It's Not Over (RusAme Story)

Chapter 4- Horseback

CHAPTER FOUR

~America's POV~

I sit in my room, trying not to think about what Russia said. Every time I think about his dad, I'm doused in fear. The thought of what he did to me...

And Russia's growing up to be just like him, instead of the sweet kid he used to be. Now he's a retarded ice-cold giant.

Suddenly the image of him on top of me pops into my mind. Oh lord help. I slap myself repeatedly. When I'm finished my face is red, probably from all my slapping.

I need to get my mind off of this situation, and the only way to do that is to go horseback riding, which is one of the most peaceful activities out there.

I set off in the direction of our stables. My family is super rich and I'm really grateful, but sometimes it's a bit much. The worst part about it is that everyone thinks I'm a spoiled brat. I don't think I am, but I guess if you're the brat you wouldn't realize it.

Although, the thing that's really awesome about being well-off is the stables. Whenever I'm in a bad place or feeling a certain type of way, I sit there and draw or go for a trail ride. The sight and the smell of the barn and horses is my favorite thing.

I reach the barn and head for my favorite horse, Ember. Ember is a jet-black Friesian, and her long wavy main and tail fades to auburn at the very tips. She raises her soulful eyes, fringed by long curly lashes and nickers at me.

The reason I named her Ember is due to her rare amber eyes. They almost glow like embers contrasted to her coal colored coat.

Unlike other girls, I'm more of a dark horse person than the cliche white one.

Unlocking her stall door, I lead her over to the cross-ties and she waits patiently for me to choose the tack.

I'm feeling western today so I grab a mahogany colored saddle with matching reins and a navy blue saddle pad. Tacking her up, I contemplate where to go. We'll go in the mountains today, I decide.

"Hola chica!" Mexico stands behind me, her long raven hair in a loose braid down her back. Short ringlets poke out of her hairstyle and she is sporting a white tank top, stylish ripped black jeans, and a blueish green and white checkered flannel. She had miniature golden hoops and her dark eyes gleamed in the afternoon sun.

Mexico rents a stall at our stables for her horse, so she's here a lot, although she keeps her horse on the other side for renters. Yes, we actually have a side for renters.

Beside her, her prized quarter horse, Vida stood patiently. Vida was also in western tack, and her freshly groomed chestnut and pinto coat shone. She flicked her tail, which was a blend of white and black that matched her mane, so she looked very western.

"Hey!" I respond. "What's up?"

"I was wondering if you wanted to go for a trail ride together?"

I smile. "Sure."

"Hurrah!" She smiles. (Yay in Spanish)

"Sí," I laugh.

I mount Ember from the left side, swinging my right leg over her back. Mexico does the same.
A cool breeze filters into the barn and I click my tongue, urging Ember outside. She trots forward and I post, the fall air sifting through my long golden hair. I smell a campfire in the distance and feel myself relaxing, throwing what happened today to the wind.

Mexico trots beside me, and together, we ride up into the mountains.

"So how was your day?" I ask.

(Sorry for the short chapter- it's because stuff goes down next chapter.)