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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She stopped for several seconds, managing another glance Mik before she turned back to the bag, once again trying the zip, trying to steady her shaking hands as her eyes misted. His snort of laughter caught her by surprise though, and she paused, frowning as she looked at him - why was he laughing? What the hell was that about? He was moving toward her before she could realise, and she tensed, knowing he was going to try to persuade her against it. "No." And then the bag was gone from her hands. She couldn't help it, despite knowing Mik would never hurt her, she flinched. In that moment the way he stalked, the throwing of the bag, it took her back to before, and she fumbled a step back from him before she even knew what she'd done. This was Mik, gentle, sweet Mik who would never...
"You aren't my prisoner, you've always been able to leave whenever you wanted. However, don't let that piece of pond slime make you run." She let him take her hand, watching him kiss the palm. "I thought about it before." She admitted, "This is not a light decision." She needed him to know that. She had never lied to him about her feelings, about what she wanted. She loved the man, she actually saw a future with him, but that couldn't happen with her ex always a step behind. "He's having way too much fun destroying you by messing with me. I'm thinking he's at it again, from the looks I've had at work, and the fact that I'm not often left alone." So he hadn't heard yet then, it made her feel worse, "He's working on getting you fired, I don't know exactly what he's done but there were rumours of inquiries at work. It's bullshit, Mik. He's not just having fun, he's ruining your life! I am ruining your life." Her voice caught, snagging on the words and she swallowed hard again.
"However, love, if you run, you're letting him control you all over again. Don't give him that power. She shook her head, "He can have it," She shrugged, she no longer wanted to have to fight so hard just to have a life - it was exhausting. "I can't stay here and let it carry on, you don't deserve this, Mik, you deserve better. At least if I leave, it'll take him a moment but he'll move on too, he'll leave you be and you can move on with your life. I'll be fine, I've been here before. I should have known better, should never have settled in this damn town."
It was wrong of her, awful of her really, to have hoped that she could have been packed and out the door - gone - before Mik returned. After everything, he deserved much more than that - then again, he deserved much more than her in general. Sometimes, she wish she'd never caved, that she'd moved on before the feelings had hit her, because it would have saved him so much - he deserved a nice girl, with a good family and a good heart who didn't have this shady ass past trying to ruin his life. It wasn't that she didn't love him enough, her heart ached with how much she adored this boy, this man really. His only faults being that he tried too hard, that he was too good of a guy. It was why she had to go, to save him - it was all for him. And once she was gone and she'd taken Tristan away, he could meet another girl who would be able to give him everything he needed.
Of course it was too much to hope for, fate intervened and she cursed as she heard the front door. He didn't call out, which was a little unusual - did he know something was wrong? Perhaps work had told him what was going on, that things were being questioned when they shouldn't be. Maybe he was mad at her? As he should be. She didn't dare stop or look up, even as her body screamed at her to stop, even as she felt him behind her in the doorway. "Are we both packing, or is it a solo holiday?" She nearly crumbled right then, she loved him too much to run away - right? But that was why she was running, because she loved him so much he needed to be saved from her. She swallowed hard as she finished stuffing her stuff into the bag and spent a minute trying to zip it, giving up for a second as her shaking hand made her angry and incapable of completing the simple action.
"No, it's just me." She swallowed again, past that heavy lump in her throat, but that only made it worse. Her eyes burned hot as tears threatened. She straightened up and turned to look at Mik, then away - unable to meet his eyes. "I'm going to go." Terrible way of explaining things, but how could she do this without the hurt? "I need to leave, Mik. So, I'm moving out and I'm going to leave Hickstead." Simple sentences, that was the best way.
Amber didn't know what to do with herself. She hadn't for the last couple of hours, ever since she'd found out Tristan's latest play. At first on hearing the news, she'd pounded several shots. More than several actually, enough to sink a good man's liver. Un-ironically, she had been sent home early. Not for drinking on the job as such, the bar had been closed by the time anyone had realised why Amber's pupils had blown up like bug eyes - but she was told to leave and sort her head out whilst they fixed up the place for the next day. Moni hadn't made a big deal out of it, she'd kept it from the boss and told Amber she understood. It didn't make her feel any less miserable. Following the drinks and leaving work, she'd spent some time walking. It sounded stupid but she'd needed time to think and the cold nightly October air had been a great shock to the system - particularly having forgotten her jacket at work.
Tristan had gone after Mik's work. Both of them. He'd twisted words, made complaints, turned ears. Mik was a good man, the best she had ever known, and she couldn't stand for this shit. He didn't deserve this. It hurt, to know that she had thrown his life upside down since admitting she loved him; all she'd done is fuck up the life he had made for himself. She couldn't do that to him anymore. Really, she did know what to do. It was just going to hurt like hell. She didn't think she would love someone like Mik. It sounded ridiculous, and impossible, but she'd lived through a lot in her young life and she knew she wouldn't feel like this for someone again. But she'd ruined it. Her past had caught up to her, as she had worried it would eventually, and she was scared at what it would do to Mik in the end. She'd imposed on Mik's life, thrown herself at him, moved into his flat, taken over his space, and then her ex had beaten the crap out of him, learnt about his hidden past, and now was trying to get him fired and ruin his reputation. It was too much.
She arrived home without any knowledge of the time, all she knew was that the door was locked, and that Mik was out. It was ideal really, she didn't know if she could do this if he was still home. She had to go. She had to get out of here and run. It was the only way. She needed to save Mik from herself, and if she went then she could lead Tristan away and Mik would be safe. That was all she cared about - not herself or what happened to her, not anymore. She had this coming. She deserved this. Grabbing her to go bag from the wardrobe, tucked beneath a load of her shoes, she started haphazardly shoving her clothes into it. Somehow she'd accumulated more things than when she'd first come to town, but she unceremoniously stuffed in each drawers worth of stuff, panic rising as she tried to choke down the emotions threatening to overwhelm and drown her.
She gave Mik a brief smile at the thanks and then turned away to hand out another couple bottles to people as they passed by. It was kind of boring standing there in the warming sun as the worker bees flitted back and forth with debris and stuff to be saved. She didn't understand half of what they were carrying away that was considered 'salvageable', but then it wasn't surprising - she didn't know horses. She frowned too as everyone started toward a small group of people, the numbers growing. Curious, she knew she didn't need to get involved and it would be best to hang back, but she wondered what was going on. She grabbed a bottle for herself and popped the cap, wandering toward the edge of the crowd in time to hear someone say it was a Seven Oaks jumper. She didn't know what that meant but everyone didn't seem particularly impressed with it.
A couple of people paused in their work to come over for a quick drink. She handed the water bottles out gladly, keeping herself busy to avoid having to deal with the family members loitering around, and the awkwardness she felt about being here. She saw Leo glance over and she caught his eye, narrowing her gaze slightly. She dared him to come over, he could go get a drink elsewhere.
"I'd love a chilled bottle of water." The other reason for her awkwardness. She glanced over the Mik, the recent argument rising to her mind. "Sure," she said without one of her usual quips. Turning around she reached for one of the coolers, she'd tried to fit as many as possible in there and whilst it was open she added more from the packaging to replace those she'd already handed out. "Here you go," Straightening up, she offered up the cold bottle.
Amber wasn't exactly what you would call thrilled to find out she was going to be lumbering refreshments over to the stables. When her boss had asked for volunteers to help take some drinks over to those helping with the wreck, she hadn't had the presence of mind to put 2 and 2 together and realise he meant the stables. She'd been here a couple of times to bother Mik but otherwise, she kept well away. Luckily for her, it wasn't her family's yard - though as she pulled up she saw their blonde heads from afar, too recognisable to miss. Collaborating with one of the coffee shops in town that were providing snacks, Amber helped heft a few crates to a table set up for the workers. She really regretting saying yes now as she caught one of her cousins eye across the yard and couldn't stop herself grimacing. She focused on setting up the selection of choices - mostly bottles of water and two flavours of J2O, and some of the cheaper beer. No point handing out the expensive stuff. "Anyone thirsty?" She asked as a few volunteers walked past, looking a little grimy after hefting about the wreckage.
GENDER: lady AGE: twenty-three D.O.B: 31st may SEXUALITY: straight STATUS: dating PLAY-BY: kayla ewell HEIGHT: 5ft7 HAIR: dark brown EYES: chocolate brown
"SO OVERDUE I OWE THEM"
TATTOOS: a small tattoo of a phoenix, lower back SCARS: too many to count DRINK: yes SMOKE: when she drinks DRIVE: yep GLASSES: nope HOME: woodbain flats, number nine BORN AND RAISED: paris, france
"SWEPT AWAY I'M STOLEN"
confident, sexy, flaunts what she's got, enthusiastic, usually more optimistic than pessimistic, witty and likes to banter a little, can take and give out jokes, street smart, intelligent when it comes to some things, a party girl, mellower now that she's met chase, feisty, a bit of a firecracker, especially if you piss her off, hot headed sometimes, stubborn too and determined, passionate and also protective and honest.
LIKES: hot chocolate with marshmallows , open fires and bonfire nights , cuddling on the couch with a film when she's tired , fruit salad , black coffee - no sugary shit , being inside when it's raining , lie in's , dressing up , warm chocolate chip cookies , massages , long phone calls with people she likes , bad movies , pay day , funny customers. DISLIKES: rude customers , guys who don't take no for an answer , users and abusers , arguing with friends , horror movies , ignorance , fat on meat , sushi or raw fish in general , thunderstorms , being alone for too long , being undermined STRENGTHS: has common sense , confident , good at mixing cocktails , witty , strong emotionally , brave for the most part , street smart , quick thinking , has a good aim when throwing and good at catching too speedy on her feet. WEAKNESSES: a pretty face , strawberry ice cream , chocolates , cuddling up with a film and blanket , not very physically strong , self conscious , painting and drawing she sucks at. FEARS: tristan coming back for her , trusting a guy again , losing people she loves , losing the life she's built for herself SECRETS: she used to help her ex deal drugs (coerced) , she hasn't spoken to her parents since she was fourteen.
"LET THE SKY FALL"
STATUS IN SOCIETY: working class OCCUPATION: waitress and bar woman EXPERTISE: mixing drinks WEALTH: not much, verges on poor PROUDEST MOMENT: escaping tristan - she never thought she would be able to manage to get away from him and the life that he had forced her into. MOST EMBARRASSING MOMENT: being rejected once by someone at school - the guy really tore into her in front of everyone and said he would never touch her because of how many other guys she had been with by then. Everyone laughed at her and called her names for months afterward.
"WHEN IT CRUMBLES"
FATHER(S): martin arthur white - 62 - retired company director MOTHER(S): anne-marie lenia white - 55 - flower shop owner OTHER HALF: dating MIKHAIL THANOS ANTONIOU - 25 - barn hand/waiter SIBLINGS: none, many cousins though
Amber's life was not always an easy one, she was born in London, England however was moved to France at a young age. Her father was brother to Lily, Leo, James and Logan's, and also to Chris and Ashley's, meaning that she was their cousin. Amber's father was different from his brothers and met a French woman who he fell in love with, moving away to Paris just after Amber was born. She spent her first six years there and learn pretty good French, however her mother was strict and disproved of her being under foot all the time, sending her away to a boarding school.
Amber soon became the rebel, through lack of love she developed a need to please people, and quickly grew into parties and boys, alcohol and the like. She got chucked out of several boarding schools, causing concern for her absent father who did love her though somewhat distantly. But she came to hate her mother who cared little for her and often wished she'd never had her. She tried to reach out to her cousins on a couple of occasions as they never went to family gatherings, but never never heard back. Amber's parents moved back to London for some time to keep a closer eye on her, but her mother and father fought endless, screaming at each other and soon Amber and her mother turned on each other too, until one day Amber's mother slapped her.
Amber wouldn't stand for it and she left home without looking back, meeting a man called Tristan. She was only fifteen at the time and they grew close quickly, helped by Amber's naivety. When she turned sixteen he begged her to marry him, and far too trusting, she agreed to. They spent a year living in a crappy flat, just about getting by when things slowly began to go downhill. By the time she turned seventeen he started getting violent, using and abusing her, he coerced her to drink excessively, do drugs with him and started trying to get her into dealing with him. She couldn't do it, one day she looked at herself in the mirror and realised she didn't recognise herself. Once again, she attempted to reach out to her cousins, but again heard nothing. From that, she swore she'd never try to rely on family again.
When she got her chance - Tristan being out one evening - Amber took the bare essentials and ran. She tried to leave no trace behind, getting as far away as she could and finding herself alone and starting afresh in Hickstead. She sold the crappy ring he'd given her - surprised to find it was worth at least something - and picked herself back off the ground, getting a job at the bar and slowly and carefully beginning to rebuild herself a new life. She let herself trust again in Chase Anderson, who helped her put aside some of her habits of falling back on getting black out drunk to forget a bad day, and falling in with bad crowds - but not long after she realised she was falling for him, he upped and left town. She swore off guys, choosing to build on her self-love and confidence before making the mistake of falling in love again.
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