B's Ferrari pulled up in front of the guarded shiny gate. A bow is all she needed from the guards to get in, as one of them hurriedly opened the gate.

        Inside the luxury home sat beautiful pavements surrounding the mansion. She went around before stopping at an underground garage behind the mansion.

        With a button, the garage door opened quietly as she absentmindedly stared at her phone. She noted the time 2138 hrs as the door closed again.

        She packed the black Ferrari close to the exit. 

        Coming out, she made her way through a collection of sports cars and black SUVs.

        'What was I thinking?

        I knew it, but why is my heart torn right now? I dug this fucking grave by myself, might as well bury myself alive in it. Fuck!'

        She was talking to herself as she took the stairs to the ground floor.

        On the ground floor, there is a large sitting area with couches, a screen, a white fluffy rug, a huge glass table in the middle, and long white drapes touching the floor.

        To the left, a dining table set with a round table and eight or so wooden chairs. Next to it is a window.

        B ran angrily across the ground floor to the first floor using connecting stairs by the side. Her footsteps echoed through the space until she was at the top, a couple of floors up.

        A hundred kgs punching bag hung perfectly over a metal bar. Apart from that, nothing else was there to indicate it was a gymnasium.

        Taking her red coat off, she stretched her long arms in both directions. Taking black high heels off, 

        B closed the distance between her and the punching bag as she unbuttoned the last few buttons on her white blouse.

        She started punching. Each time harder than the last. Her swinging fists clenched hard.

        The sadness in her eyes slowly turned into anger. So much rage that she couldn't hold in anymore, which turned to harder punches.

        Her dark eyes sparkled in the moonlight, holding up all the emotions she could ever carry. Sooner, her wet eyes let out burning tears while she hit the bag, if a person now they probably wouldn't be alive 

        Grabbing the bag between her arms B shouted, ' Why me! WHY!'

        Tears rolled down her face, she knelt on the floor and then buried her head between her arms sobbing for almost thirty minutes with her whole body shaking.

        Taking a cold shower wholly clothed, she wasn't done crying. Tears mixed with the cold splashes then rolled down the drain.

        When she came out of the shower, out of now almost glued clothes, and dry of the cold water, she was not angry anymore.

        Her face was back to emotionless, her gestures calculated and calm as she changed for bed.

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        B would be asleep in minutes, but her stomach growling couldn't let her. She hasn't eaten for the whole day.

        Taking her phone, she dialed, making orders, then took the stairs from her room on the third floor to the kitchen downstairs.

        With earbuds on, she played some music and started dancing on her own in the kitchen. When Without You by Avicii started playing, her eyes closed.