"Damnit, that's the second one I broke today!"
Lynn paced back and forth angrily in her room, her feet making the most obnoxious of stomping noises as she drowned in the anger of the situation. Her punching bag had ripped, causing the sand that was in it to empty itself onto the floor. It was covered in patches from previous tears, but she was in no mood to fix it again.
Lynn had been exercising harder than before. She would exercise whenever she had gotten the chance. She would mostly work out her upper arms and legs, some definition already showing in her young body. Though she was the healthiest out of the bunch physically, health wasn't her concern when it came to using her punching bag; it was usually anger.
You see, Lynn was not the type to be sad and mope around. No, the only thing the girl was interested in was pure revenge. After she lost her mother, or 'bitch' as she'd like to call her, she took up most of her time working out, getting prepared to beat the everloving hate out of her. She thought that it wasn't just because she was angry. It was because her mother deserved whatever came to her, and soon enough she would receive the can of whoop-ass that Lynn was so ready to unleash onto her own mother.
"What's going on down there?!" Her dad yelled from the top of the stairs.
"Nothing, just broke my punching bag... again." she replied, kicking the small pile of sand that had already formed.
"Well try and find some other thing to punch." Her father insisted, then rushing back into his room.
Lynn agreed with her father's suggestion, (which was a rarity in this house), and decided to find another way to release her anger. So who better to pay a visit to than her only younger brother, Lincoln?
Lynn turned the knob to his room, but realized it was locked. She knocked once, but still didn't get a response. Finally, as a last resort, she yelled.
"You stupid bonehead! Open the door!"
"Lynn, who are you talking to?"
She turned around only to catch a confused glare from Lincoln, who was holding a cup of orange juice and some toast.
"Oh, there you are." She said. "Who's in your room?"
"Luna." He replied. "She had a falling out with Luan and she wants to stay there for today. And hopefully just for today."
She just waved him off. "Yeah, yeah. Hey, wanna help me with my workout?"
"Oh, sure." He agreed.
They both walked to Lynn's room. The first thing Lincoln noticed was the beaten and torn punching bag that was strewn across the floor.
"Uh, Lynn, what happened to your--"
Her fist immediately connected with the middle of his back, causing him to drop his food and drink and put his hands on his back.
"Ow! What was that for?" He questioned.
"Quiet, dumbo! It's lucho libre time!" She said before pouncing on him, managing to pin him down onto the carpet. She raised her fist again and socked him right in the cheek, his face moving to the side to prevent the same treatment to the other one.
"Please, stop!" He begged, using his arms to try and pry his sister off of him. But it was to no avail. She kept him pinned in such a way so that he couldn't move his legs, but he can move his arms freely. He decided the only way for her to listen was to fight back, using any and all strength that he had in him to land small punches on Lynn's sides. She didn't flinch, however, and took this opportunity to punch once more, this time managing to knock one of his front teeth out.
"Stoooop! I said stop!" He said, choking back any lack of masculinity. Come to think of it, at this moment, Lynn seemed more masculine than him.
She decided that she had tortured her brother long enough, and got off of him. "Finally let loose all that pent up anger. You should try fighting back sometime. It'll do wonders for you." She said before reaching her hand out, offering to help Lincoln up. He agreed, and took her hand as she pulled him up. He frowned and clutched the side of his face.
"You should put some ice on that." She said before laughing. "Nah, but seriously, don't leave it like that. Nobody wants to know how much of a wuss you are."
He just ran out of that room as fast as he could, making his way to the kitchen and grabbing a bag of frozen peas, putting it against the side of his face. He moved his tongue over where she had knocked his tooth out. He wondered if it would grow back. But he was happy to know that Lynn wouldn't need a new punching bag anymore.
Because that punching bag was him.