Run Wild Horses

Prologue

Content Warning: Sexual Content
This story contains fictional acts of sexual relations. The persons, settings, and actions described are not meant to be educational or used as a guide for any reader's own sexual relations. This is a work of fiction meant to be enjoyed as a work of fiction.

*Acts of Fanfiction are still fiction and do not showcase any real behaviors or relations of the persons described*

Content of this nature should be limited to ages 18+ or, at the very least, limited to readers within the realm of the age of consent. Not every country has the same laws and regulations regarding the age of consent or limiting reading audiences to adults, so please take a moment to read the details of this warning before continuing with the story.

Regardless of what is depicted in fictional works, sexual relations of any kind need to be based on five specific things; an easy way to remember this is to use the acronym F.R.I.E.S.
Consent for all sexual relations needs to be:
F: Freely Given
R: Reversible
I: Informed
E: Enthusiastic
S: Specific - meaning you need to hear the words yes and have specific information about what is being agreed to. Examples of this would be giving a yes to foreplay, oral, use of toys or objects, penetration, etc. Someone can say yes to one and no to another, which is why it is essential to check in with your partner(s) and ensure you are getting ongoing consent from one activity to the next.

Sex is not the enemy. The enemy is persons who use sex as a weapon of violence against others. Regardless of fantasies, sex should always be consensual and done with respect and care for all persons engaging in these acts. Fiction is fiction. In the real world, you engage in intimate and vulnerable acts with another human being. Do right by that person and ensure you follow the rules of consent. If you are unsure of anything take the time to educate yourself before engaging in sexual relations, there are resources to help with this.

Thank you.

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She's sick of this town, she's sick of that boy yeah
She's sick of dreams that never take flight
There's gotta be more than the same old story
So she's gonna turn the page tonight
And turn the radio up (turn the radio up),
Roll the windows down She got a full tank of gas
(She got a full tank of gas),
Ain't no stopping her now
She's got the pedal to the floor in a hand-me-down ford,
Yeah, the only thing that's left to do
Is catch a couple green lights
And those baby blue eyes are leaving nothing in that rear view
But dust, nothing but dust

I let myself into the loft that Steven and I shared and let out a big sigh. What an awful, wild, disaster of a day. I'm so done with everything.

"Steven, I'm home." I shouted out, but the loft appeared to be empty. Good. I needed some time to collect my thoughts. What was I going to do now? Was I really happy with my place in life?

I did something really impulsive and really reckless today. I quit my job. After two years in the same position, which I despised, and getting passed over for promotions by older, yet less qualified male associates, I had had enough. I couldn't do it anymore. Bottom line, I had had enough of the healthcare system period. Who cares that I was the youngest person to ever hold my current position? I was burned out. I needed a fresh start.  At first, it felt so liberating, but now a sense of fear was beginning to kick in. By impulsively quitting, not even leaving a notice, I had possibly hurt my chances for future employment.

Have you ever just wanted to pack up everything and move somewhere far away and just start over from scratch? Yeah. Me too. That was exactly what I was feeling right now.

I took a moment to survey my surroundings. This pricy loft had never been my home. This was all Steven. It was his name on the deed anyway. I just lived here. Sure the location was great. Nestled right in the middle of upscale shopping and dining. Next door to NeuroMedical Center where Steven worked. Just up the road from Baton Rouge General where I worked. Correction...used to work. I realized not only was I tired of my job, but I was tired of this place. Not just this place, but I was tired of Baton Rouge period. I had one other loose end to tie up, because come to think of it, I was pretty tired of Steven too. Tired of his cheating. Tired of him running my life. Tired of him trying to make me into something I wasn't.

I heard a splash coming from the pool, followed by a high pitched female giggle. Are you fucking kidding me?

I followed the sounds of laughter out to the terrace pool. "Again Steven? Really?" I said loudly, rolling my eyes, as I caught him in the arms of his nurse.

His eyes looked like a deer caught in a headlight as he quickly pushed her away and climbed out of the pool, and I averted my eyes to avoid his nakedness. Good thing I was leaving because I'd never swim in that pool again.

"Samantha, I...I thought you were working late." He stuttered in the lamest of excuses, his face and entire body covered in a deep shade of red. I knew he had had affairs, but this was the first time I had ever actually caught him in the act, and it sickened me.

"I quit today. I also quit you Steven. You just made this really easy for me." I turned my back to him and headed to our bedroom. The funny thing was, I wasn't even all that upset. I had dealt with Steven's constant cheating for the last three years. The fact that I didn't care anymore made me realize just how little I had invested in this relationship. Mostly I regretted the years of my life that I wasted. I regretted how I had let him treat me like a porcelain doll sitting on a shelf that only gets taken down and played with when company comes over and he wants to show off. I was better than that. I deserved better than that.

"Wait...Samantha, what the hell are you doing?" Steven's voice yelled out from the doorway, as I packed all of my clothes and few personal possessions.

"I'm leaving you Steven. We are over." I said calmly, a surprising wave of relief washed over me.

"You can't do this." He said in a panicky tone.

"Yeah, just watch me." I said, as I pulled the diamond ring off of my finger and placed it on the top of the dresser.

"Where are you going to go?" He asked, and that feeling of relief was immediately replaced by a wave of panic. But almost as quick as it happened, I heard my father's voice in my head: "You would absolutely love North Carolina sweetheart." The feeling of calm and peace had returned. Ever since the funeral, Courtney had been begging me to visit, telling me I needed to take some time off, that I needed a change of scenery. Well now it looked like I had a lot of time off. A change of scenery would be most welcome.

I grabbed my father's framed photograph off of the dresser and placed it in my suitcase before zipping it up. "Far away from Baton Rouge." I replied.

I grabbed my suitcases and walked out of the door for the last time, never bothering to look back. "North Carolina, here I come."