Crescendo (Completed)

8.New Buyer

My feet stumble as I reach inside the trailer of the new owner of me.

She had a unkind look to her...and the moment I saw her she was walking around with spurs on her shoes and a whip by side everywhere she went.

This life. They call it life.

Its hard for me to comprehend.

Its just that I havent...had a calm life...

How can soo many be soo cruel and heartless...

The trailer hits a bump and I jump to my feet trying to gain my bearings.

Sliding to a stop I slide forward hitting my hoof against the trailer.

Ouch.

I feel like running but where would I go...im in a small trailer...where the flooring is slick and the driver is careless...

She better not act this way when she gets on my back.

No way will I take that from a rider again.

Ill bite.

Ill kick.

Ill buck.

Ill do what ever it takes to let cruel owners die!

I bet you didnt see that coming! Shall we continue? Oh yes we may!

Sunlight peaks in and a harsh whip is swung at ny rear end. I run out jumping off the low trailer as if it was a high jump.

Im approached by a small corral. The sides are boarded up and all I can see is a clear gait and the inside of the trailer.

Quickly the trailer moves away and the door becomes shut before i can even make a move.

No.

"We start tomorow. Horse."

Did. She. Just. Call. Me. A horse. My name is crescendo lady!

I throw a snort as she walks off and kick up the dirt with my frustrated hoof.

She turns around and I lash at her. Teeth cutting into fence.

Metal harsh but I trt so badly to bite her.

"In your dreams."

She walks away and i tremble to my feet.

Terrified and unsure.

Mom. Where are you.

I look to the sky...

Thinking of her as she may possibly be thinking of me.

Night closes in...and it is a rough one.

I get no sleep... As im terrified by the person infront of the gait. He had been there since midnight and has no moved. He holds something in his hand...but the darkens blinds my eyes as I cannot see.

Morning comes.

The man had opened my gsit by 7 sharp.

He out on a halter eith this metal attatch on it,is this needed?

He is a groom..apparently.

Ive had my run in with those and they all seem to be the same.

He takes me to this stall thing.

It has no escape besides where I went in.

He carried out a whip..and beat me until I bled. Sadden as I was...i walked away strong when he took me out...actually...I bit him as he took me out.

He took me into a cross tie and tack me up.

I was ready for the buckin.

I laughed inside my mind.

She will learn.

The ride came and bucking did not happen...spurs were in my sides 24/7 and so was a whip against my shoulder...

This cant be.

Harsh bit in mouth..
Harsh hands.

Harsh legs.

This rider will surely be the death of me.

More and more to come. Planning on uodating chapters daily which would mean no picture on all anyways.