Stable boy

Sylva is alone in the world. She lives in a manor with her mom but still her mom wants her to live on high society. She can't, not with having to marry Hash in a year or with her love of horses. Then she meets Jane. A girl hiding in her stables, together they start on a journey to freedom.


18. 18

Nickers and startled winny greeted me as I raced down the aisle.  The sound did not matter, the where did not matter, nothing mattered but distance from Hash, from Shara’s fierseosity, nothing.

Something dropped in front of me.  I turned and found myself held still.  I screamed, kicked and punched.  Nothing could shake what was holding me.  At some point I started to shack.  I screamed till my throat was done.  Even as my voice stopped I kept screaming.  Slowly I stopped punching and kicking, and that gave way to curling up in a ball.  My captor’s arms were still wrapped around my gut, holding me.  I closed my eyes and let myself keep shaking.  Eventually I felt something in my mouth.  I spat it out.  Once I was done with the fit a brief thought of where I was came.  Then it was corrected with who cares.  Stop thinking I corrected that.  Then I forced my breathing slow and steady.  When I was calm with no more risk of not thinking I opened my eyes.

The boy was standing over me.  I was in the rafters with him.

“Hi Sylva my name is Jane and I think you had better stop calling me a boy,” said the person.

I was laying in a pile of hay, and I stayed there trying to process what I had just heard.  Jane however had moved on.

“Also I snuck away from my dad since he is a drunk, and now I live in the rafters with the hay, and the stable, I love horses, though the stable manager is not much better then my dad he is much more avoidable”, she or he or whatever clamored.

“What?” I asked unable to keep up with Jane.

“Seriously?” asked the human exasperated.

“So are you a boy or girl?” I question trying to order this.

“Girl but to stay I got to play tom boy,” she answered slowly.

“Why?” I asked.

“My dad,” she replied flatly.

“What do you mean,” I inquired, just starting to get everything in place.

Jane just gave me a look like seriously.  It was kind of hard to get why Jane had been so cattery, but then so silent.

“So what do you think of this place?” I asked to get a conversation going.

“Actually better question,” Jane said, then added, “why were you having that fit”?

I let go of the whole thing.  Why I had to marry Hash, what he had gotten mad about and what Shara had done.

“Ever thought about running away?” asked Jane when I was done.

“No, I can’t just leave my parents like that,” I answered.

“What if you need to,” said Jane.

“Not my family,” I responded.

“New york,” said Jane softly.

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