The Letter

Chapter Two: The Encounter

Years past since that moment with the bullies and her 'hero'. She had never forgot what he said and from that moment on, she made a promise to never become part of that evil thing that was called mafia. Winter walked towards her classroom, hands filled with books. She was now at the age of 17 soon to be 18 by the end of this high school period. Senior at that. Despite that she had practically everything she could want outside of the high school life, a new car, all the clothes she could dream of, there was one thing that she couldn't get with money. Friends. Winter could only name three off the top of her head while the others she thought of was only part time talkers who also had money. 

Her father tried oh so hard to get Winter to make friends so that she could later on place them in her soon to be new mafia order. The Crossbinds were no joke anymore. Her selfish father had already taken over half of California with scamming of protection and or hitmen for hire. That just wasn't the life she wanted. She wanted to be free from all this nonsense and wanted to live her life like she wanted, not being controlling and ordering people around. However, she had a deep feeling that no matter what she did, her pure bloodline would always be tainted with that horrible past. Even modern Mafia groups were involved and knew of her family. She wasn't going to lie, she enjoyed money in a sort of pleasant way, but she didn't like how her own family came up with it. Not to mention on how many lives that they had took to get that money. 

Winter brushed back her extremely light blond hair, she decided to dye it to give her name a bit more meaning. When the word winter came about, people usually think of the harsh and cold seasons that the northern states usually get. She wasn't by any means harsh or cold, but her pale slim figure and her light hair and ice eyes said differently. People from different social groups such as the jocks or the cheerleaders tend to try and talk to her because she was beautiful, but Winter tended to brush them away in fear that one day her father might make them part of the so called 'family'. 

Despite the fact that she had tried to get rid of three people from her life, meaning her friends, they always found a way to get back into it. Quinn, Davison and Peter were those so called friends. They did have her back where ever she went and whenever she needed help. Winter tried so hard to keep them away, oh so hard, even became cold and mean just like how she didn't want to be, but they kept coming back. Eventually, she gave up on trying to push them away and let them call her a friend, even though she had told little about herself. 

Just as Winter was rounding the bend to walk towards the hallway where her class was being held, she slammed into another figure; causing her books to fall to the ground. 

"Shit." She mumbled quietly to herself as she leaned over to pick them up one by one. 

A helping hand began to help pick up her books that she dropped, saving her time from possibly being late to class. She looked up at the taller figure when they both stood up. His once green emerald eyes were now slightly hazel as he brushed back his jet black hair and handed the book towards her. Ashe, the one person she always hated running into during school or outside of it for that matter. Winter quickly collected her books from him and went to walk past him until a hand with a grip that could crush a banana grabbed at her arm, stopping her. 

"You don't even say thank you?" His voice was deep, a lot deeper than any high school student here,

A shiver ran up and down her spine as she closed her eyes for a second before facing him, "Thanks." She mumbled.

"You know, you can't avoid me forever, Winter." He stated as he turned and walked towards her, resting his body against hers. "You will be mine one way or another." The last sentence was whispered in her ear. 

Once again, a shiver tickled her spine and caused disgusting butterflies to fly around in her stomach. She ripped herself away and took a step away from him.