practically screamed as she stood up, forcing the chair back. “ I am not your sister! I am not like you. ”
“You ’ re damn skippy about that. ” I retorted, rolling my eyes.
“ I don’ t know what you did to Daddy, but Mum and I are going to fix him and you. ” Angelica stormed out of the dining room fuming.
I ran my hand through my hair. Was I ready for this? This was going to be an uphill battle with these two against me. I didn ’ t know what I was getting into, but I was sure that this was going to be messy and these two were going to be out for blood. I flopped myself into a seat and pulled my legs up to my chest in the chair. I wrapped my arms around them and rested my head on my knees.
Mom, give me the strength to do this, I prayed.
I sat at the dining table alone and realized that this was really how it had always been. It was always an uphill battle I chose. I always managed to put myself behind the eight ball and sometimes I lost, but usually I found a way. I decided if I was going to do this, I needed all the help I could get. I got up and left. I wandered around until I found an exit and went back down to the stables.
Something about horses just calmed me and made me happy. When I was younger, Mom, being a single Mom couldn ’ t afford everything, but I found a way. I used to volunteer at a horse ranch, and in exchange for my work, they would let me ride for free. I did that until I got thrown and got hurt. Mom and the ranch came to an understanding, and I wasn ’ t allowed to go back. I snuck into the barn and the horses started prancing in place. They didn ’ t recognize my smell, they just knew I wasn ’ t supposed to be here.
“ Easy there, ” I soothed. I made my way to the first stall and a painted mare was in with her colt. The colt was jet black and he was going to be a feisty one when he grew up. He pranced up to the window where I was and let me pet him. He was an affectionate little one. I felt myself smile. I made my way through the stables watching all of the horses and trying to get a feel for them.
“You ’ re not supposed to be in here. ” I froze, then spun around to see Ben leaning against to door frame, a smirk across his lips.
“ I got lost? ” I shrugged waltzing over to him.
“ Lost are we? You looked right at home. ”
“I ’ ve always loved horses. They ’ ve always made me feel calmer. ” I admitted.
“ Is something the matter? ”
I looked at Ben and shook my head. “ Just a lot to take in. ”
“ Word on the grounds is that you are Eastgate ’ s daughter. ”
“ Is that what they ’ re saying? ”
“Are you?”
I shrugged. “Maybe.”
Ben was looking into my eyes, searching my face for something. “ Other than your eyes, I ’ d say you ’ re a spitting image. ”
I looked down. “ I don’ t know what I ’ m doing here. ” I admitted and looked him in the eye.
He shrugged. “ The only one who can tell you that is you. ” I nodded. I already knew that. “ But I can show you a little bit of what ’ s around here if you like. ”
I looked up at Ben and smiled. “ That would be lovely. ”
Ben led me through his chores and he was surprisingly easy to talk to. He told me a lot about James, and Millie, and Angelica. He showed me a little more of the grounds, and when he was finished with his daily chores, he offered to take me around the grounds on horseback. I happily accepted. Somehow we ended up at the lake and were sitting on the little dock.
“ So, you ’ ve lived on these grounds your whole life? ” I asked him.
“ Yeah, except for the time when I was in school. ”
“ Boarding school? ”
“Yes,”
“I can ’ t really imagine it. I mean, the shenanigans that went on in Harry Potter seemed cool, but I would have missed my mom being away months at a time.