Raphael pummeled his fists into the punching bag, losing himself to the fiery surge that rushed through his chest. This was a new, different kind of anger, this gut-wrenching feeling of unfairness put upon him by his father.
He already knew his father had issues, but now, all of a sudden, he was unwilling to even give his new friends a chance. There was no way he was going to stop hanging out with his friends, not after being accepted wholeheartedly, with faults and all. It was more than what he had ever expected. These guys accepted him exactly as he was, allowing him to begin liking himself from the inside and out. They had a bond. A true pure bond!
Yeah, maybe that was a bond forged out of chaos, violence and bullying, but there were good things too like trust and loyalty! Most of the time!
Now his father wanted to stop all of this, for a whole week, maybe more. His heart pounded like a drum, blood roaring in his ears as his vision narrowed, and with all his force he smashed his fist into the bag, a sharp crack like sound splitting the air.
The punching bag, thick and reinforced to withstand abuse, seemed to shudder in slow motion as Raph's fist connected dead-center, causing the chain to groan under the strain, before giving in with a loud metallic snap. The bag flow off its hook, knocking over a poor student next to him, and slammed into the floor with an loud thud, that sent dust puffing off the ground. "Ouch! Help.." The teen yelled, struggling under the bag.
Raph then just stood there, breathing in and out in loud huffs as the bag rolled slowly to a stop, and to his despair, he didn't feel better at all. He then tensed like a coiled spring, and began pummeling his fist into a different boxing bag, trying to soothe the horrible feeling.
"I ..!! hate !!! everything!!!" Raph yelled, and kicked the bag so hard it went flying too. "AHHHHH!!!!!""
