Willa
Windy Acres Ranch – Twenty four
"Crazy mother trucker undercover lover...She’s country!”
Willa felt Brenton's arms wrap around her waist, a place where there was practically no pain, and she stood there, feeling safe and secure for once in a long time. She knew they were drawing attention, which didn't help anything. She nodded when he suggested leaving and he made herself walk, and walk straight out the front doors. The air was nice, even though it was a little hot. Her eyes darted everywhere, looking for Jarred, looking for anyone who would hurt her, and she hated it. Hated it with everything she possessed. It was like she was being singled out. "I want to stay at my ranch, but I dont want you to miss work at yours." Speaking of that, she was due to feed the animals, which made her pick up the pace, looking for his truck and finally spotting it.
When he asked how she was holding up, she wanted to tell him the truth. She felt like sh*t and dirt and anything lower than the second lowest feeling. It made her frustrated. When she got to his truck, Willa opened the passenger side door and carefully got in, closing it behind her. Every single sensation felt funny to her, and every person she saw made her flinch or jump, depending on their size and the look on their face. So this is what it felt like to be completely fearful. The worst part was, she knew she would be like that for the rest of her life. No matter what she did. If she had some one, maybe she could pull out of it, but she didn't. Though she had Brent. That was the one plus, and for some reason, when she thought about it, Willa began to feel that she actually had true feelings for him. More than just a friend or a rancher. Snap out of it!! The voice in her head told her. There is no way he feels that way for you, no one would ever feel that way for you.Willa realized that some of those weren't only hers, but Jarred's. But they were true. As she admitted it to herself, she flinched. Will could only hope that it was only a spur of the moment thought brought on by his actions. Only hope.
{ooc: Lol thats fine.}
⊰ Somewhere behind the rider you've вᴇcoмᴇ,
the hours of ᴘᴙʌcтɪcᴇ you've put in, the coaches that have ᴘυsнᴇᴅ yoυ,
the fences you've нɪт, the bones you've вᴙoκᴇɴ, the hard falls you've тʌκᴇɴ,
the loɴɢ ᴅɪsтʌɴcᴇ , the sнoᴙт ᴅɪsтʌɴcᴇ, the cнɪᴘ, the sтᴙɪᴅᴇs,
the ᴇqυɪтʌтɪoɴ, the sᴡᴇʌт, the тᴇʌᴙs, the вlooᴅ, the вlɪsтᴇᴙs,
the ᴙɪᴘᴘᴇᴅ jᴇʌɴs, the ᴡool jʌcκᴇтs on 100 degree sυммᴇᴙ ᴅʌys,
the lʌмᴇ horse, the cᴙʌzy horse, the "ʌᴙᴇ yoυ sᴇᴙɪoυs?" horse, and ᴇvᴇᴙyтнɪɴɢ in between...
soмᴇᴡнᴇᴙᴇ behind all this is the little girl who fᴇll ɪɴ lovᴇ with the нoᴙsᴇ,
the sᴘoᴙт, and the ɪᴅᴇʌ and ɴᴇvᴇᴙ looκᴇᴅ вʌcκ. ⊱
⊰ ᴇvᴇɴтɪɴɢ ⊱