[color=f6989d][h1][center]Vicki Victory[/center][/h1][/color]

Vicki slowly lowered her head to the table, resting her forehead on the cool surface. [color=f6989d][i]Idiot. You lost your temper. Rule #1: always stay in control. [/i][/color]

She sat back up straight, inhaling loudly. She wiped her snow-white hair out of her eyes before continuing, "[color=f6989d]I work at a gym, Victor's Gym. He's that retired boxing champ.[/color]" Vicki turned her head to look out the window, vaguely seeing her reflection in the glass. "[color=f6989d]I'm his daughter. I was boxing, just practice, against this new guy.[/color]" Vicki turned her head back forward, staring down at her hands while flexing them. "[color=f6989d]I hit him with everything I had...and he just went flying. [/color]"

The two of them sat in silence for a few seconds, Vicki lost in contemplation. This was the first time she had stopped to really think about her situation.

"[color=f6989d]I...I felt his bones when I hit him. Right in the sternum. His ribs caged in when I hit him. Then there's all the gym equipment he flew into. And there's probably some shards of glass embedded in him.[/color]"

[i][color=f6989d]Oh god...that's why dad called me into his office. He didn't want me to see what I'd done before the ambulance showed up. [/color][/i]

Vicki finally looked back up at Garrett, locking eyes with him. "[color=f6989d]There's a good chance he's going to die. Internal bleeding, shredded organs, blunt force trauma, shock...[/color]" Vicki shrugged, "[color=f6989d]All of the above.[/color]"

She felt the hot boil of tears beginning to form under her eyes. She darted her gaze down to her lap, trying to hide the tears from her guest. "[color=f6989d]And who's to say that it won't happen again? I'm a monster now. I'll never be able to box again without almost killing someone. [/color]"

[@Ambra]