Faith's hands were red and stinging but she kept on hitting the punching bag. It was swinging violently all over the place and the seams were starting to bust and stuffing was beginning to leak out but she kept going, just needing to hit something, fight something, anything. There was not way she could sit down and research, and they weren't letting her out on the streets to look for Airlia. They just wanted her to go to sleep, but that wasn't going to happen either.
Flashes of the past few days flew through her head as she trained, the bad weather, the phone call from Wes, coming home to discover Airlia was gone, the amplifier being down, seeing Zac, being distracted, everything she had said, everything she had done... none of it helped Airlia, nothing she was doing now was helping, but she was just so exhausted of being strong, of being emotionless, but now was not the time to fall apart.
And so with one final kick, the punching bag went flying across the gym and Faith collapsed down onto the matt, panting and crying at the same time.
She was gone.