Welcome to Hickstead, home to both Seven Oak Stables, and Blue Acre - two rival stables. Both offer opportunities for their clients to reach the highest level of excellence. Each stable differs from the other, so choose wisely and never forget, loyalty is everything... Meanwhile as the stables battle it out, there's trouble brewing at the university. Be careful, if you don't pick a side you may get caught in the cross-fire...
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"You know, I never thought there was something as too much food until that restaurant," Stephen Breckah joked, glancing over at his girlfriend, Maelle Orchidaceae, "Although I don't think I can eat bacon wrapped fillet minot anywhere else ever again." It had been a date night long overdue, but he had finally got his act together to take her somewhere decent. Truth be told, the young man wasn't sure how he scored her. Pretty. Smart. Understanding. And here had been all over the fucking place between school, his home life, and other shit. Stephen still wasn't great about sharing his feelings with her, but Maelle seemed to get him all the same - even now.
It had been a harsh six months now - the family still felt up-ended by all that shit that Keith had pulled, between Jace and outing all of the family secrets. Stephen had lessen his need to go out to fights, to get money after that. The only good thing about all of it was that their father seemed to finally stop drinking, or at least, limit it. But enough about that, this evening wasn't about dwelling on his family, it was about having fun with his girlfriend. Green eyes glanced back over her now as he held the door open for her, attempting to be a gentleman as they left the fancy restaurant behind, "Where do you want to go for the rest of the evening?"
Little did they know that trouble was just lurking around, waiting for the perfect time to strike.
Save your lovin' arms for a rainy day and i'll find comfort in my pain
thanks aofie!
TWENTY ONE . JOURNALISM STUDENT . CRUSHING ON VIOLET YIEL OLSON CLAN BRECKAH ☠︎
Mal was thankful that a date night was finally here for her and Stephen. Not that the ice cream dates, walks, and all that weren’t bad. But being able to dress up and go out at night on the town. It was a nice restaurant and Mal was happy. Her belly was full, and she was looking forward to lounging before stripping each other as a post-dinner workout.
“Yeah, their servings were quite decent for an upscale place!” she smiled. “I guess we may need to break in and get their recipes,” Mal added. She had gotten the lamb medallions over a pickled mint salad. It was divine, indeed.
After they left, Mal took hold of Stephen’s hand, her heels clicking on the sidewalk. “Maybe Dino’s? I’m sure by the time we get there, we’ll have room for a slab of cheesecake!” As they continued to walk, her ears picked up the sound of a car slowing down. It made her skin shiver. Out of instinct, Mal found her pace picking up – even though her hand was locked with Stephen’s.
He felt Maelle grab his hand, pulling it from his jacket pocket into her own. Stephen didn't mind, after all, that's what couples did. But sometimes, or perhaps, more lately, it didn't quite feel natural to him. It was a shitty thought to have, given that the redhead had been nothing but the perfect girlfriend over the past few months and, well, the sex was great. Yet something felt...missing: “Maybe Dino’s? I’m sure by the time we get there, we’ll have room for a slab of cheesecake!” Maelle's words interrupted Stephen's thoughts now and perhaps, that was for the best.
Green eyes looked to her now, and the young man grinned, "Of course, I always have room for cheesecake." He had room in his stomach for just about anything. An old beat up car started to slow down though, and he could feel Maelle speed up automatically. Stephen's gaze looked beyond her as a window rolled down and a familiar, beaten up face stared at him with two other strangers, "Breckah! I want a rematch, you fucking cheat!" His eyes rolled, of course some meathead wouldn't accept a loss from a skinny ass kid like him as fair and square, even though Dalton Ellis himself had signed off on it himself and nobody fucks with that guy.
"Get on my other side and ignore them," he muttered under his breath to Maelle, already steering her with his hand. Honestly, they were in the good part of town, that guy must either be drunk or desperate to try something here. But as soon as he safely moved his girlfriend to the otherside, putting her between himself and the buildings, Stephen halted as some men appeared in front of them and the car stopped to their side. Well, shit.
Save your lovin' arms for a rainy day and i'll find comfort in my pain
thanks aofie!
TWENTY ONE . JOURNALISM STUDENT . CRUSHING ON VIOLET YIEL OLSON CLAN BRECKAH ☠︎
Her gut was right to be worried. The car slowed to a crawl, and the windows rolled down. It appeared to be someone Stephen had wronged, but she didn’t know the full extent of their history. Her body was in fight-or-flight mode, but thankfully, Stephen managed to control the situation.
Mal’s fingers gripped tightly on Stephen as she switched places. She was still conscious enough to ensure her nails weren’t leaving crescents in his skin. But she couldn’t guarantee that she wouldn’t cut off blood flow. Mal’s muscles twitched and were strained, her eyes remained forward, silence between the two.
They only made it so far when the car stopped on the sidewalk and it looked like they had company waiting. Mal couldn’t even let out a breath before she felt one of the creeps stroking her arm. “I wonder if the carpet matches the drapes,” he sneered. In reflex from training, Mal kicked the guy in the shin with her heel. Then, when he faltered from the pain – Mal jammed her palm up his nose. She was taken aback about the impact, as the smell of iron graced the air.
“Stephen, we need to go!” She began walking backward but was stopped by closing in footsteps.
