Amy’s heart sank as she could still hear the words of the argument her and her dad had. He had come without saying ruining her life it wasn’t fair. Every point in her body wanted to objected .Heartland belong to her mother she didn’t want to let her father have anything to do with it. His final words were icy splinters that lodged in Amy’s heart. Amy knew that her dad had made it quit simple he was not going till she could understand him. Amy didn’t feel ready not now after twelve years. ‘I hate him I hate him’ she repeated over and over as she remembered his words. She was just about to go back in when she heard footsteps outside the door.
‘Amy?’ Claire called
‘I am over here’ replied Amy
Peeking over there was Claire. Her same blonde curly hair bouncing as she walked. Amy noted that Claire was wearing her dad’s coat. Amy stood there the sound of her own blood pumping through her ears. As Claire got closer she stood nearer to Amy and gave a little smile.
‘Amy please come inside, it’s getting cold’ she mentioned
‘No thank you’ Amy said briefly
‘Listen Amy you can’t run forever’ said Claire ‘There’s a time when you have to forgive and forget’
Amy didn’t reply. The silence grew. Claire shook her head .Amy thought her sister was going to leave her. Despite this she turned around and gave one more glance at Amy.
Amy was left alone. Dark clouds began to form over the hushed farm. Amy looked up. Small droplets of water fell gently upon her face wiping it off with her hand. She looked over the paddock .The horses had made there for shelter. Amy walked along the hard stony path towards the house. Slowly she opened the door stepping into the empty kitchen.
Just then the clock turned to ten. “Have I really been her for that long she thought?”. The kitchen had a warm feeling to it and she noticed that a piece of Claire’s apple pie was on the table. The room was filled with a sweetness smell. She picked up a piece putting it to her lips a creamy hot pastry crumbled like chalk. When crunching the food her mouth felt like a volcano that had not already erupted with lava still inside. Finishing the food that made her feel warmer. Walking toward it the door opened and a short old round man came in. Seeing that his face was concerned Amy walked up to him
“ Grandfather?” she exclaimed
“ I am going to put the horse’s away,” He said. And with what he left letting the door shut with a bang. Amy decide to go to bed as she walked up the pink carpet stairs she saw the pictures of her family but without her dad. Thinking to herself she saw a little girl wearing a full riding suit, that she was smiling because she had won her first show. Amy could remember the day well she was so nervous as well as excited. Maybe that’s how her dad feels. “No” she said to herself he never cared. Still thinking about her dad she went up to her bed room. It was still in the same mess she had left it in. The blue bed covers were not made and her magazines were also in a mess. The wall was decorated with light blue and red flowers. In the corner stood a little brown chestnut desk. Amy sat on her bed and after taking a deep breath fell to sleep.
The robin was chirping by the window. Lifting herself up Amy glanced at the alarm clock and saw the time was ten in the morning. Opening the door she crept downstairs. She could see that everyone was still busy at there work. Claire was making breakfast and her dad was sitting by the table. Watching out of the window Amy saw her grandfather mucking out the stables his face was wet as drizzle was coming down. Stepping into the kitchen she saw her dad twist round in his chair he gave a smile. Amy felt like picking the nearby vase of flowers and throwing it at him, but seeing Claire spin round she fought the urge not to.
“So Amy why don’t you sit down and have a talk with dad?” Claire suggested
“I can’t” Amy thought quick “ I must go see what grandfathers up to” she remarked.
“ But” Claire before Claire could finishes Amy had left she didn’t want to hear the rest.
When outside the blustery wind was blowing .Heartland looked messier than ever before, the ground path had been covered in brown leaves from the oak trees making it look like a golden river was flowing though the whole of Heartland. The horses were all poking there heads out of the stables as before. When they were like this Amy thought as if all of them where talking to each other as all had different personalities, problems, pasts. Amy turned over to the paddock it stretched out in all different directions around the parking lot. Over in to the left where three training rings two small, one big. Sometimes Amy wanted them to swallow her up into a hole. Later Amy wanted to go and groom Sundance maybe that will take things of her mind. First she went to the room were she kept the grooming kit, when picking the brown brush and copper handled tools, she caught the door open with a squeak. Looking over her shoulder stood her dad he wore a strange look on his face and Amy realized the same coat Claire had on the other day.
“Amy I need to ask you something” he said quietly
Amy didn’t answer. “Maybe he will go if I don’t say anything” she whispered to herself.
“I don’t want you to blame me for everything; it’s just that you tried all you could to save that horse” he told her quietly. Blinking her tears back Amy became reminded of the horse that came last week as well as her dad and how it had to be put down because she could not save it. A flash back came to her
“No” Amy tried to scream but not a word came out. The horse made for the fence, it jumped, next thing Amy knew it was on the ground with the craggy end of the fence between its body. She was disrupted by the hand that now lay on her shoulder. Gaping at it she sobbed bitterly. Trying to force the words past the lump in her throat she managed to say
“I missed you but I don’t want you to take it all away” she whispered painfully
“Take what?” he asked confused
“Heartland” Amy said feeling the back of her eyes suddenly welling up with tears.
“No why would I its yours not mine I never would do that” he said his eyes meeting hers. Looking, Amy saw that his slate grey eyes were telling the truth. He was the one person that understood her. Amy looked now at her father and saw him as a different person his eyes caring and considering her feelings. His hair was messy sticking up all round each side. The skin on his face glowed with shine. Amy half wished that she could say more though instead she leaped into his arms and gave him a hug
“Thank you for understanding” she cried
A few hours later Amy found herself with one of her favourite horses, Sundance. She patted him gently,
“Oh Sundance” she whispered “I know things didn’t go well for the other horse but, I understand now that you can’t always get things right. But I wont let that ever happen again I won’t forget you or the other horses. I promise”. Even as she spoke she knew that life moved on nothing lasted forever. As she looked towards the slender young oak tree she thought life was about the future, not clinging to the past. Through the October dust she heard someone call her telling her it was time for dinner. Making her way down towards the house she smiled. While having dinner she had never talked so much there was so much to say to her dad. Amy became reminded of the picture she had seem when she won her first show she smiled to herself thinking she was part of a family again a real one. With all her favourite people were with her.
