Daddy's Pride and Joy (Mature)

by Glass Prison Sun May 01, 2011 6:36 pm

Darcy stood in the window sill of her room trying to peer down at her father at the age of seven. He was in the yard with her older brother trying to show him how to properly throw a football. It was useless. He would never be able to fulfill her father's dreams of having a pro athlete son to get them out of this h,ell hole of a farm.
"Don't worry daddy.." she whispered. "Ill be the one."

(Years later)

"Darcy in the lead with a two point over kill!" boomed the announcer through the speakers in the stands.
The petite brunette clung to her horse with her legs and urged forward, around the barrels as tight as she could make him go. The bay slid and held close to the barrel and spun around it with ease.
"Let's go!" she urged and kicked his sides, guiding him around the last barrel and kicking him to hurry to the finish. They made it in less time than the first.
"Good boy!" she cheered as she stroked his neck and prepared for the last round. They won, they took first and the trophy home.
"And they have done it for the third year in a row!" cried the announcer as Darcy and her horse, Clyde, stood in the middle of the dusty arena as the judge gave her the trophy and Clyde his ribbon. "Congratulations!"

Back home, Darcy led Clyde out of his trailer and into the barn to the wash stall. She gave him a nice bath and good jog afterwards to dry off. She brushed him down and put him in his roomy box with the pasture door open. She tossed a throw over him and put his fly mask on. She filled his bucket with crisp water and his trough with fresh hay. "You did good today, Clyde." she cooed and kissed his nose before leaving the barn to go unload the trailer.

"Oh, thanks dad." she said in surprise as her father already had her things put back away in the tack room and parked the trailer round back of the barn.
"No problem, honey. You did amazing today." he smiled and pulled her into a hug.
Darcy smiled and went into the house to wash up. They went out to eat so there was no dinner dishes sitting in the sink as she passed. Up the stairs, she went past her bother's room and sighed. 20 and still at home. She went to her own room and flopped into the bed. "Ill shower tomorrow..." she mumbled as she drifted off to sleep.

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