Hello Mr. Bull Rider

Not Him.

All I had was tunnel vision. The text was from Ashton's mom. Ash Good. He was originally from Montana and then he moved to Nebraska and started Little Britches. I was really good friends with him. We have always practiced together when we were little. He was teaching me how to rope. He is a good kid. Or was a good kid. He was up in bull riding today. She had said he got pinned real badly and it wasn't looking good. She said that they were having trouble keeping him calm through everything.

Lilly was snapping her fingers in front of my face. "Samantha, what's wrong? What happened?"

I just gave her the phone to read. I couldn't talk, there was this lump in my throat that i couldn't get to move, and it felt like my legs weren't there anymore.

'What does she mean bad pin? Did he get caught up? Is going to live?' I couldn't think straight my brain was going a million miles an hour.  

At that point we were up and going down the stairs. By the time I got to the bottom I was close to full on bawling. I held my tears in, because I hate crying in public. It shows that your weak. With that I put my head down and when to my horses stall with Lilly. 

When I got to my stalls I broke. Realizing I could lose my friend, my 'brother', a piece of my family. Not again! I cried hysterically while Lilly tried to calm me down.

"Shhh, he will be alright, nothing will happen to him." She cooed.

"What. What if he. He isn't?" I said through my sobs. I have lost close family already. Even if we weren't related by blood. He was family. I have lost my grandmother to stroke. I had to watch her suffer on her death bed for two weeks. During that time I rarely slept; I had huge bags under my eyes. I eat a half a plate of food a day or I went a whole day without food. I was so worried about her. I sat by her every day. I skipped the last two weeks of school cause I couldn't even think about school work.

I lost my cousin Cole two weeks later. He was out on an ATV and wrecked. A rib punctured his heart and another punctured in his lung. He was revived once on the way to the hospital and twice there. He died in the middle of the night.

If I lose Ashton, I don't know what I'll do. I love him. As a brother of course! He was always there for me!

"Mom," I said out loud suddenly thinking that she needs to know, now! I took off running not caring if I look like panda from my make up running. I speed around a corner and ran into Charlotte. I shrugged her off quickly, not caring if I knocked someone over or that Lilly was trying to keep up with me. The only thing on my mind was getting to my mom and demanding her to take me to the hospital.

I finally made to my bend where my trailer was and ran up to my mom who was talking to Axel and Tyler's moms casually.

"Honey, what' wrong?" She asked, looking shocked at my current state.

"Ashton was pinned really bad by a bull earlier, and his mom said it wasn't looking so good."

"Oh my Lord, is he-"I cut her by covering her mouth with my hand.

"No. They said there were having trouble with him, keeping him calm." I had tears down my face again when I dropped my hand from her face. "They took him to the hospital and I need you to take me there. Now." I said desperately.

"He is most likely to be in some sort of surgery right now if it was that bad. There is no point in sitting around at the hospital." Mom said with her hands on my shoulders and in her hands were the pick-up keys.

"No." I screamed and yanked to keys out of my mom's hands and ran for the pick-up. My mom yelled for Axel to grab me, but he already had me was dragging me back before my mom even said too. I was kicking, hitting, screaming, and crying. I was kicking and hitting Axel to let me go, screaming at him to let me go, and crying because I need to get to Ashton right at this moment! He had his arms around my waist. At any other moment I would be enjoying this, but right now I didn't care.