Best Friends (Our True Story) - Chapter 10: Taste Of Terror
by Leah F.
Pony Lover, if you decided you don't want a hint, don't read this part! ;)
**HINT** The ending is sad. Thank you all for your awesome comments, I love reading them, it always brings a smile to my face! :)
Oh, and to everyone who has said I should publish this, I'm going to try! It costs a lot to publish a book though, and I really wanted just one copy for myself, but it turns out you can't do that, you have to order at least 100 books. So I'm not sure what's going to happen yet.
Here's Chapter 10! :)
Chapter 10 - Taste Of Terror
The van barely came to a stop before I half jumped, half tumbled out of the passenger door and started running down Jim's driveway. I went to visit Raphael, and to my heartbreaking terror, I found him being loaded into a stranger's trailer who didn't even know him, let alone love him, like I did.
Running to the trailer, I felt like my legs straining to increase my speed, though it felt like my speed was that of a sloth. I reached the trailer just as a man slammed the metal door closed, causing Raphael to shriek in fear.
"No! You can't take him!" I cried, tears starting to run down my face. I was able to grab the trailer door before the truck pulled away, but the latch on the door seemed to be stuck in place - no matter how hard I pulled on it.
The same man who had closed the trailer door came up behind me and lifted me off the back of the trailer with ease, as if I was just a piece of dead bark off an old tree. My hands slipped off the metal, even though I felt like I was using every muscle in my body to hold on. I felt my feet gently touch the ground, and the man's grip around me disappeared, along with the trailer, hauling my precious friend farther down the road and out of sight.
All of my strength seemed to vanish, and the only thing I could do was cry. I looked at Jim, my face red with anger but soaked from free-falling tears, and trying not to scream, I raised my voice at him, "Why did you do that?! You knew I loved him! You sold him! You knew I wanted him! You knew!"
As if by some unseen power, my torso launched into an upright position in my bed, nearly scaring me out of my wits. I was breathing heavy, and I felt water on my face. I brought a shaky hand to my cheek, and realized I had been crying in my sleep.
I let out an enormous sigh of relief, and let myself drop back into my bed and under the covers. But I couldn't sleep. Not after a dream like that, anyway. I stayed awake for a long time, thinking about how thankful I was that it was just a dream, and praying for it to never become a reality.
"God, please don't let that ever happen. I don't know what I'd do without him... He's my best friend."