Nikota had slammed the door to her bedroom loud enough she’s surprised it didn’t wake the whole house. She flopped on her bed letting out a frustrated scream into her pillow. She pulled her sweater over her head staring into the mirror at her badly scared torso and back as if that was the cause for this. Instantly a flood of memories came back to her she placed a hand on her forehead being it to stop, she would have looked crazy to an on looker. She pulled on her hoddie no longer able to look at herself. Her breathing increased as if she was having an asthma attack, it was happening all over again, it wouldn’t be long before she blacked out.
She dug through her drawers, searching panicked for the medication she had stopped taking months ago. Convinced she was better off without it. It was supposed to help with her nightmares and black outs. Once she had found them, she shoved them into the front pocket of her sweater jacket. Making her way back out of her room she had to get out of here. She gripped the banister of the staircase as sharp pains shot through her head as if she’d been shot, her vision going blurry. She focused hard finishing her descended down the stairs. Stopping and grabbing a bottle of whisky from her father’s collection. She stumbled toward the stables, hoping no one would find her like this, in fear they might just 51/50 her.
“Macho Man!” she yelled out. He was the fastest of her horses and the most dangerous. Damn it you D’ Angelo girls are crazy to night she heard him groan. She slide the door to his stall open causing him to rear up a bit. He was possibly the most unpredictable and dangerous of all the horses. Nik knock the shit off, your not riding me. he yelled and she could hear Midnight yelling from his stall, begging her to ride him instead. “Shut up all of you!” she yelled Macho rared up a bit nearly kicking her, despite this she climbed on his back.
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“Please, stop!” Nikota yelled as two men held her down. “Please, don’t…” she heard her mother calling to them. One of them men holding a knife to Niki’s neck. Tears stained her cheeks, she watched as they lifted the gun the gun pointing at her mother. Nikota let out a tortured scream as she shot up in a cold sweat, the night mares had started again. She had gotten up to fast, she grounded in pain, before leaning to the side to puke. She groaned miserable and sick, it was a wonder she wasn’t dead having mixed her medication with half a bottle of whisky. She glanced around only now realizing she was in the middle of nowhere, tress surrounded her. She wiped her mouth, still feeling sick to her stomach.
“Fuck” she groaned she pressed against her temples trying to get the pounding in her head to stop. Wishing she hadn’t have been so stupid last night, she hadn’t been herself last night. Then a rush of pain came from her leg, she glanced down seeing the large gash in her leg, covered in dirt and dry blood though it seemed to be somewhat fresh and pretty bad. “Macho, where the hell are we?” she called out remembering he had been the one she’d taken. Her back was sore and she realized that she had more than likely been bucked off. With no answer from Macho Man, her fears were conformed, he’d left her there.
He felt guilty maybe he shouldn’t have said those things last night, he was worried about both girls having seen Nikota the way she was last night, but he was more worried about his Kitten. He quickly threw on some clean cloths and followed Dustin down the stairs “Mr. and Mrs. D’ Angelo went to get Damien and Jamie, they should be back anytime now.” He said as they headed out the front door. They heard the sound of horse shoes on pavement in the distance, both of the boys perking up as they took off down the small hill to the paved road outside the stables.
“It’s Macho” Dustin said leaving Jessie and running to meet the horse. “Fuck” Jessie heard Dustin yell. Jessie watch Dustin try and calm the horse grabbing him by his rains, the horse rearing up countless times nearly kicking Dustin in the chest and head. Finally Dustin was able to calm him enough to tie him to the hitching post just outside the barn, a small pool of blood on his back made Dustin tense. Jessie spotted it after seeing Dustin tense up “I’m sure she’s fine.” He said not exactly know how to deal with the situation.
“You don’t understand Jessie, she’s not right. She gets these things in her head.” He said slightly panicked.
Jessie looked at him a bit confused.
“What do you mean?” he swallowed hard
“maybe if you paid a little more attention to someone else besides yourself, you’d understand. It’s not exactly hard to see how badly you fuck up Kittrina” coming from Dustin that somehow hurt “And Niki, she’s a mess, she just hides it well, well enough that her father, Kit and I are the only ones who know.” Jessie felt a slight bit of regret, causing him to want to find the girls, both of them.
“Lets just find them alright, where is everyone at?” he said growing impatient. What the hell are you doing Kitten. he thought, to himself only becoming more worried.