My Winter

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Winter's pov:

I just finished my exam and I'm nervous about the score. I hate failing. Maybe it's because of my father. As long as I got an A, there wouldn't be a punishment. But if I got anything lower than that, all he'll broke lose.

During high-school, never got anything less than an A. I felt proud of myself. My dad would actually celebrate with me when he saw my report card.  Narcissistic bastard. The one time I got a B in school, I wasn't afraid of my fathers wrath. Well, I was a little. But I would beat up myself mentally. In my mind, I failed. And if I failed at that, then I would fail at other things to. The rules in my father's house was, "Failure is not an option".

I truly don't know what'll happen if I get an F. That scares me the most cause I don't have an answer. So I'm on my way to grab a bite and go downstairs and blow off some steam in the gym.

I walked in the kitchen and it was like miss Anna knew I was coming. She had already prepared s sandwich and handed it to me as I walked through the door.

"How did you-?" I began to ask, gapping at her.

"I figured you'd be hungry after your test exam. I remember the kids having tough exams and they'd come home looking for something to eat." She explained.

"Thank you." I smiled. Before I left I had to ask her a question that I ask her everything I see her. "What word shall I learn today?" Thanks to her and a few others, I'm learning Italian rather quickly.

"Stai zitto. It means, shut up." She winked and grinned. "Trust me. When you live with boys, you'll say it more than you ever have in your life."

I giggled. "Okay. Thanks."

I left the kitchen mumbling, stai zitto, to remember it. I didn't stop saying it till I got to the gym.

I finally got there after making some turns and going down some steps. This gym honestly looks like you're everyday gym. Except with an added large mat and boxing ring. Its huge.

Because it's in the basement, you don't get much for sun. Barely any actually. It's all fluorescent lights, and white walls with some pictures and mirrors all around it, so it doesn't make this place completely boring. There's showers on your right when you walk in, next to the drinking station that has water and energy powder.

I grab a water bottle from there and start to do some pull ups. I could do about 20 of them before my arms got tired. So I took a swig of water and continued on, thinking.

Thinking about school, Nic, Lucien, being stuck in a house for what feels like ever and even mom. I want to go back to work so bad. Becoming a doctor has been a dream of mine for as long as I can remember. And now, I'm stuck just doing school, with THE MOST powerful man in New York, because of Lucien. I feel like a prisoner who gets to live life in luxury behind a locked sealed door with guards watching my every move.

Don't get me wrong, I'm not upset with Nic. I just need to talk to the warden about escaping for just a little while. Lucien hasn't made move in two months. And I know he's planning something big with how quiet he is and that he can strike any time, but just like... one night. One night is all I ask for right now. I have been able to keep my sanity because of my new friends, but it's coming to the point where I feel like I could snap any minute.

I was brought out of my thoughts, as I punched the bag hard and I heard my name by a familiar voice. A voice I haven't heard since his baby girl came along.

I turned around and smiled. "BRUNO!" I exclaimed excitedly.

"I was worry you went deaf. I've called your name at least five times." He raised eyebrows and his hand showing five fingers. "You okay?" He looked concerned. "Did Nic do something stupid again?"