Howling caveman.

Jake's POV -

Harder, Faster, Stronger.

My fist collides with the bag once again, the force of the punch sending it flying backwards. Beads of sweat drips down my face and I focus on my breathing, keeping it steady and rhythmic. Each punch I lay into the bag causes one more worry to disappear for a few blissful seconds.

Emily's safety, punch.

Trevor, punch.

Amil, punch.

DC Jones, punch.

My knuckles sting painfully and I grab the bag with both hands, resting my forehead against the cool surface. My chest is rising heavily up and down and I breathe in deeply, ignoring the aching pain in my arms.

Pain is good.

Pain means progress.

Progress means I'm becoming stronger.

Becoming stronger means I can keep Emily safe.

That's all I want.