There's No Where Left to Go | A Heartland Fanfiction

Phionex

* hi yes there is slight rape in this so if you don't like that, next chapter should be good*

Georgie sat in Phionex's stall, layed against his side. She felt the horses muscles tense up, then relax, then tense up again. " Phionex, you alright bud?" Georgie ran her fingers through his mane, before hearing a small laugh from the entrance of the barn, " Good evening, Brown Eyes, I thought I'd see you out there with Flame, given up so soon, love?" A tall, handsome boy leaned against the wall of the barn, his dark brown hair, curled and neatly combed back. Phionex neighed loudly, and nudged Georgie up off of him, keeping eye on the man. " Dylan? Why are you here, aren't you supposed to be training?" Georgie gently tucked her hair behind her ears, looking up at the British boy, her face dusted lightly of pink. " I came to see Flame, and you, of course. Though Flame is more important" Dylan muttered the last bit under his breath, quiet enough so that she couldn't hear, and walked towards Flame's stall, where the male horse stood tall. "Dylan, you can't be here, Flame needs his rest, you have to go." Dylan turned sharply on her, walked up closer, and forcefully grabbed her chin, pulling her up to meet his lips, and roughly kissed her. She squrimmed in his grip, only to be pulled closer, and shoved up onto an empty stall wall, his leg placed between hers. "Well love, if Flame needs rest, I can keep myself occupied until he's well rested, how about we have some fun, dear?" He quickly shoved her onto a pile of hay, quickly ripping her flannel off her, and kissed her roughly. He nipped at her neck, leaving marks until he made his way down to her bra. He smirked, slowly reaching around, unclipping it, but the only thing he saw was black. "Georgie! Jesus Christ Georgie it's me, I'm not going to hurt you, I promise." The boy wrapped his jacket around her, avoiding eye contact of any exposed area, and zipped up the jacket. Georgie collapsed into his grasp, shaking, her tears soaking the boys shirt. "Wyatt... He.. I was so scared.." Wyatt gently ran his fingers through her long hair, holding her close to his chest. Jack and Tim barged in, Tim, being the wonderful grandfather of Georgie, with a loaded gun in his hands, but dropped it when he saw the unconscious figure Jack identified as Dylan.