Country Pride [A Harry Styles Love Story]

Aspyn is the Kentucky born n' raised daughter of a small-town Thoroughbred breeder. Her life revolves around her father's horses, and her life is turned upside down when the world's most popular boy band drives through her little town of 400 people.

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4. Life

It's a funny thing.  Life. 

Life and death.

Redfury was born with the breeding, talent, and potential to go far.  And he had a heart.  So many racehorses were born without a heart.  They didn't have the drive or will.  But Redfury did.

But he died before he could even live his life to the fullest.  He died too early. 

And my heart died with him.

~

Three days later I awoke in the hospital.  I suffered from a moderate to severe concussion and a broken arm.  I should've woken up the first day and gone home the second.  The doctors said my injuries were healing, but my heart was wounded the most. 

"Daddy," I croaked out as my father entered the room with a cup of water. 

He handed me the cup and with shakey hands, I held it up to my dry, cracked lips.  After taking a sip, I looked up at Daddy with wide eyes that were sore and swollen from crying.  "Where's Redfury?" My heart seemed to scream in pain as I mentioned the creature I loved with every part of my being.

Daddy cleared his throat and rested a worn, work-roughened hand on the blankets of my bed.  "The body was moved to the shed...in the back of the property... I thought you'd want to be there when we buried it..."

The body? It?  My breathing became ragged and sharp.  My one true love was not a body, and nor was he an "it".  Tears filled my eyes yet again and I struggled to hold back a sob of pain.  I bent forward and buried my face in the stiff, cold hospital blankets, biting my tounge to hold back the tears.  I tasted blood in my mouth.  Physical pain seemed to help.  It seemed to help take my mind off of the emotional pain.

"Oh honey..." Daddy reached one strong arm around me as he realized what had upset me.  "I just...I think it'll be easier for you...if you can accept that he's gone sooner..."  His brown eyes were big and sincere.  He meant well... but he had never understood my relationship with Redfury...

Daddy left a while later to go check on the farm.  The hospital was nearly two hours away from home--the closest one.  He had driven back and forth every single night for me.  Anna had only visited me my first day here.

I turned on the television and my eyelids started to droop.  Within a few seconds I had fallen into a deep and troubled sleep.

My happy life spent loving the most amazing creature in the world had been torn apart. 

 

~

 

"One Direction travelled through the little town of Rosebud today, leaving a trail of broken hearts...and broken bones.  According to an insider the boys had hit a horse and rider while driving through this town of a mere four hundred people. The horse was killed and the rider seriously injured.  The inside word is that band member Harry Styles was driving.  No word yet if any of the boys were drinking.  We will keep you updated as more information is released. Reporting from St. John's Hospital, this is Shannon Thomas."

Oh. My. God. 

My eyes sprang open as I had heard the news report, not thirty minutes after I had fallen asleep.

I thought that whoever had hit Redfury and I was some local, stupid drunk that was partying too early in the morning, had a big potbelly, lived in some dump, and reeked of smoke.  The complete opposite was true, however. 

One Direction had killed my horse...my happiness...and my life.  My heart rapidly picked up speed. 

Some stupid, rich, arrogant boy band had come speeding through a tiny Kentucky town and hit a horse and rider.  Not only did they injure me, but they killed my horse.  My hands clenched into fists causing my knuckles to turn white.  I wanted to hit something.  I wanted them to pay for the pain they were putting me through, while they sat back in their fancy hotel, wondering if the faceless girl they hit was dead yet and if her family was going to sue.

As my mind began to race even faster, scrambled by the pain, drugs, and sleep, a nurse walked in, frowing at the beeping machine to the left of my bed.  Quietly, she steadied my arm and gave me a shot in the arm.

I eagerly embraced the darkness that took me away from the pain of my life.

 

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