Chapter 8 Part 1


It was the day after Michael saved the stallion’s life by showing him that humans are nothing to fear. But Fury’s taming did come with repercussions though. Mike is the absolute only one that can ride Fury. The only way someone else can ride him is if Mike is also on his back. And also, Fury dosen’t like having a saddle on him, so Mike always rides him bareback.



“I gotta hand it to you Mike, I did not expect you to become such a good rider!”
“Aw, Jack you don’t have to give me all the credit. Fury knows and trusts me. Don’t you boy?”

Mike hugs Fury's neck proudly.

“I was right; you truly were born to ride that horse.”


Sometimes, Jack lets the girls have sleepovers at his house right next to the stables and today he obviously said yes. That night, Karilla, Jennifer, and Marissa change into their pajamas and stay up at night gossiping about celebrities, reality TV shows and of course, good-looking men. And inevitably, Mike comes up in the conversation.

“Karilla, if you like him so much, why don’t you ask him out?”
“No!!!”
“Why not?!”
“What if he says no? I’ll be heartbroken!”
“You’ll never know unless you ask him, in fact I think he’s outside with Fury.................let’s look at him!!!”



Marissa and Karilla shove past each other in order to look out the window and spy on Mike bonding with his new equine friend, Fury.

“Hey! Quit shoving!!!”



“Oh. My. Gawd. They are so cute together. And HOLY CHRIST!! Is he...SHIRTLESS!?! This is something right out of a romance novel!!!”





Karilla then walks away from the window, throws a simple outfit on and grabs her iPod.

“Karilla? Where are you going? Its almost 9:00!”
“I’ll be right back.”


Looking at Mike hugging Fury’s neck while shirtless had sealed the deal for her. This is the man that Karilla has been looking for. Not only insanely good looking, but also loves horses. She commands her iPod to play a song that is absolutley perfect for this moment in her life.

Spare a little candle, save some light for me
Figures of the hand, moving in the trees
White skin, in linen. Perfume on my wrist.
And the full moon that hangs over
These dreams in the mist.......



Darkness on the edge, shadows where I stand
I search for the time on a watch with no hands.
I want to see you clearly, come closer than this...



But all I remember


are the dreams in the mist.....



(“Good boy, Fury!”)
These dreams go on when I close my eyes
Every second of the night, I live another life
These dreams that sleep when It’s cold outside
Every moment I’m awake, the further I’m away...




“Uh...Hey Karilla!”
“Hi Mike!”
“God, it sure is a pretty night!”
“It sure is...Mike can I ask you something?”
“Shoot.”
“Mike....I don’t even know how to begin, but....From the time I first saw you, I was just captivated by...you. Something inside me told me that you were special. I saw that underneath that brooding, tough guy exterior was a beautiful man both inside and outside....I’m gonna be blunt with you Mike. I love you. Do you think we should go out sometime...”

Is it cloak an dagger could it be spring or fall?
I walked without a cut through a stained glass wall
Wrinkle in my eyesight, a candle in my grip
And the words that have no fall....
Are falling from my lips....

These dreams go on when I close my eyes
Every second of the night, I live another life
These dreams that sleep when its cold outside
Every moment I’m awake, the further I’m away.

There’s something out there, I can’t resist.




Mike is taken aback at Karilla’s proposition, but soon enough he regains his composure.

“Karilla...I.....No one has ever asked me out on a real date since God knows how long. For the longest time, girls just viewed me as a brooding, handsome sex symbol and that’s all....but somehow, you see as something more than that. Not only you, but working here has made me learn so much more about myself....

It’s a date, Karilla! Is Thursday good?”
“Any day is good, baby....”

The sweetest song is silence that I ever heard.
Funny how in dreams your feet never touch the earth
In a world, full of princes...freedom is a kiss.
But the Prince hides his face from the dreams in the mist....

These dreams go on when I close my eyes
Every second of the night, I live another life
These dreams that sleep when its cold outside
Every moment I’m awake, the further I’m away.