No Longer Are We Free

Chapter Nineteen

Chapter nineteen ~ edited

I tried to relax but I couldn't. I felt weird. It was night time now and we were outside because we couldn't use the stable. Some of the horses had rugs on. I didn't get a rug though but I didn't mind, it wasn't too cold.

I walked over to Sky. "Hey." She said when I approached her. She was looking into the woods.

"Can I ask you something?" I asked.

"Sure. Ask away."

"Is there any reason for me to worry about feeling weird?" I asked.

"Weird how?" She asked, putting her ears forward.

"I don't know. I just feel weird all over." I said.

"You need to get away from here." She said quickly.

"What's going on?" I asked, now seriously nervous.

"Hang on." She froze for a few seconds. Midnight trotted over to us.

"Come on." He said.

"Where are we going?" I asked.

"Away from here for a little while."

"Why?" I asked.

"Just follow me." Midnight cantered in a small circle and jumped the fence. I gave up and jumped the fence, following Midnight.

We kept moving for about twenty minutes and when we finally came to a stop, both of us were breathing slightly heavy. "This should be far enough."

"Yeah, I reckon." I muttered, annoyed. He didn't usher a single thing, not a word nor a sound. "Now why did we just canter away from everybody for twenty minutes?" I asked.

"You're shifting back." He answered.

"Well it's about freaking time. I want to go home."

"Maybe not a good idea." He said.

"What..?" I stopped talking. Midnight gave me a look that said 'shut up and listen'.

"Picture your human form. Think about your human." I did what he said. My whole body tingled. I shifted back. I was on my hands and knees. I stood up slowly. It felt weird walking on two legs again. I loved my horse but I missed being human. Midnight shifted back too.

"Why did you change me? Don't lie, don't stall. Tell me the truth." I said.

"I said before..."

"Why can't your parents just help?!" I asked, cutting him off. I was letting all my anger out, right here, right now.

"They never knew Em and I had a herd. When you and mum found us that day, she told dad and basically Em and I had to choose whether to leave the herd or leave home." He said.

"Why?!" I demanded.

"They didn't want us to have a herd." He said.

"Why not?!" I asked.

"In case this happened, Incase we got captured." He said.

"Can't you contact them to help us?!" I asked.

"I don't know..."

"They're your parents! And I want to see my family! I want to go home!" I cut him off again.

"You can't." He said.

"What do you mean I can't?!" I demanded. He had no right to say I couldn't go home!

"We don't know where we are." He said.

"Well I don't care! I can easily just ask Trent how to get back home!" I shouted.

"No you wont." He said. He was starting to get annoyed. I could tell.

"You are not my boss! I make decisions for myself not you! Now we are going back, we're asking how to get home, and we're leaving!" I shouted.

"No! We are not asking how to get home. We are going back and getting everyone from our herd out and we are going back to the wild!" He raised his voice. There we go. The bomb attached to his control exploded.

"It's not our herd! It's your herd. You do what ever. I'm going home!" I growled.

"You are part of my herd now!" He shouted.

"I never was and I never will be!"

"Says who?!" I glared at Seth. I stomped over to him. I punched him in the face and watched him fall to the ground. I never knew I could hit that hard, but yet again, he deserved it. Half of me wanted to say sorry and help him and the other half was glad. My brain and the little evil devil on my shoulder was telling me it was satisfying. But my heart and the Angel on my other shoulder told me it was wrong, violence wasn't the answer.

"Says me!" I yelled at him. I did the same as before, but this time I pictured and thought of my horse. My body tingled and I shifted to my horse again, cantering back towards the farm and leaving Seth by himself to fume or regret that moment.

It was starting to get cold, the slight breeze still breathed through the trees, making them sway. I stopped and shifted back, sitting down. I stared up at the tree branches but it did nothing to cease the tears. So I just let them flow.

I stayed there and cried for a few minutes before I tried to calm down and breathe slowly; in through my nose and out through my mouth. But my anger only rose again when I remembered the argument. How dare he say I can't go home! I wanted to scream at the top of my lungs, announce how angry and sad I was, but I was too tired. And although it was cold and uncomfortable, I drifted off into a restless sleep.