The Billionaire Darkness

Chapter Sixty Four

Adrian Winters

Pain was becoming a familiar feeling, it filled most parts of my life. It was there when I had dreams replaying the worst night of my life. I still woke up some nights with cold sweats, and needing to take a freezing shower to wash it all off, followed by a thermos of coffee to get through the day.

That morning it had been one, begrudgingly walking downstairs to the garage I walked over to my R8 and opened the door before getting in, and starting the car. I also had a headache but I genuinely wished to drive something thrilling in the snow that would at least give me All Wheel Drive unlike most of the cars I owned it was just that simple.

I did also have new vehicles being brought to my house in the Hamptons and the fact that my garage likely seemed suddenly a lot smaller to many at Thornbrook would be an amusing though especially since I owned several homes around the world.

Driving out of the garage I headed off towards school though I had a mild feeling that I would end up doing all my work in the secret room and deal with some of the underlying anger and frustration that my dream left me with in the boxing area of the gym my school had.

I eventually made it to school though for once I didn't speed, I was just sort of coasting along. My mind was elsewhere I just so happened to remain at the speed limit though city driving wasn't difficult I knew how fast I could go and I'd spent way to much time driving to end up in a car accident.

I'd seen one and I promised myself to be a good driver, which also may have been why certain people when they are overly cautious while driving scare me because more accidents are caused that way then just by allowing yourself to remain calm.

Literally something so simple as common sense is uncommon, fuck sakes.

Parking the car I slid out, and locked it heading towards the schools main entrance.

Walking in I quickly began striding along the halls not wishing to come face to face with anyone.

It was something I'd been quick to make very clear to this school, I wasn't to be messed with, and I was never to be stopped.

I grew up where reputation was everything, where not having to introduce yourself was one of the most relevant powers one could have. I didn't want to be that recognizable, I liked the fear on peoples faces that my unnamed presence could bring to them.

Was I mildly fueled by fear yes, but I also had a softness that only a few people could bring out in me.

Though a single person who could bring that out of me wasn't one I knew, I hadn't met a single person who could successfully do that my friends in a way could but not individually none of them had that level of control or influence over me.

Eventually getting to my first classroom I collected my work and began going though the list of my classrooms before retreating to the library and tossing it onto the table simply for the sake of wanting to do it from whatever was there it would only take an hour to anyways.

Crossing the room I connected my phone and began to play my music before going back to the couch and sitting down with my coffee to start working through all the work that I was expected to finish by the time the end of the day came though my teachers knew that I was usually finished by lunch.

The weird thing about it was that it wasn't intentional that nothing ever took me long and thought that was a benefit at times it just ended up meaning I was bored and had to do a lot more in a day then most people did.

By the time I had finished the first half of my work not even half an hour had passed, and almost all of my coffee had vanished because school felt like a waste of my day most of the time. I had finally finished what I was doing but when school was done I was more stressed then I had been when I got here

Time for me to hide in the gym.

Leaving the room with the stack of work I had I quickly dropped it off and as expected Nico gave me an expected look as I left the classroom to go to the second level of schools gym where I had to change into grey shorts and a breathable shirt before walking over to one of the heavy bags that stood bolted to the ground.

Positioning myself in front of the bag I pushed it slightly before allowing myself to relax and  began to punch the bag getting more and more precise and more and more aggressive with each hit. For some reason I could do it with almost zero issue, I could bring myself to the edge of seeing red then back to being calm.

Something I'd asked Taz to teach me.

Boxing released my tension and I knew it was a good way to seek self improvement. Same reason many professionals in sports started it as a hobby that became their career. Wouldn't be mine but I still enjoyed how at ease I felt whilst doing it.

I had a way of being at peace with the heavy bag Taz had noticed it how I brought calm controlled furiosity to anything I did. It had many times led to him wondering if I was hoping to join the Marines or become a Pro Boxer both of which I could do but wouldn't be something I'd like doing. I was too violent to be a boxer, and I was too self-willed to be a Marine I had a different kind of discipline.

I didn't like listening to anyone, and I certainly didn't like it when other people had power over me. It was why despite being a freshman I made myself a reputation outside of my family's name.

The Winters Family name was a weapon on its own but it had aged much like a sword that was known but unsharpened. No one who had current relevance in the world was alive my grandparents had billions yes but they kept to themselves in the Derbyshire countryside.

I had a reputation for myself, my family, and the later generations of this family to build and nurture. Many in the business world still feared the company because it held more power then most but at the end of the day it was ran by greedy executives many of who I'd like to see get put in jail but I had a different way I would later punish them for their actions. They would be provided with money and no future ability to get a job.

See how long you can live without a major salary and money to siphon.

That may seem cruel but it was fair to me, and they can all deal with it if they don't like it though I'm sure I could find a way to convince them.

When I finally stopped my hands felt numb, and I could immediately tell they were bruised.

Ripping the gloves off and unwinding the wrapping which hurt as I did so only to find my hands turning purple, and mild blood vessels breaks in my hand.

"Winters" I hear someone say and turn to see Principal Tollemer walking towards me.

"Go get yourself patched up, your hands are bruised" he says and I just nod begore collecting my stuff and heading off towards the med station in our school which was an actual med clinic that our school paid for very skilled workers to attend to the students but soon Polo would start and some kid always got hurt each year. Thrown from a horse or struck by a ball, something happened and we had to fill in with another player.

Opening the door, I crossed the room to the waiting area before allowing myself the chance to use the change room to put on my actual clothing before the school nurse treated my hands.
   
   
So a little but of Adrian relieving stress, also kinda a filler chapter. Comment, vote, and share. Anyways

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