Hung over and in pain, I rolled around in bed, we had a party yestday to celebrate Bullet.
We fianlly found his breeder and were he came from.
I was thrilled.
To thrilled becasue thrilled turned into drunk.
I shook out of my delusions to notice someone in my bed.
I sat up noticing I was only in a bra wmand without underwear.
I looked around frantically.
And grapoed a towel jump I franticly out of bed.
Slowly someone lifted there head and say up.
FUCKING WAYLON.
"I'm never drinking again." I mumble to myself.
"Ahat the fuck are you doing in my bed." I ask frantic.
"I don't know why do you have a tow-" he says back soundly tired.
"...shit"
"Do you remember anything from last night?" I ask raising my voice.
"Only thing I remember is sowmthing you already know by the situation here." He deadpans.
"Fuck you!" I say "your sister can never fucking find out about this Waylon."
"Never."
"I know I know, but fuck." He sighs running his hand over his face.
"Okay get out of the fucking room." I tell him pointing to the door.
"I don't really have clothes..." He says weary.
"Jesus Christ." I say picking up his boxers from off the floor and handing him them.
"Thanks." He says as he puts them on under the covers and gets uk and leaves.
"I can't fucking believe myself."
I showr and dress myself then leave to the barn.
~Waylons Pov
"I can't fucking belive myself" I say as I run my hand through my hair.
I'm showered and dress but u don't want to leave my room.
She's my best freind I can't do that, and if Kiki find out she'll kill me.
Jesus.
She didn't but I remember everything from last night, how she felt on me, every thiught if it sets my skin on fire.
I can't get it out of my head.
I sighed and run my hand over my face again as I grt off my bed and go outside.
****
I see her working with a client horse in the round pen.
She looks frustrated and I can tell she's bothered.
I want to go see wants wrong but I know I shouldn't.
I walk around the pens till get to Bullets.
I stop and rest my hands on the rail.
I watch hun intently, till he noticed and pricks his head high inhaling sharp.
I don't know why but he seems to hate me.
He ignores me and I think maybe just maybe he's okay with me now.
I hesitantly open the hate and close it.
I hear hard steps and feel breathing on my neck as I turn around to face him again.
Were face to face and he heads high nostrils flared.
I panic for a moment till he lowers his head.
He breathing calms, and I reach iut to pet him.
I set a hand on his muzzle and he doesn't jerk away.
I slowly work my say down to his neck and continue rubbing him.
I elaz fully even thougghbi can tell he hasn't.
His eyes aren't soft like when they stare at Lila, but there not malicious.
"You okay bud?" I ask quietly and continue stroking his neck.
I get to a spot on his shoulder were I see a visible scar it eas one of his other laserations cuts she got him back from that girl.
I feel bad at the memory.
I pet over the spot and he flinched away.
Not thinking I gi over it again unaware.
I look up in time to watch him swivel and lurch up on his hind legs.
He through a hoof out just barley missing my head.
He lands hard and almost bounced back up but cones down before going up all that way.
To stunned to move I don't get out of the way when he shoved his hind end at me and I fal hitting my head on the railing.
I feel dizzle as I open my eyes.
He's shoving me into the rail with his chest and my shoulder is being pinned into the fencing.
I feel my collar bone grind and it hurts so bad.
I try to scream but I can't nothing comes out.
Till Bullet backs away for a second and rears shrieking this time.
I gasp as I watch him come down next to me again.
I barley keep myself on the rail till he swings his head at me and I go blank.
****
~Dalilas Pov.
I'm caught off gaurd when I see soemhing out of the corner of my eyes.
I trun away from Cinderella my client hrose at the moment and see Waylon in. Bullets pen.
Bullets shoving him against the railing with his chest.
Shit, I've told him before he can't go in there evryone knows no one else even feed him!
This is exactly why.
Mt face feels pale as the adrenaline pushes in and I slip through the fencing and run over to his pen.
"BULLET!" I scream hoping to get his attention.
"Waylon no!" I scream as I see Bullet rear upa dn almost hit him.
He lowers down and swings his head at Waylon.
Waylon goes lip like and passes out-I hope.
I climb the fencing and run in the pen, Bullets face softens but he has a glint that insaw when I brought him back from that race that day.
The look o see very day when I put a saddle on his back, when i step I'm the sturip it's fear.
And I see it all to often in him.
I look back from him and Waylon.
Waylons head is always boring a big bruise at his right temple and his lip is bleeding.
I panic knowing I can't pick him up, so I call Karter over and we walk him in the house.
Kiara and Damian come over and the three of them stay in the house, and I go back out with Bullet.
"I know you didn't mean it." I whisper mainly telling myself rather than hum.
I set my forehead on his and we sit like that for a while.