I always come down here to blow off some steam and if I get frustrated or upset. I guess you could call it a man cave, but it's not that much really.
It's a red carpeted floor with two leather recline chairs. A flat screen with mahogany wood bookshelves on either side of it. Two beanbag chairs in the corners. All sectioned off with a wall that has a bar.
On the other side is just plain concrete floor with a couple of blue and black mats. There's a punching bag in the center of the room. Some weights lined up on a rack near the corner. Benches near the east wall. Boxing gear in a closet on the west wall and a computer right next to it.
With my hands wrapped up, I walk toward the punching bag .
I think about the incident with Bash's father... Wham! I hit the bag as hard as I could. I think about Noah, that time in the rain when we were little kids. That was the day Bash had his first kiss, which was with Vanessa. Noah and I played in the mud. Why did he have to get sick?...Wham! I hit the bag even harder.
Remembering everything they did to Vanessa, her memory, family. I hit the bag so hard I feel like I'm going to break my hand. This time, I keep punching. My fists becoming a blur as I punch faster. Remembering everything my family did to me, how Bash's family helped me and now that his dad is gone. He was a great person. It sure beat having my dad. Then Vanessa came into my life. I'm so ticked off about what they did to her.
"Hey, are you OK bud?"
I stop beating the punching bag to death and turn around to see Bash. I can feel the sweat trickling down my forehead.
"Yeah. I'm fine." I replied. "Shouldn't you be upstairs to make sure Vanessa doesn't try to leave?"
"Nah. She's too curious to find out what's happening to want to leave." He replies. "Besides, I don't think you're fine. Vanessa said you've been down here for about a half an hour."
I hadn't even realized I had been down here that long.
"It's just everything dude. I don't know what to do, so I just decided to come down here and do some stuff." I say.
"Yeah, I know what you mean. Mind if I join you?" He asks.
"Not at all. Be my guest."
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RandomThis book is about a 19 year old virgin, who is about to turn 20 and who gets kidnapped of course and it starts out with her hating the guy's guts. He had kidnapped her to keep her safe from something. She doesn't realize though that her kidnapper i...
