|•~𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬~•| |^Miles Fairchild^|

"I didn't know you wanted to ride my horse."

"Miles, I can't believe you hurt that poor innocent boy." "He wasn't innocent! He was making jokes about my parents." I rolled my eyes. I looked into the mirror and turned around. The boy grabbed my chin. I screamed. "Oh my god, Miles! Don't do that.." I looked at Miles and smiled. "So do you need something?" I asked. He pushed my head into the mirror and it was shattered. My head was bleeding, and I'm sure I had a mild concussion. I opened my eyes, breathing heavily. An arm wrapped over me and held me close. "Bad dreams?" Miles asked as he laid next to me. I couldn't move my hands or my legs. I was tied up. "MILES HELP!" I yelled. He began to laugh. "Sorry to ruin the mood," He said as he stood up. "But I'm not Miles." He was slowly morphing into a tall man with long hair and a trench coat. He sat beside me and began placing his hands allover my body. A cold hand touched my shoulder and turned me over. "Hey, hey.. hey! Y/N, Y/N what's wrong?" Miles held my head to his chest. "Y/N, it's okay you can tell me!" "He was.. it was you and then he.. he.. became a man and he started touching me and I.. I was scared.. I'm so scared, Miles.." I was whimpering and I couldn't breathe properly. Miles was rubbing my back, and laid down flat. He pulled me on top of him. "Lay your head down, you're safe with me I promise." I put my head on his shoulder and started crying. He put his thumb under my eyes and wiped them. "Y/N, no one is gonna hurt you." "But he.." Miles cut me off with a kiss. "I promise you're safe." It was all just a dream. The mirror, the man, and even Miles trying to calm me down. I got up and Flora pulled me outside. She handed me a saddle.

~Time Skip~

"You look good up there." "I don't wanna ride Delilah! I wanna train your horse!" Miles laughed. "Only I am aloud to ride Samson." I rolled my eyes. I already know how to ride horses though! I used to race them. I wanted to try something more difficult. I grabbed the whip out of Miles hand, and clenched onto the grip of the saddle with my other. I gently hit Delilah on the back with the whip and she took off. I tugged left on the grip, and she turned left. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING! THERE'S OBSTACLES OVER THERE. YOU'RE GONNA GET HURT!" Miles was yelling at me. I tugged down on the grip and Delilah jumped into the air over two hurdles. And pulled down. She stopped. I hoped off and walked back over to Miles and Flora. "Oh my god, Miles! I hurt so bad!" He rolled his eyes. You're just lucky. I smirked. I walked to the back of the stables. That's where Samson was. I climbed over the gate and I was standing right beside the big horse. "Y/N! Get out! I don't want to take you to the ER. You're a waste of my time." I put my hand on Samson's head, petting him slowly and gently. I handed him an apple. "Samson's quite a big horse." I said. "You don't even know what you're talking about." I smiled. "I used to race horses, Miles. I actually have three horses of my own at my Grandparents house." Miles laughed. "You? Rode horses? No. I don't believe that." "Miles! If she wants to ride your horse, I think you should very much let her." Mrs. Grose said as she came to get Flora. It was the weekend so I didn't have to teach her today. "Come along, Flora. I have lunch on the stove for you." Miles smiled and leaned against the gate. "I didn't know you wanted to ride my horse." "Only Samson. Sorry." Miles looked at me blankly. Had he not been used to being rejected? "Maybe if you weren't so in love with yourself, you would understand that not everyone you meet wants to have sex with you." I said. Miles glared at me. "No. You're lying. Who wouldn't want to fuck me? Miles Fairchild. I'm perfect. I'm every girls dream. I have money, and a big house, I'm hot, and.." "Girls also like guys with big dicks.. but I think that's something you lack." I jumped the gate and started walking off. Miles grabbed my arm. "Who are you to comment on my size?" "If you're trying to get me 'in the mood' it's not gonna work sorry." Miles pushes me against a wall, and looked down along my body, "you're one to talk about size." Miles started kissing my neck. "Hey. Hey! Stop. I do not consent to this." He ignored me. I kneed Miles in the groin. He bent over and started coughing. He looked like he was about to cry. "If you let me ride Samson, I'll let you have an hour alone with me. I'll even lock the door." Miles was laying on the ground and he slowly put his thumb up at me. I picked him up, opened the gate to Samson's stall, and placed him on the back of the horse. I jumped on, wrapping his arms around my waist. "Don't fall, Miles." He was groaning in pain. I felt bad, but not that much. He started laughing. I kicked Samson's side and the horse took off. Miles was placing kisses and bites all over my neck. "Miles, stop, I'm trying to focus. Flora could be looking out the window!" Miles slipped his hand to my inner thigh, slowly dragging it up. I tugged on Samson's grip and he got on his hind legs. Miles fell off. "Awh.. Miles! I said not to fall!" I hadn't unclipped Samson's leash, so I held onto it tightly before jumping down and putting him back in his stable. I sat beside Miles. "Sorry.." I said. "There will be consequences."