Gemotions

The weight room became his sanctuary. After a day of accusations, Liam attacked the weights, each lift a deliberate act of defiance. The metallic smell of sweat and iron filled his nostrils, providing a strange sense of comfort.

He pushed himself harder than usual, his muscles burning, his breath coming in ragged gasps. The physical exertion was a welcome distraction from the mental torment. He focused all of his energy on the movement.

He imagined the professor's face on the punching bag, each punch a release of pent-up frustration. He would not be defeated.