The Hitting Zone

After a near death experience thanks to his own mother, Jake Hollander has an adverse reaction to people, baseball, and family. His feeling of abandonment is slowly lost thanks to his foster family, The Atkins. They take him in and change his mind about everything. He becomes more open, better at baseball, and craves for family. Slowly all wishes are granted. Instagram: @writerhalf_empty https://www.patreon.com/half_empty ~~The Last Curve can be found there, a short story about Rhys Please read on Webnovel! **Names, faces, and places aren’t real. A work of fiction. Nonetheless, it is my work of fiction so please don’t post it without permission. *I have used school names that do exist though, but I would like everyone to know that I have no affiliation with them. Nor do my views reflect their views. **Also, I bought the royalty-free license for my cover. Which means I can use it without having to pay royalties. If you have any questions, comment on my latest chapter or reach me on discord.

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With it starting, I got into hitting mode. I tuned out the others outside the cage. The first pitch came and I slapped my bat just on the under part, fouling it back. There was a clear sound of it hitting the back fence.

I did the rest in a similar fashion. When the machine powered down, I stepped back and headed for the gate.

"The fouls were too high, out of reach." The catcher said.

Surprised, I looked back at him. He had stood up and took his mask off again. Feeling some aggression, I did my best to ignore him and leave the cage.

"He fouled them back." Noah was quick to come to my defense. "That's all he had to do. Honestly. You should be thankful that he didn't aim it at you."

I quickly shook my head. "That would be mean." Very painful if you missed and whatnot. I would feel bad if it hit him in his face mask.

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