I feel useless.
The whinny of your dying horse really breaks your heart, and causes a sadness like no other. Another part is losing a part of yourself you never wanted to give away until the right person came along, but life isn't fair.
Xavier had raped me and he would soon pay the price. He'd taken my pure soul and used my body as his personal toy. He'd played with my feelings. Despite the rumors at school, he was the dirty one, not me.
That same week, Tuesday, I had been called to the barn where I boarded my horse, Rosalie, to find out she'd been poisoned by mashed up Fox Glove in her grain.
Once she'd taken her last shallow breath, I ran away to the back pasture where Big Red was grazing. He stood watch over me and I him. He was my security blanket.
It's crazy how life changed after that.
Xavier went to prison and was sued with a $30,000 fine for sexual abuse and rape.
Big Red started training in May, and was gelded a few days after.