The dream to leave had always been there, every since he was a little boy. Willpower on the other hand, was not.
From a young age he had come to understand that he was needed back 'home', for the sake of his mother's horses. If it wasn't for him being there and doing all the day to day work to care for these animals, his father would have sold them or just left them without a second thought.
For years he stayed in the house, wishing for a way out that didn't involve leaving the horses behind. Truth be told, he probably would have stayed there until each animal lived out their long happy lives and then run like the wind as far away as he could - but that wasn't the case now.
He had arrived home one day to find an empty barn. No horses, no tack, no feed, nothing. As he stood in the barn, staring down the aisle at all the empty stalls, he knew it was time to run.
As he stared down into his cup of tea he thought about the past two weeks and just how intense that had been. He packed all of his things, called a cab to take him to the bank where he withdrew all of his money and closed the account, left to get a hotel room, then set off barn hoping to all the nearby stables that would buy a barn full of high priced horses.
When he arrived to the stable of his mother's best friend he couldn't help but let you a smile to see all of the horses where there. For a few hours he and the owner talked before she willingly gave him his personal horse back, along with his personal tack and gear, not asking for the money he was willing to pay.
"I know how much these horses mean to you and meant to your mother." She started as he loaded his horse into the rented trailer, her voice got soft and sympathetic as she finished her thought, "Dayvie, I promise I'll take the best care of them"
They said their goodbyes, for which they knew would be the last. Dayvie had told her his plan - he was leaving the country with his horse, going far away where his father would never be a bother to him. He had a work visa there that had yet to expire and once there it wouldn't be too difficult for him to become a citizen since he had the money for it.
Some may have thought it was a little extreme, but after years of wanting out and finally receiving it, he planned to put as much distance as he could between him and his father.
Anything else I can get you sweetheart?" The waitress cooed as she walked over and slightly leaned against the counter across from where Dayvie sat.
The young man looked up towards her and shook his head, this had been the fourth time she asked now - and kept trying to make conversation, which he didn't think was her just being friendly as much as he being interested in the new face with the weird accent.
"No I'm quite alright - thank you." He replied in a calm smooth tone before he reached into his pocket and pulled his wallet out. Taking a ten out he placed it on the counter and got up from his seat - having the last sip of his tea. "Have a nice day." He added politely as he left the small diner he had stopped at to put something in his stomach.
He had been in the Virgina for about a week now, staying at a little bed and breakfast that happened to be on a quaint little horse farm with nice enough owners to let him keep his horse in one of the pastures. Once he arrived he had gotten straight to work on finding a job and was thankful to come across Fox Hollow Farms, the pay was decent and it was a nice home for his beloved horse - what more could he ask for?
Once back to his room he started his new routine of getting ready without having to run outside to care for fifteen horses by himself. Now a days he took much longer showers and spent more time brushing his short dark chocolate hair. As he stood in front of the mirror brushing his teeth he stared into his own gentle brown eyes - thinking deeply to himself about the recent events, still a bit amazed that he actually did it.
After pulling on a pair of work breeches, paddock boots, half chaps, and a black polo Dayvie headed outside to gather all of his belongings that he was storing in the barn. He tucked them away in the bed of the truck then went out to gather his horse, Kodak.
He was a Mecklenburger Warmblood gelding who stood at 17.1 hands, a little higher than your average Mecklenburger, he was bay with four beautiful black legs and three white socks. The animal really was quite gorgeous and Dayvie had his mom to thank for that. She had owned and bred Mecklenburger horses and six years earlier her stallion had broken a fence and left Dayvie raising his first foal who he decided to claim as his own.
They were wonderful together - he had trained the horse like his mother used to, using books and movies as references and memory as a guide. Always out to make money his father had made the pair show - which while Dayvie wasn't a big fan of it, they did normally clean up in the shows.
Kodak loaded easily into the trailer and Dayvie made sure everything was secure before he climbed into the truck and headed towards his new job at Fox Hollow Farms. It didn't take very long to get there - about twenty minutes or so. He took a look around and could tell the place had been around for a long while - it needed some work but seemed like a great farm to be at.
Not wanting to waste any time Dayvie headed to the barn and looked around until he found someone in the barn and spoke, "Good morning - I'm looking for the Danny King, any chance you'd know where they might be?" Dayvie asked simply in his thick British accent and stood to await a response, wanting to get over the niceties and move on to settling his horse and getting to work.
Though he had only been there for a few short moments, he knew this was the start of his and Kodak's new life - and he was quite happy about it.
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