Overcome

Chapter Forty- Six

My body aches, both from my fall a couple nights ago, and because I'm posting to Harry's trot without stirrups. The past couple nights Justin has been making me work souly on flat work. "Pick up your canter." Justin says flatly.

The morning after my whole moody episode, I apologized to Justin and we were fight free for the past couple of days. But, I can tell that he's still a little upset.

I squeeze Harry into a canter, my legs whimpering as I glue my butt to his rocky canter. Thankfully, after a couple of strides, Harry settles and begins to smooth out his canter. Therefore letting me sit and relax for a second or two.

"Good! Bring him to a trot and work on leg yields!" He calls through the ring. I obey and slow Harry's gate. Then, easily maneuver down the quarter line and towards the rail.

After an hour of no stirrup work, I wanted to die. "That's good! Call it a day!" Justin's voice echoes through the indoor. I gladly pull Harry to a walk and give him a long rein to stretch. "You're going good." He gives Harry a big pat on the neck, "I think you're ready."

I roll my eyes, "Yeah, sure. Ready to fall on my face."

He chuckles, "You're gonna be fine."

"I hope you're right." I try to say with a smile but deep down I'm scared. What if I can't deal with all of those people's eyes on me? What if I fall? What if Harry gets hurt?

I hop down off of Harry and shiver at the thought of Harry getting injured. He was lucky to make it out clean the first time but what if it would happen again he might not be so lucky? I couldn't ever to that to him! My mind flickers to Justin's terrified reaction when I crashed. My whole body tenses. I could never do that to him ever again!

"Hey?" He asks, walking up next to me. "You okay? You just went a million miles away."

I snap my head over at him, realizing now that he was having a conversation with me. I notice that whenever he's mad at me he still makes sure I'm okay. He doesn't totally dis me. I smile inwardly at the thought before looking up to him. "Oh... um... yeah, sorry. Just zoned out I guess."

He looks at me, not convinced. "You know you can tell me if something's bothering you right?"

I know I can. But do I really want to let him know that I'm freaking out? Then again... he already knows. I'm not really that great at hiding my emotions. I nod, "I know."

I groom Harry with Justin helping out. Yet I still know he knows that I'm not telling him anything. I don't even know why it's bothering me so much though, but I better get my act together because I've got two days to figure all this out. I've been freaking out for the past week, so much that I bairly got any sleep.

I get into his Volvo and before he pulls away I burst out, "I'm freaking out about this Justin!" unintentionally.

He nods slowly, "I know." See, told you. "It would be unrealistic if you weren't. But I'm sure that once you get there you are going to realize that you have nothing to worry about. You're awesome and you know it!"

"I'm not scared of doing bad. I'm scared of..." I stare into his eyes, " I'm afraid that I'm going to hurt you again. That's what bothered me the most when I watched the video." He tenses, probably remembering my reaction.

"That's not going to happen."

"You don't know that."

"I do!" He forms his goofy grin, "I didn't want to tell you but I guess your time has come to know." He places he right hand on my shoulder, "This might be a little hard for you to take in, so prepare yourself." I don't really know where he's going with this but he already made me smile. "Since I was nine, I started to see into the future. I know! I know it seems weird! But I saw you kicking ass against Emily."