𝘽𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙠𝙖𝙬𝙖𝙮 • 𝙅𝙪𝙣𝙞𝙤𝙧 𝘿𝙖𝙫𝙞𝙨 • 𝙒𝙞𝙡𝙙𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙚

06. Runaway Savior

Today was the last day for physical therapy for Breakaway as they moved her from the veterinarian hospital to a rehabilitation horse center off Carson Ave and Jefferson Street. Which was perfect for me, as on my lunch break I was almost finished with the fifteen-minute walk to the rehab center from Raintree. 

When the building came into sight my feet started to pick up the pace, opening the glass-detailed door to the entrance I made my way to the receptionist's desk and patiently waited for her to finish her phone call. 

"Hello," The middle-aged woman said to me with a smile, "How may I help you today?" 

"Hi," I say while my hands started sweating from how nervous I was, "I'm here to see the new Arabian horse that was dropped off Monday, her name is Breakaway." 

Pushing up her glasses back into the bridge of her nose she started typing away on her computer, casually clicking on the screen with her mouse, "I'm sorry, but that horse this morning was sent to auction." 

"What?" My mouth almost drops to the floor from the news, "That can't be possible. It should be under Raintree Farm Horse Racing, Pablo Betart was the one who brought her to the hospital down the block and was then transferred here for rehabilitation services." 

"Let me see here," The receptionist returned to typing and clicking away on the computer in front of her, "Ah, the horse's surgery was not paid for, even though Dr. Robbins went through with it as a pro-bono, it is the law when he operates for a pro-bono case that the horse must be sent to auction so those who buy the horse can cover the medical expenses." 

"When? Has the auction already taken place?" Worried was laced in my voice, "I don't know ma'am, then sent her over yesterday." 

"So what happens there." I ask, crossing my arms over my chest to try to stop my hands from shaking, "Someone buys her as a pet or something?" 

"If he's lucky." The woman said and motioned to the person behind me, "I can help who's next." 

My stomach starts to twist in knots at the thought of Breakway being auctioned off. What if someone buys her and treats her horribly? Or what if someone buys her and uses her for something, like, food, or whatever? 

Running as fast as my lungs would take me I find the horse auction from a flyer I passed from running and slip past through the handlers who were loading up horses and taking them into stalls inside of the barn for the auction. 

There were so many horses placed in these metal stalls that it started to look like a petting zoo for a state fair. My head is on a swivel looking for Breakaway, and in a three-way stall holder in the middle stood Breakaway trapped inside. 

Whistling for her to look towards me I smiled as she turned her head to notice me, "Excuse me, miss. You can't be here." 

I hop off the metal stall I was trying to climb over to face the man who was trying to talk to me, "That horse is here by mistake." 

The man looks between me and Breakaway, "That's your horse?" 

"N-No, but it's a mistake! She's a thoroughbred racehorse." I stutter out the words in panic, "Yeah, we get a lot of those through here. Look, whatever the problem is, I'm sorry. But you have to go." 

"Well, has she been sold yet?" The question makes the man furrowed his brows together, "If she was sold, she'd be gone. Auction's tonight," 

"Let's go," The man motioned for me to leave as I gave one last look towards Breakaway, I followed the man back to where I was before and fear started to run through my veins.