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Blackened Butterflies

Summary:
Emme Foster hasn't had the best time growing up. And since the age of nine, it has taken a turn for the better. With a new Foster family every so often, and a passion for horses, Emme learns to hide her past and secret passion from others as to be considered normal. What happens when there are some new kids in town, with some very interesting habits, and while off in Columbus, Ohio; yet another mysterious figure wanders their way in to her life. Now to protect the life she holds so dear, Emme must choose who to tell what, and how to keep her dark past, and bright passion away from her enemies, and even her closest friends.


Notes:
Yet another fan fiction, not too many recognizable characters though... sorry about that.


10. Chapter 10

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It's been three weeks. Three whole weeks have flown by, and I haven't had a care in the world. Well, except for the competition, and the focus Ana wants all of us to keep up, along with the fact that LaStat has been acting up lately for Sarah, and that's never a good sign.

"Hey Erick!" I called down our aisle way. His head shot up. "Can I barrow your keys. I want to get some stuff out of your truck."

"Sure." He called back and sent his keys flying towards me.

I caught them, "Thanks!" And I headed off towards the parking lot. The barns and the grounds in general were nice. It was always warm inside, the lights were never off, and you were always with people you knew. It was nice. Kind of like we were all just one big family that all just did the same thing for a month.

"Hey Foster!" Someone called from behind me as I reached Erick's truck. It was amazing that he had been able to grab a ground spot today. Most of the other cars were parked on the roof of the barns; you'd take stairs to get down to the ground level.

I turned to see Kyle Harvis walking towards me. His perfect bleached blonde hair was as annoying and fancy as ever. He was dressed in breeches and tall oil black boots that put my paddock boots and jeans to shame.

"What do you want?" I asked coldly. We never got along well even from the start. The really big thing is that he knows about what happened to me, and it seems like he's on my dad's side. That is if my father still has a side, but Kyle seems out to get me. He reminds me of what happened to me every single chance he gets.

"Just giving you a kind and friendly hello." He said cynically. "I just want you to finally feel important."

"Shut up Harvis. This isn't going to get you anywhere." I said with my back to him as I grabbed my backpack from the passenger side.

"Hmm." He sounded disappointed, "That's too bad because I was really hoping that you'd just up and die before you got here. You know that people like you just because they feel sorry for you, right?"

"You keep telling yourself that Kyle, just keep telling yourself that, cause it's not true, and the more you lie to yourself, the less you'll win." I said with a smile as I passed him to go back into the barn.

"Well just see about that. Because I have a really good feeling that you're going to chicken out before the jumping tomorrow."

I rolled my eyes as I walked back into the barn, letting the small door close behind me without a second thought. Kyle has always been so full of himself. I doubt he could make anything happen without his parent's cash. The horse he rides was ridden in the Olympics. All he does is sit there, and the horse knows the course in front of it. Unlike the rest of us who all work to get here, Kyle's here because he's bored and he has the money for it.

I finished up the homework I had for the rest of my classes that day. The English, Art, and History stuff, it was easy enough. And I found it funny that I could finish a month's pile of work in a few hours of sitting in a dirty horse barn, in a foldable chair.

We rode after that. Sky and I jumping our five foot triples, while Lexi practiced her turns, weaving a set of three jumps that were around four feet tall. It was going great. Lexi and I were chatting and laughing the entire time, complementing each other as we rode the courses in different maneuvers and showed off a bit. That is until Lexi noticed Kyle walk up to the rail and our good time nose dived.

"What do you want?!?" I asked him exasperated as I jumped over the triple that was on his rail.

"Just came by to see the show." He said grinning and leaned against the railing.

"There's no show to see, so why don't you just go and take a cash bath now?" Lexi said following me and Sky over.

His grin widened. "Look up Emme."

I was stupid, and I was stubborn. Those two fact now being known, I followed his instruction just to be snotty about it. That is until I noticed who was stepping out of the car parked facing our course, the two people's eyes were locked on me. Shit.

I tensed. No, I froze. I choked, end of story. We were headed for a five foot two straight away, and I choked right before we got to it. I was up in two-point, and Sky had been more than willing a fraction of a second ago - when I wasn't paying attention to Kyle. And suddenly, I was over the jump, Sky still on the other side, and flat on my back.

I stood, perfectly okay, but as pissed off as I've ever been, and pretty much just as terrified. Wrenching off my helmet, I ran. The helmet falling into the dust of the arena. Ana was still standing in the middle looking confused because she hadn't been paying attention to what was outside of the ring. She stepped in front of me, but I pushed past her. All I heard was "Get back here and get on. It's just a fall!"

But that wasn't the problem. The problem was that Kyle, the son of a bitch, had arranged for my parents to show up while I was practicing just to scare the shit out of me, and guess what. I hope he's happy because it worked.

Erick tried to stop me, but I shoved him out of my way, and felt his truck keys in my pocket as thousands of memories flew past me.

I was three, there was a toy, and then I was slapped. Five: a piece of pie, slapped. Two and a half, I don't even know what I did, but I was being beaten. Six, my shoes were on the floor downstairs after school, knifed. I forgot to put the laundry in the dryer, he took the iron to my back. Seven: my birthday, after the party he thought I didn't like it enough, slapped. Christmas Eve, tied and gagged in a closet. Eight: every other day for just being alive.

I wrenched open the driver's door. I could hear shouts behind me, but I couldn't make senses of what anyone was saying. All I could think about was that my parents were here and I was as good as dead. I needed to run if I wanted to live, and that's what I was doing.

I sped out of the grounds, and down the road. I saw my father in the driver's seat of the car behind me. I drove faster as I got onto the highway. I had no idea where I was going. I didn't care. I just needed to get away. He ended up a couple cars back, but I didn't bother slowing down for him to hit me. Erick was going to be so pissed that I stole his truck, but that didn't matter.

I headed north, still having no idea where I was going exactly, and dug out my ipod. Turning it on, I found the song I wanted, and pressed the truck faster.

It was about two or three hours later. I had no idea where I was, but I was still just as terrified. My father's car was still behind me, about three or four hundred yards away. But I was running out of gas. Erick was soooooo going to kill me for this - that is if my father doesn't beat him to it.

I waited until I was past a tight bend in the road before pulling over, well kind of crashing into a tree - slightly on purpose, but mostly accident - before taking off into the woods.

The sound of car wheels on gravel made me run faster as I pictured my father pulling over, his face red, his eyes furious, and him tearing after me through the woods here like a rabid animal.

I could hear footsteps tearing through the undergrowth after me, making me run faster and caring less about where I was or if there was something in front of me that I would very well trip over. I ended up stumbling a lot as I raced deeper into green.

I never noticed myself fall over the ridge. I never felt airborne. I never remembered hitting the ground. And I also never remember everything going black for a long, long time.