded weakly against the material still touching my head, I leaned up, resting my heated cheek on it. I felt the sweat running down my cheeks, dripping onto my neck.

"Piper said not to push yourself," I heard a voice behind me, instantly flinching as his tone.

"I wasn't pushing myself," I mumble an answer to him, too tired to put up a good enough fight. I snapped my eyes open, spinning around to quickly face him. "If you dare tell her what happened..."

He smirked at me, waving his phone around in his hand, taunting me as my eyes followed after it. "It's just a little picture."

I shook my head multiple times at once, backing away from him, toward the door. I felt my back press against it, turning to look at the faces watching me leave the room.

I bolted out, taking a harsh right, heading straight for the stairs. I jogged up three flights of stairs, before deciding to go on the lift.

I trudged through the stair door, carefully unwrapping my sweating and pulsating hands. My knuckles throbbed in pain, as I stared down at them. They were red, and swelling up pretty quickly.

I gently pressed the button, sighing in relief as it opened rather quickly. I froze, seeing seven pairs of feet, about to step and run away again. A hand grabbed mine, pulling me into the lift box, while I hissed at him.

His eyes immediately fell to my hand, holding it up to his face as he inspected it. "Idiot."

"My fist will meet your face if you keep talking," I mumble, finding myself to believe the words leaving.

"You said it yourself, you ruin bags not faces," He taunts me, smirking at his own comeback. I glared at the floor, ignoring the looks I was getting at this time.

"Dude, shut up," Tae shuts him up, smacking a hand to his head. I'm glad he at least picked up on my behavior and tone of voice. "She wasn't kidding."

"Yeah, right."

"I wasn't," I spat at him, my eyes meeting his in an intense stare. I tried to calm my breathing, finding these sudden feelings unusual. "I only do damage if I'm riled up. If you'd like me to continue what happened down there on your face, say the words."

I balled my hands up into fists, storming out of the opening doors of the lift. I wiggle my fingers, cringing as I realized my knuckles were bruised now.

"I suck," I whisper to myself, shoving open the front door of the apartment. Instantly, Piper comes up to me, studying my face and body posture.

"Talk to me," she nods her head, pulling me over to the sofa by the arm. She pushes me down, sitting next to me while I stayed silent. "You're lucky I'm not calling Jimin to explain."

"Chip was getting me hyped up, while I punched it out. Apparently, my body wanted to continue, I couldn't control it while I kept going," I spilled to her, avoiding making eye contact with her. "Chip and his brother pulled me away before I could pass out. I saw a face in the bag, the girl from the library, and I punched it the last time. The bag finally burst open."

"I thought you said you weren't those people," she calmly stated as she stood up. "I'm getting you ice."

"I'm not those people, I swear. I can honestly say that it wasn't me who was there tonight," I spoke loudly, enough so that she could hear. "You have to believe me. Jimin called me an idiot, while I said I would continue on his face. Tae could even see that I wasn't kidding."

"Tae helped you?", she asked, carefully placing the ice pack on my bruised knuckles and fingers. I nod my head in response, watching her sigh in relief. "I told him to watch you after you got it all out, you always acted differently."

"I'm sorry," I surprised myself by speaking the words. I looked up at her, seeing a surprised look as well.

She smiled sweetly at me, resting a hand on my knee and squeezing it gently as a reassuring look took over her facial features. "It's okay."

It's okay, for now.