The Assention (on Hold)

Chapter Three- The Running of the Horses

                “O Yeah! It the weekend!  Sweet” I remembered as I pulled myself out of bed. My parents had left for day and my baby sitter wasn’t coming until 9 O’clock this evening. I raced down to my stereo and turned on my music. *Cue Pitbull ft. Aguilera Feel This Moment.*I ran to my closet and grabbed a pair of jeans and a T- Shirt. I grabbed my horse stature Went to my bathroom. I grabbed a brush and quick brushed my hair and brushed my teeth. I dropped onto my couch and reclined. I grabbed the horse statue and put it on my nightstand next to me. I grabbed my phone and started text my friends

Danielle: Hey my prnts are gone want to hve a party

Amy: Sure

Danielle: U get the pple I get the food KKJ

Amy: On it

I ran to my garage. I was got on the golf cart with my money and drove to the grocery store nearby. I got off and ran inside. I went to the beer isle and grabbed some. I wasn’t allowed to but I had a friend who lets it pass at the register. I got the cake mix and some popsicles. I got some punch and lemonade. I ran to the pool shit isle. I grabbed the pool recliners. Then I ran to the check out counter where my friend Joey was. *buss*

Amy: yo party at six at the earliest. I think we can go longer if we go to Jacks house on the horse ranch.

     Danielle: Sweet horses! Sold!

I put my phone down and put the stuff on the counter. Oh wait Coke shit! “Hold on check me out I’ll be back with some coke.” I turned and ran. In gym I was unstoppable when it came to running. I felt alive when I did it. Everyone criticized my run though. They said it was more like  a trot. What could I say my dad always encouraged me to do what I wanted so he taught me to run like a horse because I wanted to. Well that was before he died and my mom got remarried. Now I lived with that low life sucum bag Rick he he was a drunken good for nothing asshole you practically rapes my mom.  I just have to live with him. At least I had my horse from my dad. Rick tried to take it from me when I was five saying “ its time to evict that mother fucker from my heart” I put him in a coma for the next week. He still has the scar from my foot in a place he needs a scar. He didn’t talk to me for two months.

I finally got home and started baking the brownies. I put the in a pan already to go into the oven the last thing I did was take some beer mix it in and took a match and light it. My secret recipe. The slight kick with no alcohol the match would burn it off. I shoved it in the oven. I got in my mom’s bath. And just soaked there for a minute. Remembering siting as a five year old watching my father get shot right here as I splashed in the bubbles. That was when we first figured out my talents. The man who shot my dad turn to fun but I ran after them. I leapt up and hit him in the head with my hind legs and knocked him unconscious until my mom came home. I can still remember my dads words.

“Don’t you let anyone hurt you my sweet stallion. I will protect you even in death. Then he reached into his jacket and took out the very horse Rick tried to take from me. Sometimes I come here just to remember my  dad. Once rick caught me and the next day he had the floor retiled. Rick was trying to remove the very essence of  my father from the house. One room rick could never touch  was mine. If he touch my memories of dad he would answer to my kick.

DING DONG. Shit Amy she was here for the preparty prepwork. I ran out of the bath put on a robe and wrapped my head and ran out.

                “ Amy. Let me go get dressed and will start. K”

                “Sure I get the brownies.”

“ Four hours to party!” I said