Novel - Drama Chapter 23
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Chapter 23 – Heathcliff–1
We drive a little down the lane, over a slight rise, and then a barn comes into sight. A beautiful barn, really, immaculately cared for and painted in shades of gray. Three little gables peak out of the roof and two little cupolas crown it, weathervanes at their peeks.
“Oh!” I say, completely charmed by the sight. But then I see the real draw. In a series of pastures beyond the barn, my eyes can just barely see a group of horses grazing in the afternoon light.
“Oh!” I say, louder this time, far more thrilled. “Is this a stable?!”
Kent laughs as he turns the car into a parking spot next to the barn. “I thought you’d like it,” he says seriously. “One look at you and anyone could tell you grew up dreaming of horses.”
I nod fervently, scrambling to unbuckle my seatbelt and open the door at once. “Can we see them?!” I ask, my words falling over each other in my hurry. “Can I feed them? Do they have any foals?!”
He laughs at me as I almost fall out of the car, climbing calmly out himself. Before I can dash into the barn, he holds out an arm to stop me. “Let me take the lead here, all right, Fay?”
I look up at him, shining with joy, and nod. I quickly look back towards the entrance but then do a double–take, looking back at his face, which is somehow…gentler? Kinder?
shoulders. He’s dressed almost like a cowboy, with jeans tucked into western boots and a button–down plaid shirt. He gives me
a happy nod and then turns his attention back to Kent. “He’s all ready for you, gentle as can be. A real beauty.”
Kent nods to the man and looks beyond him. “Well, I’m ready if you are.”
The man bobs his head and the three of us walk through the stable to the last stall on the right, which the groom pulls open. Kent walks up to the open door and leans on the far side of it, nodding into the stall.
“What do you think, Fay?” he asks.
Slowly, so excited I can barely breathe, I peak around the corner of the stall to see the most gorgeous thing I’ve ever set eyes on in my life.
“Oh,” I say again, though this time it’s barely a breath of air puffing out of my lips as I take another step forward and cover my mouth with my fingertips, just staring at him.
A beautiful blood bay gelding stands in front of me, an Arabian by the arch of his neck and the height at which he holds his tail. The horse gently paws at the shavings of his stall, looking over at us curiously.
My eyes sweep over him, his glossy mane, his wide and gentle eye. And immediately, I know it. I’m in love.
“Can I…” I say, glancing over at Kent. “Can I go in? Can I touch him?”
but otherwise he does not balk as I walk towards him.
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Chapter 23 – Heathcliff–2
I hold out a hand towards his nose, palm up, and he gently lips my palm, saying hello, checking to see if I have a snack. Slowly, I raise my other hand to run over the rich blaze that runs down his face, stepping close to run a hand over his velvety neck.
“Do you like him?” Kent asks, behind me.
I turn back and glare at him a little. What a stupid question. Then I turn back to the beautiful horse as I stroke his silky
mane.
“I thought you might,” Kent says, laughing. Then he pauses. “I’m rarely wrong in my choice of presents. Never, really.”
I freeze at his words. What –
Did he mean
Slowly, I turn back to him and see him smile at my shock.
“He’s yours, Fay,” Kent says to me. “If you want him.”
I embarrass myself then by bursting into tears.
Kent nods to the groom, who quickly disappears. Then, laughing at me a little, Kent joins me in the stall. He, too, raises a hand for
“Who knew,” Kent says, looking at the horse. “Here I was trying
to cheer you up, and all I’ve done is make you cry.” He smiles down at me. “Guess I’ll have to send him back to where he came
from.”
“Don’t you dare,” I growl at him, giving him a little shove away from my horse. Then, I bite my lip.
“Really?” I ask, looking up at Kent. “He’s mine?”
Kent shrugs. “This whole stable is mine, full of horses. What’s the harm in you having just one?”
“And I can come and see him?” I ask, desperate for it, hungry with anticipation.
“Under guard,” he says, looking at me seriously. “Yes, you can come every day, if you want.”
A smile spreads over my face and I resist the urge to throw my arms around him, so thrilled am I. But, I have more questions.
“Why?” I ask, a little breathless now. “Why did you do this for
me?”
Kent leans back against the low wall. “Because I could tell you were miserable, Fay. You might not believe it, but I don’t take pleasure singularly in making people unhappy. I want you to be safe, for Daniel’s sake, as his future bride,” he looks at me carefully, “but there’s no reason you should be so sad about this life.”
I look down at the floor of the stall. Have I been that obvious? I knew that he noticed, but I wasn’t aware that his perception ran
have noticed. No more illicit trips to the basement, no more obstinate disobedience.” He smirks, then. “Or at least, not much.”
I keep my face expressionless, not really wanting to tell him that I wasn’t being good for his sake. There just hadn’t been a lot of opportunity for rebellion in the last few weeks. Or I might have taken it, for the sake of variety.
“When those in my care are good,” he says carefully, studying my face closely, “they get presents. When they are bad, they get punished.” He lowers his face, bringing it closer to mine.
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My gaze shifts to his mouth, watching it form his words. “I’d recommend, Fay,” he says softly, “that you stay on my good side. Then you can have more rewards.”
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A chill runs down my spine and a darker part of me
one that hasn’t raised its head for awhile – wonders which one, really, I
want more.
The horse nickers softly, nudging at the pocket of Kent’s coat. Kent turns his attention away from me, chuckling. “All right, boy, you’ve found me out,” he says, reaching into the pocket and producing two sugar cubes. He holds them out to the horse, who eats them eagerly from his palm.
Then, Kent produces two more sugar cubes and hands them to me. “To get your friendship off right.”
Kent takes a few steps back as I feed the horse, enjoying the feel of his coarse little mouth hairs against my palm. When he’s finished eating, I go back to petting him, marveling at this beautiful creature. I can’t believe that he’s mine.
A few minutes pass in silence as Kent lets me get to know my new friend. Then, I hear his voice again.
“What will you name him?” Kent asks, still watching me from the doorway.
“Hmm,” I say, considering it, looking at the horse. Then, I decide. “Heathcliff.” I sav.
You don’t like it? What’s wrong with it?”
“Such an ugly name,” he says, but there’s no real bite in his words, “for such a beautiful horse. Why did you pick that?”
“Because,” I say, turning to Heathcliff and smiling lovingly into his face. “Whatever souls are made of, his and mine are the same,” I say, brushing his forelock away from his rich brown eyes. As if he understands me, Heathcliff presses his nose to my
chest.
A beat passes and then I look back to Kent, curious as to why he doesn’t tease me further.
“Well well,” he says slowly. “The young lady has read her Brontë, at least. Though I do wonder if such a great passion is a
bit wasted on a horse.”
I blink at him, shocked, really, that he understood my reference. I wouldn’t have thought Wuthering Heights was on the reading list for the Mafia King. Then, I speak without thinking. “Well, I suppose that until a greater passion reveals itself, I will spend all my love on him.”
Kent lifts himself from the wall, standing solidly in the stable doorway with his arms crossed. “I wonder what my son would say to that,” he says, low and soft.
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I blink at him, panicking suddenly as I realize my mistake. I have just tacitly admitted that there is no passion between me and Daniel.
Neither of us say a word for minute, but then Kent turns away. “Come,” he says, looking back towards the parking lot. “That’s
I take a quick moment to lay a kiss in the whorl of hair right in the middle of Heathcliff’s forehead. “I’ll be back soon,” I whisper to him. “I’ll bring you apples.” He knickers in friendly response as I bolt the stable door and hurry after Kent.
I stare at the barn until it fades from my sight. Then, I turn back to the front of the car, steeling myself for the return to Kent’s world. Because tonight, I know, he and my father have arranged something else for me.
Perhaps the horse was just a way to butter me up, get me on Kent’s good side before the real trial.
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