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Chapter Three: A Storm of Remorse

        When I deemed it safe to start to stumble away from the fence, I felt sharp pains all over my body. It was like I had rolled in piles of rocks and thorns. To tired to actually examine myself, I felt little droplets of blood form on my bite wounds, while a marking on my stomach seemed to start staining the fur around it. Desperate to be relieved of the pain, I staggered to the gate where the two human males were. It seemed like they were trying to figure out what had transpired through that strange language of theirs. They lifted their heads and spotted my beaten form, noticing my submissive posture. I was angry, practically being drowned with rage and heartbreak.

         Why did Achilles had to lie about his feelings? Why? Raye should've said something! We wouldn't have to be going through this whole dilemma if she just said they were together!

I was so caught up in my own world that I hadn't noticed the humans leading me out of the pasture. Apart of me wanted to stay, to prove I wouldn't give up that easily, but it was a foolish thought. The pair trotted up, and were silent as they watched, expressions and eyes somber of anything.

         "You brought this upon yourself, filly."

Raye said, her words hard as stones. She looked like she had not one single regret! With a weary flick of my eyes, I raked my eyes over Achilles' form, the stallion holding an air of what seemed guilt, pity, and regret. He'd neither approached me nor Raye, as if he didn't know how to handle the situation he caused. But I didn't need or want his pity or regret, and with a pull of the rope from the humans, I jerked my head away from the pasture.

Making our way to the barn, I snorted loudly, trying to hide the planted sadness. The human males let me into my stall, muttering and whispering words like sly foxes, deciding what to do with me. One man stayed at the opening to my stall, ordering the other to go. He ran his rough hands along my body, uttering a few kind and soothing words as he inspected my wounds. Finally, he bent down to look at my abdomen and a sharp hiss escaped his teeth, like that of a snake ready to strike. After slipping me a few carrots, the human man from before came back, and they began working. They washed my injuries, and then applied this sticky stuff to my wounds, and it smelled like crushed plants.

Every time they touched the sore spots, I snorted and whinnied, trying to back away. But they had called in the older man's daughters, Trinity and Emma, and the two girls kept me steady. I wished the process would be over and done with, as the agony was getting unbearable.

Finally, they stepped back, and inspected their handy work. I gave a sigh of relief, and welcomed the humans scratches and pets of comfort, telling me what a good girl I was. Soon, they all left to the collect the other horses.

All except Trinity.

She didn't seem to be going anywhere as she stood there, studying me with those strange eyes of hers. Her nearly brown hair was twisted back like Emma's now, and her hat was discarded. Walking cautiously forward, she started to lay her hands on my back, moving them slowly down, avoiding any sore spots. Her scent was pleasant, smelling of sweet bread and daisies. Trinity did not console me with her words, her face, nothing. She just was there for me, as if she was being a friend who would listen to all my woes.

I lowered my head as her pale fingers reached for my ears, her long nails scratching tenderly. The young girl chuckled as she looked into my eyes, her pale lips pulled into a small smile. Trinity lowered her appendages until they glided across my sensitive face, tracing them into a pattern. It sent shocks of happiness through me, and I savored every second that passed. When she stopped her ministrations, I felt the hole in my chest from earlier return as I watched her slip out of the stall. Shutting and locking it, the girl wiped her hands on the stained apron of her dress before she went to walk away. Leaning out my head, I stared after her, willing her to turn on her heels and come back. Knowing she wouldn't do so, I offered only one other thing I could.