My Sweet Victory - Part 3
 By MySweetButterfly   •   11th Apr 2012   •   2,436 views   •   7 comments
My Sweet Victory

I barely moved from my bed for the whole day. I felt terrible. I had killed my own trainer. I still couldn’t get over the thought that I’d never see him again. My mom had said that as I’d crashed into him, he’d been slammed against the wooden fence and had broken his spine. Within an hour, he passed away in hospital. I didn’t know how I was going to ride again without him. In the evening I had been in bed long enough and decided to go out and see Ace and Penny.

I had made up my mind. I was going to keep trying to become a jockey, without another trainer. I would make Dylan proud. I gently pushed open the barn door and walked along the row of stalls until I reached Penny’s stall. The pretty Quarter Horse mare was standing at the back of the stall, with Ace, suckling from her. I smiled when I spotted the adorable palomino foal with his mother, it lifted my heart.

I stepped into the stall and stroked Penny slowly, “You ok girl?” I whispered, “How’s your baby?” She nuzzled my pocket, trying to get to the packet of mints. I sighed and pulled out the packet. Empty. Huh?

Of course! I am a dope. Victory must’ve eaten the rest while I was talking to Dylan. I sighed at the thought of Dylan. No. I must not think of him. I patted Penny gently, “Sorry girl, no treats.” She snorted in disgust and turned her back to me. I chuckled mildly; it was the first time I’d been happy enough to laugh since Dylan’s death.

“Ok girl,” she obviously wanted me to leave. I took one final glance at Ace then stepped out of the stall. As I walked past the tack room, a small piece of paper on the wall caught my eye. Of course, curiosity got the better of me and I went in to look. It was a photograph, of my dad, riding a horse. I gently pulled it off the wall and looked at it closer. My dad was in jockey silks, on a race track riding a tall bay thoroughbred. I never knew he’d been a jockey! Why didn’t he tell me?

I quickly realised that there was a small handle behind where the photo had been; it must’ve been hiding it. Cautiously, I pulled on the handle and opened a small drawer, containing tons of old gear. Jockey silks, boots, riding pants and lots of photos. Carefully I picked up the jockey silks and looked at them. Covered in dust, it was hard to tell what color they were, but when I blew the dust off, it revealed blue and yellow spotted jockey silks.

They must’ve been my Dad’s. I studied the silks carefully, and then picked up another photo. This time it was of Dad, in his blue and yellow jockey silks, galloping flat out on a pale bay horse. I smiled and studied the race course. He must’ve been pretty good, the stands were packed! Then I noticed a small newspaper clipping, tucked away in the corner. It read: “Clovers Career Catapults Off The Track”, below it was a photo of my Dad falling off the same horse from the other photo.

That’s why he must’ve kept it to himself. I felt more determined than ever. Tomorrow Victory was coming, and I was going to be ready.
Starlight Farm  
Very well written, especially this last bit. Your line "I had killed my own trainer" got me to go back and read the first 2 parts and then this one. :)
  Apr 11, 2012  •  1,846 views
Deleted Accounts  
this has been such an amazing series, well done
  Apr 12, 2012  •  1,861 views
Makaela Marie  
Great article! You're such a good writer, I'm jealous :P
  Apr 12, 2012  •  1,852 views
Heart of Splashes  
This was amazing xD
Can't await for the next one ! :P
  Apr 12, 2012  •  1,846 views
Sapphire Flames  
great!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :D. this story is awesome!
  Apr 12, 2012  •  1,822 views
Double Spur Ranch  
Keep them coming haha
  Apr 14, 2012  •  1,841 views
Love Forever  
Love it!!!!!!!
  25 days ago  •  1,837 views
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