Horses and boys don't mix... Most of the time

Chapter 1 -- Where It all started

Idk... so guise i just randomly thought up an idea for a storrry,,, and hereee it is

Love you my lovesss

It all started when my mom surprised me with an abused colt, roughly a year old for my seventeenth birthday. He was dappled gray, I found out later. At the time it was impossible to tell his color, or markings, as he was caked in mud, dirt and blood.

My mom had driven me to my stable yard when I had gotten home from school. She told me my riding had been cancelled on the weekend and I was going that evening instead. When we arrived at the stable, she brought me in the barn, and led me to a stall with a bow on it, where my Riding coach, Jessica was waiting. I looked at her questioningly, in return she smiled, and winked. I looked at the stall door. There was a blanc nameplate on it. I frowned, confused - when I noticed something engraved on the bottom right corner. My name. I reached out, and felt the letters individualy. E - B - O - N - Y, all in delicate sophisticated cursive writing. This cant be real I thought there's no possible way this can be real. I peeked over the stall door, I guess I was expecting some fancy show horse or something, because when I saw that muddy colt, I didnt know what to think. I was stunned. I stared at the colt. His nostrils were dilated, and his eyes were wide, and full of fear. He was skinny, his ribs protruded immensly, and his hip bones were visible. He was shaking, Its a sunny day, he cant be cold. He was shaking from fear. When he noticed me observing him, he backed into the far corner of his stall. All the while, his eyes never left mine. I felt tears roll down my cheeks, warm and sticky. I expected to cry when I got my first horse, but not like this, not because I pitied the animal. The look on that baby's face burned into my memory. There were no words to describe how terrified and fearful he was. He was lonely too, he needed comfort, and the only thing I wanted to do at that moment was comfort him. I slowly opened the stall door, and made my way in. The colts eyes widened further, he reared and backed as far into his corner as he could possibly get.

"Its okay, I wont hurt you." I whispered, reaching out for him. He flinched away, hitting his nose on the wall causing it to bleed.  He pinned his ears flat, and thrashed around aggresively.  He began stomping on the ground with his hooves in an aggresive manor. I backed away and out of the stall in fear that he would hurt me. I watched him thrash and buck in his stall, untill finally, he collapsed into the straw filled floor, passing out from stress and exhaustion. I walked back into the stall quietly, carefull not to wake him. I fell to my kness once safely inside, and sobbed into my hands. How could someone hurt this baby? How could someone traumatize a baby so badly that he doesnt feel safe in his own home? How could you make a horse unapproachable? Why would  someone hurt a baby? I slowly inched forward untill I was close beside him, and placed his head in my lap. I observed his face. He was finally peaceful, and safe in his sleep. His peaceful exspression brought a new wave of tears. I buried my face in his dirty mane, and cried.

"Im sorry," I sobbed, "I'm sorry someone hurt you." I removed my face from his mane and wiped my nose.

"No one will ever hurt you again... I promise." I announced, with slight confidence. I kissed him on his cheek under his eye, removed his head from my lap , got up, and returned to my mothers car without looking at my mom and Jessica. 

"Take me home," I snapped as I walked by. I was angry that my mom would get me a troumatized horse, but at the same time I was happy. Thankful that he was somwhere safe, somwhere he would never be hurt again. I promised myself as I got in the car, that I would do everything I could to help the baby.