Post by RacingBelle on May 22, 2011 11:14:44 GMT -5
Ashleigh's Past
It comes back to bring pain...
So running away from a good home, no matter how bad or strict I thought my parents were had to be the stupidest thing I have ever done, right? Well, I can't really say. At the time I thought no, I was doing something that would give me a better future. One that wasn't ruled by my parents. Now...it's all confusing. I found out I was a shifter when I was running away from home. Rather, running away from the Elite Forces or really, when Jisa told me, but that part of the story comes later. What would have happened, though, if I hadn't found out I was a shifter the way that I did? What would happen if it was somewhere where people could have seen me? What would they have done? Would they have killed me? Questions that I ask never seem to have answers. Most of them anyway. Anyway, it all started on my sixteenth birthday, and with me telling the truth.
"You've been doing what!" My mother shrieked in despair. It really wasn't a question that I needed to answer, or rather repeat. I stood calmly meeting their eyes every now and then but mostly staring past them. Both of my parents were angry and they seemed to be taking turns chewing me out. "This..stunt..of yours is unacceptable. You will be punished appropriately."
"Punished! I thought I was doing a good thing! I've been riding for five years! I've even competed in the local horse shows! Now when I finally tell you the truth because I think you will understand, you punish me! I never lied to you. I just never told you a direct truth! I always told you that I was going to see some friends after school and I did! I have had some friends at the riding stables. They're my only friends! On the weekends I would tell you that I was going to meet them and do some homework. I brought my homework and we'd always work on it after we did our barn chores. Riding have never gotten in the way of my education, so I don't see why I have to stop just because your telling me to!" I was yelling yes because I finally got the courage to stand up to them. I could tell that my parents were worried, after all their only child had never talked back to them before. I had always done what they had told me and more.
"The fact that you have hidden this from us for five years, is punishable. You could have gotten hurt, or worse, even killed! Horses are dangerous animals. You are not to ride again." My father was now the one to speak calmly, telling me what to do. Yet again. They whispered to each other for a moment, arguing with each other. Then my mother took up the tongue lashing that I was getting.
"Not only are you to never ride again but your are grounded until further notice. You will go to school and come straight back. You are not to leave this house unless one us accompanies you. Do you understand, Ashleigh?" Mother was calmer now but I wasn't.
"No! No, I do not understand. I found what I want to do with my life and your taking it away! I knew you wouldn't understand, I knew it!" With that I stormed up the stairs and into my room, slamming the door.
"Ashleigh! Ashleigh, get back here! Ashleigh!" I heard both my parents calling after me but I didn't care. What was the use of it? I would be grounded for the rest of my life, well, at least till I'm eighteen. No, not until then. Then it hit me. I could run away to somewhere they would never find me. I didn't know where that somewhere was but it had to be some where, right?
I was out the front door as soon as my parents fell asleep, leaving no clues that I wouldn't be back. I ran out the gate of my prison and never looked back. I kept running. I didn't realize where I was running until I got to a familiar place. It was the riding stables. I slipped in through the unlocked gate and back door and went in. The smell of horses, hay, and manure filled my senses. I walked down the aisles of horses, patting each one and saying a kind word or two, one last time. I came to the last stall and it was the horse that I had called my own, in my heart; in my mind. A bay mare called Mystic. "I'll never forget you, girl. Be good. I love you." Then I fled the barn, a lone tear streaking down my face. I didn't look back this time either. I kept running.
Now looking back, it seemed that I never stopped running that night. It wasn't until the afternoon of the next day that I ran into serious trouble. Police cars were patrolling the area. I even got close enough to here a cop asking if they had seen a girl with brown hair and eyes, a dark blue tee-shirt and blue jeans. So my parents had figured out that I was gone. Really gone. It was Saturday, after all, so there wasn't any school. The only place they probably thought I was, was at the riding stable. They had more than likely checked there first because it was the only stable that I could walk to. When they hadn't found me, they reported me as a runaway or missing. Either way I didn't want to be caught by the police. I nearly was, no matter how hard that had I tried.
It was when I was running from two police officers when I stumbled upon the mud splattered truck that offered the means of escape. So I hopped into the back of it. There was a tarp, covering a couple of dirt bikes and there was just enough room for me to squeeze under the tarp too. Twenty minutes later, the truck started up. I had dozed off before then and I panicked. I never meant to stay on the truck when it was going somewhere! Forget it, Ashleigh, you're not jumping off! So there I was on the back of some truck going who knows where. I took a deep breath and settled myself down for what would be a long ride.
A sound that was like a gunshot woke me up. I nearly tore through the tarp in my quick reaction to get away. Steady.. I heard the driver, a young man, and his friend get out of the truck. A tire on the truck had blown out. This was my chance! I scrambled out of the truck, jumped out of the truck and bolted into the strand of trees that met my sight. I leaned against a tree, panting. Bolts of fear went through me, adrenaline coursing through my veins. They hadn't seen me, both were bending over to look at the truck's tire. I turned away from the road, the truck, and the two young men. I turned away from the last of my old life. I was about to start a new life, even if I didn't know it then. I ran like all people do to escape. To feel free. To lose themselves in the joy of running, the burning of their lungs begging for air, the pumping of their arms; the pounding of their feet. I did exactly that. Later on, I would regret that at least a little. It was how I first met the Elite Forces. The Hunters. The EF. Whatever they were called, they were to be my first enemies at Clearstone.
"Supernatural! Over here guys!" A voice called out. I stopped. A what? Oh, I was so confused! I started to run, run away from them. I thought they were just regular police, they wouldn't hurt me. Oh, I knew so little! This story is now my life. I met Jisa that night. I made my whole life change just by running away. I made it change the moment I decided to turn and fight, to stand with Jisa.
So that's how everything got to be the way it is now. Now that I think about it, I do think I made the right choice. Perhaps, this was my destiny after all. Who knows? I sure don't. For my whole life to be a random twist of fate. To be a Supernatural.
