Riding to Win

Chapter 2: Going up (Violet)

"I understand where you're coming from, I just think you are wronger that you have ever been," I scream for the tenth time. I have been fighting with my boyfriend for the past hour about him jumping on the back of a bull. I hate the idea of having someone and every time they walk out the door, I have no clue as to if I'm going to see them again.

"Just give it a fucking chance Vi. You won't even look at it for even a second."

"I have looked into it and I found out that there has been many terrible accidents in the ring. One I found was pretty note worthy. Does the name Lane Frost mean anything to you?"

"Yeah, he was a great bull rider that tragically lost his life riding in Cheyenne Wyoming. And the point is?"

"He lost his life! What if that happens to you?"

"Then it will be my fault for getting in the chute. I'm getting on that bull whether I have your permission or not."

"Then you will be getting on single. I want nothing to do with a rodeo cowboy."

"Then this is goodbye. I'm getting on that bull. Have fun going to see your parents without a boyfriend."

"I don't need your sorry ass in my life. I can find a guy ten times better than you that doesn't have a death wish."

"It's not a death wish. It's called living. You should try it sometime after you pull that stick out of your ass. You might even have fun instead of being a fucking square all day long, dragging everyone down with you. So goodbye and good riddance," he yells as he walks out the door.

As soon as he pulls away in his little slug bug, I grab all of his stuff from around the house, build a fire, and burn every little bit of it. By the end of the night, his stuff is a pile of ashes. I go inside and turn on my computer. The home screen is a picture of me and my dad before he got into his riding chute. That was the last time I seen him alive. In the ring he was bucked off, gored, stopped on and pushed around the ring. After that night, I swore I would never go near another bull unless I had a damn good reason to.

I open my email to find a message from my boss.

Violet,

I have an amazing business venture that I need you to handle. It just so happens it goes to a very tender place for you. I'll give you further details when it gets closer to time to act upon it. Just have some beat up cowboy boots, a few old t-shirts, and some torn up blue jeans. Enjoy your week off.

Your boss,

Jim

If that means what I think it means, my worst nightmare is about to come true. As I look over the short email, I notice he tagged a p.s at the end.

P.S. if all goes well with this little venture, there will be a raise coming your way after tax season.

Sounds like there is no way out of this. Just as I hit delete, my phone rings.

"Violet here, what's up."

"Hey Violet. Me and your step-father want to know when to expect you."

"I really don't know mom. I'm not good with distance. By the way, don't prepare for a boyfriend anymore. We had a bit of a falling out and now I'm single."

"Is anything else going on?"

"My boss has a new venture he wants me to go through," I say in a quiet voice.

"What's wrong with this new venture?"

"I have a feeling it's bringing me to a rodeo circuit. Just the thought of it makes me sick."

"Honey, your father would want you to move on from that."

"But I can't. Every time I think about him or the rodeo, I have the picture of the bull hurting him in the back of my mind. I can't do anything without seeing it all happen again."

"Honey, it will be alright. Just try to get lost in your work. I'm sure they will never put you anywhere near the chutes or inside the ring. You'll be fine. Don't do it for me or your father Violet, do it for yourself so you could maybe move on."

"I'll try but I may need to be dragged out of there after I go into shock or have an anxiety or panic attack."

"As long as you try, that's all I ask," she sighs. "I'll talk to you later baby girl. Just remember, I'm always here to talk."

"Alright mom, bye," I respond before hanging up. I don't want to listen to anyone right now. I just want to go to bed. I just hope I walk out of this business venture alive and in one piece. Asking for my sanity to stay intact is asking for trouble...

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Sorry the chapters are short, the first three or four are just introduction into the main scheme of the story. I will do my very best not to make it boring so bare with me. Feed back will make it easier for me to make the story interesting for you, so please drop a comment. <3