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Naomi's arms wrapped around her wet form as she nearly ran from the small pond. She saw Thunder off in the distance and his head had lifted to look at her, but she just kept going. Her fingers fumbled with the gate and finally she pulled it open. The blond turned around to close the gate back up and she could see the older twin walking purposely right toward her. An internal battle was brewing within her, should she fight, or flee. Naomi never ran away from anything, and she wasn't about to start doing so now.
Katie's form was jumping the gate before the blond could even take a few steps back. They were toe to toe, and chocolate browns were burning up into the crystal blues.
The bad ass in Naomi was really shining through when her hands came up and shoved the slight red head back. Katie ended up with her back against the metal gate and her eyes were flashing in rage at the blond. "You fucking cow, she's my sister!" the red head yelled.
"I don't know what you're on about, Katie, I came here to learn to ride. We got a little warm and decided to go for a swim." Her heart was beating double time as she knew it wasn't exactly the truth. Sure, she had used the excuse of riding to get her there, and yeah, they had gotten hot and went for a swim. So it was only a slight bending of the truth.
She never saw the red head coming and soon Katie had smashed into her, tackling her to the ground. Dust flew up around them as they struggled against each other. Each girl got a few good scratches in before Rob came running down the center of the stables towards them. He easily picked up the twin off of Naomi, seeing that the red head was obviously the aggressor, and looked sternly into her brown eyes. "Katie, go inside." When she tried to protest father Fitch simply pointed toward the house, indicating that this wasn't a matter that would be discussed right now.
Emily came running toward them, wet clothes in one hand while her other held the towel closed. Her chocolate orbs were laced with fear as she watched her father point toward the house and then Katie walked off. She easily made her way through the gate and looked from her father down to the now filthy blond whose wet skin had turned the dust to mud. "What happened?" Her voice was husky but also soft.
"I was tending to the pregnant mare when I heard Katie yelling. Came out just in time to see her take out Naomi here." His hand pointed to the blond.
One hand flew to her mouth briefly before it came down onto Naomi's scratched up cheek. "Are… are you okay?"
Naomi felt her face flush as she sat up and nodded her head. Emily's hand fell back to her lap as the blond spoke, "Yeah, I just didn't see her coming." She moved to get up and noticed that the red head was back on her feet a few moments after she was. "I should go. I'll um… talk to you later, yeah?"
Emily's face looked broken, and she was glad that her father had walked back into the barn to tend to the mare. Her heart felt shattered, and she was even more confused than she had been earlier in the day. She wasn't gay, she couldn't be. "Do you want me to take you home?"
"No thanks, Ems. I drove." With that being said she walked off in the opposite direction without a single glance back toward the red head that caused so many confusing emotions to race through her slender form. She needed some time to think about what was going on anyway. Hopefully the drive would do her good.
The drive from the countryside wasn't going to be long enough and Naomi planned on taking an even longer route, needing to clear her head and pinpoint what was going on. She rolled down the window about 2 inches and grabbed her smokes from the center console and lit it up. Her head fell back against the seat and she took a long drag from it. Her eyes closed briefly, and by the time she opened them, she noticed she was driving off the side of the road. The blond's instincts threw the wheel the other way, which sent her flying across the road. The sound of screeching tires could be heard for a good mile in any direction. An unsuspecting motorist clipped the back end of her vehicle sending her sideways into a tree. Luckily for her, she was unconscious before it even got that far.
Sirens filled the air, and it wasn't just one or two vehicles, it was 5 or 6. Emily wandered out onto her front porch after slipping into some dry clothes. She said a little prayer to herself to watch over whomever it was that needed assistance. For some reason she had always done that, for as long as she could remember. Little did she know it was the blond who had just left her house who was in trouble.
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