Not Your Typical Country Girl Chapter Thirty
I followed Tucker, Clay, and Isaiah to their seats. They were sitting close to the chutes but not too close. I took off my knee brace and attempted to put spurs on my combat boots. However, that did not work. I finally gave up after five minutes of trying to put them on. I put my chaps on and looked at the chutes. Isaiah was already heading that way, so I figured I should too.
"I am heading to the chutes," I said as I finished buckling my chaps.
"Alright, good luck sis," Clay said.
"We are praying for a safe ride," Tucker said.
"Uh thanks," I said as I looked at them oddly.
I made my way to the chutes. I was getting excited but nervous. The guys at this rodeo seemed buffer and bigger than the last one.
"We'll hello there pretty lady," some guy said as I got close to the chutes.
"Hi," I said as I looked passed him.
"Looking for a brother or boyfriend," he asked.
"Nope, I am scoping out my competition," I said smoothly.
"You are going to ride a bull tonight," the guy said.
"I believe that is what I just said," I said as I looked at him like he was stupid.
"Dang! Hot and tough," he said laughing.
"We'll yeah," I said jokingly.
"I am up, good luck tonight," he said.
"Thank you. You too," I said.
Well he seemed kind nice. Plus he was really cute. But he was probably too old for me. Oh well! He had a great ride; along with all the other boys who went before me. Now it was my turn to go.
I sat on this massive bull. The adrenaline starting going and I had not even got out the chute yet. I wrapped the rope around my hand but something felt off. But I just went with it anyways. I leaned back a little and nodded my head. I was out of the chute. This bull was spinning right one second and left the next. It was going crazy! This was the longest eight seconds of my life. But it didn't matter it was just me and the bull. I gripped the rope tighter but it felt funny. Something wasn't right with it. I heard the buzzer go off. I reached down with my other hand to try and get my hand out of the rope but it would come out. The bull kept spinning. I was starting to get dizzy. Before I realized what happened, my feet were dragging the dirt. My hand was caught and I was just hanging there as the bull went crazy. I could feel pain in my wrist and shoulder. I looked up at my hand as I wiggled my fingers. They were free; however, the rope had caught my wrist. The bull had ran around the whole arena. We were hearing straight for the chutes again. He turned and I was pinned in between the chutes and the bull. I felt something hit my knee. I was not too sure what it was though. I felt my hand come free as the bull pushed me up against the chutes. Harder this time. I fell to the ground as I heard a loud bang. The bull's hind legs had come up and kicked the door of the chute. I felt something against the side of my knee. It was the bully's legs. It had almost just landed on me. I was in so much pain. My ribs were killing me. Along with a bunch of other body parts. I scurried up the side of the chute as some of the boys pulled me over.
I laid on the ground as Isaiah came over to me.
"Harmony are you okay," he asked as he kneeled beside me.
"I am fine," I said lying, "go ride. Don't think about what just happened. Just ride!"
"Okay," he said as I sat up.
My head starting spinning a little bit but I manage to get up with some help of the boys around me. I stood up and drew a breath in. Only did I realize that it hurt to breathe. People were talking to me but I just kind of ignored them. I didn't feel like answering em' at all.
Isaiah had just got out the chute as I was walking away from the chutes. He had a clean and successful ride.
I felt sick to my stomach so, I hurried to the bathroom as Clay and Tucker were walking my way.
I got in the bathroom and was sick. I started throwing up. I was sweating in this non air condition bathroom. I pulled my hair up to try and relieve some of the hotness and for it not to get throw up in it. Pretty soon my stomach was empty and I was dry heaving. My ribs were killing me even more. This was the worst feeling ever.
"Harmony, are you okay," Clays voice echoed behind me.
"Getting there," I said.
I took some deep breath and focused on something other than dry heaving. I walked out of the bathroom stall once I was finished. I went to the sink and rinsed my mouth out.
"Are you hurt," he asked worried.
"Just my wrist. I have rope burn," I sated.
"You would tell me if any new injuries happened, wouldn't you," Clay asked.
"Of course," I said.
We walked out of the bathroom where Tucker and Isaiah were standing guard. Tucker was holding my brace, crutches, and spurs. They both looked at me with wide eyes and not saying anything. I stood there and took of my chaps. I put my brace back on and took some weight off it.
"You okay," Tucker asked.
"I'll be fine," I said, "thank you!"
"Are you sure? From where I was, it look like the bull stepped on you," Isaiah said.
"Thankfully he missed me by less then inch. He touched me but he didn't step on me," I said.
"Isaiah, do you still have the first aide kit in your truck," Clay asked.
"I sure do," he said.
"Okay, mind if we use some of it on Harmony's wrist," he asked.
"No, there is no need for that," I stated, "just some rope burn!"
"You don't need an infection. Plus, I told mom I would take care of you," Clay said.
"We all have to take care of you," Tucker added as I rolled my eyes.
"So, come on," Clay demanded.
I followed behind Clay as Tucker and Isaiah went back to our seats.
"I cannot wait for my ribs and knee to heal," I said.
"I bet! If that was me I would be complaining a lot more than you," he said laughing.
"Well I am doing my best no to," I said.
"I can tell," he said, "what did you think of tonight's ride?"
"Umm, it stunk. I couldn't have done any worse," I stated.
"Really? The judges didn't think so," he said.
"What do you mean," I asked confused.
"You placed third tonight," Clay said.
"Wow, they must be blind," I said laughing.
"No, it was a really good ride. Not you best but it was decent," he said, "it was a good ride up until your wrist got caught!"
"Well that is great," I said in relief.
"Yeah! You're all finished," Clay said as he tucked the gauze in to make it stay.
"Man, you weren't kidding when you said you would look after me," I said laughing.
"Hey, I can't have my little sister getting hurt anymore," he said smiling.
"If only I was born into this family," I whispered.
"What was that," he asked as he cleaned up.
"Nothing," I said, "we better get back and watch the rest of the rodeo!"
"Okay let's go," he said.
The next morning I woke up so sore. I could tell it was late morning. There wasn't the normal breakfast smell coming in underneath my door as Abigail cooked. I looked towards the windows and a ray of sunshine was coming in. I slowly got up and looked at my wrist. It looked pretty nasty since it had dried blood and bruises all over it.
I opened my curtains and looked out. Sam was out there practicing with Abigail. Sam was going pretty fast around the barrels and then she knocked one over. I walked away from the window and made my way down stairs to the kitchen. I poured some sweet tea in a glass and grabbed a few icepacks. Next, I grabbed some dishcloths so my pajamas wouldn't get wet as they thawed out. I flopped down on the couch and placed an nice pack on my knee, ribs, and shoulder.
"Oh good! You are up," Abigail chirped as she came into the living room.
"Sadly," I said.
"I can imagine you are pretty sore," she said.
"Unfortunately," I said.
"Are you okay? The boys told me all about it at breakfast this morning," she said.
"I am fine." I groaned as she patted my head.
"Well, I am going to go fix lunch! Sam is stay for lunch today" she said as her voice faded.
"Does that mean I need to clean up," I yelled.
"Yes please," Abigail's voice came from the kitchen.
I groaned as I got up and went to get ready. I could have laid on that couch forever!
I followed Tucker, Clay, and Isaiah to their seats. They were sitting close to the chutes but not too close. I took off my knee brace and attempted to put spurs on my combat boots. However, that did not work. I finally gave up after five minutes of trying to put them on. I put my chaps on and looked at the chutes. Isaiah was already heading that way, so I figured I should too.
"I am heading to the chutes," I said as I finished buckling my chaps.
"Alright, good luck sis," Clay said.
"We are praying for a safe ride," Tucker said.
"Uh thanks," I said as I looked at them oddly.
I made my way to the chutes. I was getting excited but nervous. The guys at this rodeo seemed buffer and bigger than the last one.
"We'll hello there pretty lady," some guy said as I got close to the chutes.
"Hi," I said as I looked passed him.
"Looking for a brother or boyfriend," he asked.
"Nope, I am scoping out my competition," I said smoothly.
"You are going to ride a bull tonight," the guy said.
"I believe that is what I just said," I said as I looked at him like he was stupid.
"Dang! Hot and tough," he said laughing.
"We'll yeah," I said jokingly.
"I am up, good luck tonight," he said.
"Thank you. You too," I said.
Well he seemed kind nice. Plus he was really cute. But he was probably too old for me. Oh well! He had a great ride; along with all the other boys who went before me. Now it was my turn to go.
I sat on this massive bull. The adrenaline starting going and I had not even got out the chute yet. I wrapped the rope around my hand but something felt off. But I just went with it anyways. I leaned back a little and nodded my head. I was out of the chute. This bull was spinning right one second and left the next. It was going crazy! This was the longest eight seconds of my life. But it didn't matter it was just me and the bull. I gripped the rope tighter but it felt funny. Something wasn't right with it. I heard the buzzer go off. I reached down with my other hand to try and get my hand out of the rope but it would come out. The bull kept spinning. I was starting to get dizzy. Before I realized what happened, my feet were dragging the dirt. My hand was caught and I was just hanging there as the bull went crazy. I could feel pain in my wrist and shoulder. I looked up at my hand as I wiggled my fingers. They were free; however, the rope had caught my wrist. The bull had ran around the whole arena. We were hearing straight for the chutes again. He turned and I was pinned in between the chutes and the bull. I felt something hit my knee. I was not too sure what it was though. I felt my hand come free as the bull pushed me up against the chutes. Harder this time. I fell to the ground as I heard a loud bang. The bull's hind legs had come up and kicked the door of the chute. I felt something against the side of my knee. It was the bully's legs. It had almost just landed on me. I was in so much pain. My ribs were killing me. Along with a bunch of other body parts. I scurried up the side of the chute as some of the boys pulled me over.
I laid on the ground as Isaiah came over to me.
"Harmony are you okay," he asked as he kneeled beside me.
"I am fine," I said lying, "go ride. Don't think about what just happened. Just ride!"
"Okay," he said as I sat up.
My head starting spinning a little bit but I manage to get up with some help of the boys around me. I stood up and drew a breath in. Only did I realize that it hurt to breathe. People were talking to me but I just kind of ignored them. I didn't feel like answering em' at all.
Isaiah had just got out the chute as I was walking away from the chutes. He had a clean and successful ride.
I felt sick to my stomach so, I hurried to the bathroom as Clay and Tucker were walking my way.
I got in the bathroom and was sick. I started throwing up. I was sweating in this non air condition bathroom. I pulled my hair up to try and relieve some of the hotness and for it not to get throw up in it. Pretty soon my stomach was empty and I was dry heaving. My ribs were killing me even more. This was the worst feeling ever.
"Harmony, are you okay," Clays voice echoed behind me.
"Getting there," I said.
I took some deep breath and focused on something other than dry heaving. I walked out of the bathroom stall once I was finished. I went to the sink and rinsed my mouth out.
"Are you hurt," he asked worried.
"Just my wrist. I have rope burn," I sated.
"You would tell me if any new injuries happened, wouldn't you," Clay asked.
"Of course," I said.
We walked out of the bathroom where Tucker and Isaiah were standing guard. Tucker was holding my brace, crutches, and spurs. They both looked at me with wide eyes and not saying anything. I stood there and took of my chaps. I put my brace back on and took some weight off it.
"You okay," Tucker asked.
"I'll be fine," I said, "thank you!"
"Are you sure? From where I was, it look like the bull stepped on you," Isaiah said.
"Thankfully he missed me by less then inch. He touched me but he didn't step on me," I said.
"Isaiah, do you still have the first aide kit in your truck," Clay asked.
"I sure do," he said.
"Okay, mind if we use some of it on Harmony's wrist," he asked.
"No, there is no need for that," I stated, "just some rope burn!"
"You don't need an infection. Plus, I told mom I would take care of you," Clay said.
"We all have to take care of you," Tucker added as I rolled my eyes.
"So, come on," Clay demanded.
I followed behind Clay as Tucker and Isaiah went back to our seats.
"I cannot wait for my ribs and knee to heal," I said.
"I bet! If that was me I would be complaining a lot more than you," he said laughing.
"Well I am doing my best no to," I said.
"I can tell," he said, "what did you think of tonight's ride?"
"Umm, it stunk. I couldn't have done any worse," I stated.
"Really? The judges didn't think so," he said.
"What do you mean," I asked confused.
"You placed third tonight," Clay said.
"Wow, they must be blind," I said laughing.
"No, it was a really good ride. Not you best but it was decent," he said, "it was a good ride up until your wrist got caught!"
"Well that is great," I said in relief.
"Yeah! You're all finished," Clay said as he tucked the gauze in to make it stay.
"Man, you weren't kidding when you said you would look after me," I said laughing.
"Hey, I can't have my little sister getting hurt anymore," he said smiling.
"If only I was born into this family," I whispered.
"What was that," he asked as he cleaned up.
"Nothing," I said, "we better get back and watch the rest of the rodeo!"
"Okay let's go," he said.
The next morning I woke up so sore. I could tell it was late morning. There wasn't the normal breakfast smell coming in underneath my door as Abigail cooked. I looked towards the windows and a ray of sunshine was coming in. I slowly got up and looked at my wrist. It looked pretty nasty since it had dried blood and bruises all over it.
I opened my curtains and looked out. Sam was out there practicing with Abigail. Sam was going pretty fast around the barrels and then she knocked one over. I walked away from the window and made my way down stairs to the kitchen. I poured some sweet tea in a glass and grabbed a few icepacks. Next, I grabbed some dishcloths so my pajamas wouldn't get wet as they thawed out. I flopped down on the couch and placed an nice pack on my knee, ribs, and shoulder.
"Oh good! You are up," Abigail chirped as she came into the living room.
"Sadly," I said.
"I can imagine you are pretty sore," she said.
"Unfortunately," I said.
"Are you okay? The boys told me all about it at breakfast this morning," she said.
"I am fine." I groaned as she patted my head.
"Well, I am going to go fix lunch! Sam is stay for lunch today" she said as her voice faded.
"Does that mean I need to clean up," I yelled.
"Yes please," Abigail's voice came from the kitchen.
I groaned as I got up and went to get ready. I could have laid on that couch forever!
