AN: Just wanted to say that this is a 1st draft so there is bound to be errors (Grammar/Spelling.... etc). But please enjoy and I will do my best to update as soon as I can.

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Gwendolyn Ivy ran out of her apartment in tears and just started running, not really having a purpose, just needing to get as far as she could away from Him. The one who did not understand her for who she was and the one that she never wanted to see ever again.  People stopped to stare at the beautiful young girl, in evening dress, who was sprinting down the streets, not caring that she was going to ruin a perfectly good pair of heels. This is who she did not want to be. She was tired of having to dress up to make him notice who she was. She just needed to be free, away from this curse, this stain on her life that she found that she really did hate, and really truly did dislike. She did not like rules and the specific people that he did not allow her to contact and see. She began to see what life he had chosen for her and knew that she had to get herself out of that.  She remembered that her parents had sold her horse, from when she was younger, to a farm just out of town. She changed course, sprinting towards the farm, that she had passed, but did not have any nerve to go up the drive. She reached the end of the drive, and just stood there, finally stopping and leaning against the sign post that read “Green Meadow Acers”. She looked up at it before looking down the lane, walking slowly down it.  She reached a barn and looked at it, not sure what to do next. She must look like a fool. She had no idea who these people were, and if her horse was still here. She let out a low pitched whistle, and a white mare stuck her head out of her stall and looked over at Gwendolyn, who recognized the horse immediately. But she did not have the nerve to go over and say hello. What if the horse hated her for what had happened to them? A young man walked out and looked over, jumping in shock as he saw her.

“Miss, what are you doing here? This is private property.”

Gwendolyn turned flushing bright red; this not being something that she would normally do, or be allowed to do. She was acting totally acting instinctively.

“I apologize, sir. I shall be leaving now. I am sorry for the inconvenience that I have caused.”

She turned, with a soft curtsy and started walking back, sadly down the lane. Snow White, the white mare, whinnied sadly, watching her go, and the young man looked at her receding back, and her dress, and over to the mare, and everything finally sunk in. She had arrived. He did not expect her to ever show up. The man and woman, who had brought the beautiful white horse, had said that when the time came, a young woman, with a soft complexion and long brown soft locks, most likely not looking like the type of girl that would be a horse woman, would show up, and the mare would react in this way. The young man had been told of this tale, but no one ever believed that she would actually show up. And here she was. The man and woman had told them that they only needed to temporary board the horse with them, as a reminder to their daughter, who had been lost from them, that they did still love her and that Snow White would be there to bring her back home. The young man knew that he had to stop the woman from leaving. He looked at her receding back, now far down the lane, and ran into the barn, and grabbed the white mare’s halter, hoping that she was gentle enough to handle on his own. He walked into the stall with her, and quickly haltered her, tying her lead rope into a make shift bridle, and quickly jumped on her back. She responded to the lightest pressure and she started galloping down the lane, the young man holding onto her mane, and moving with her. The young woman stopped and turned amazed to see the mare running towards her. The young man, Brom was his name, softly pulled her to a stop and slid off and just let the mare go, and slowly she walked towards the woman who she loved, whinnying softly. The woman reached out a hand, and held it out, and the mare pushed into her hand, and before Brom knew it, the woman was hugging the mare as if there was nothing else around her, kissing her over and over again.

By this time, Thomas and Nancy, the owners of the ranch and Brom’s mother and father, had noticed what their son had done, and they both ran out, in time to see him gallop past on the horse that no one was allowed to ride. The horse that was the mad horse that they only kept as the man and woman, who had asked them to watch her, were so kind and they could see that this meant a lot to them, which was the only reason that they had let them board her here. The snow white horse, who never cared, was allowing their son to ride her. They ran out into the lane and looked down to see a fair madden wrapping her arms around the mare’s neck and kissing her, over and over again. Thomas ran down the lane, careful not to startle the mare, who was standing so calmly, with her neck wrapped around this young woman, now caressing the mare, with such love and care. Gwendolyn looked up, amazed to see others there.

“I really am sorry for my intrusion. You can have her back now. I see that she is in good hands.”

She turned to the mare.

“Snow White, you behave yourself, you hear me. You be the horse that I know you are.”

She turned to the boy, and untied the rope, that was her reins, and handed it to him, silently, tears falling down her cheeks and turned and continued her walk down the lane. Snow White called after her, but Gwendolyn did not let herself stop. Nancy was now standing next to her husband and son, and the horse that everyone thought was untamable, who was now standing as calm as any other ridding horse, with Snow White’s paperwork in her hands. She spoke up softly.

“I presume, you are Miss Gwendolyn Ivy Murphy?”

Gwendolyn stopped dead in her tracks. How did this woman have her name? She turned slowly, her curls moving as she did so. She faced the woman, feeling totally out of place in her dress.

“And what if I am?”

“I have a letter for you.”

Gwendolyn started walking back slowly. Brom was amazed by her beauty. Gwendolyn, at 25, looked surprisingly young. She could have easily passed for 18. Her soft brown curls added to her beauty, and she was in a soft pink evening gown that wrapped around her shoulders, moving as she walked, and was wearing beautiful heals, that only added to her height of six two. And she moved with a grace that could have only been a natural instinct for someone of such height. Snow White pulled at her lead rope, and Brom had to fight to keep her by his side, as Gwendolyn walked back up to the group of people now watching her. Nancy held up a sealed envelope which she took in gloved hands, opening it slowly. Inside was a folded slip of paper. Sliding it out, Gwendolyn unfolded it and began to read.

Our dearest Gwendolyn,

Now that you are reading this, you know that we never gave up hope and wanted you to know that we have kept your dear sweet Snow White safe for you, and she is always near you, no matter what happens. Seeing that you are reading this, you have managed to get away from Reed, and are probably unsure about what to do. We have arranged some things for you, you can stay with the Nolans, I assure you that they are who they seem and not at all like that man who we all warned you about. We always love you and Snow White does as well. She was and will always be yours.

You’re loving parents,

Naomi and Peter Murphy

Gwendolyn looked up with tears in her eyes.

“So, she really belongs to me then? Reed told me that my parents told him to tell me that they sold her.”

 Nancy smiled softly.

“No sale, at all dear. Peter Murphy told us that we were only to keep her till we knew the time was right, and when you showed up. They seemed to have faith in you, dear.”

Gwendolyn looked over at her with a kind smile.

"I do thank you for keeping her safe, and I am so glad that my parents found somewhere like this for her to be. I do thank you.”

She walked up to the mare, whinnied happily and Gwendolyn looked over at Brom.

“Kind sir, I will take her, if you do not mind."

Brom handed the lead rope to Gwendolyn, as Snow White pulled a bit, dancing in place as Gwendolyn moved closer.

“Of course, Miss Murphy, of course I don’t mind.”

Gwendolyn blushed, looking down, before looking over at Snow White, who calmed down immediately as her leader started murmuring quietly.

“That’s better, girl. No worries. I’m not going anywhere. I’ve got you again.”

Nancy cleared her throat quietly, to not disturb the mare, who had moved forward and standing with her head pressed into Gwendolyn’s chest.

“Dear, do you need a room? Do you wish to stay with us?"

Gwendolyn looked over, not really moving much, in fear of moving the mare in front of her.

“Are you sure that I won’t be imposing?”

Nancy took a step forward, keeping an eye on the mare before speaking up softly.

“Of course not dear. Come on now, we should get her back to the barn, looks like it is about to rain.”

She looked up at the sky, at the clouds that had been moving in. Gwendolyn bit her upper lip, and started walking slowly back towards the barn. Brom turned to his father, speaking up quietly.

“I’ve never seen that mare that calm and relaxed.”

His father nodded.

“Indeed, she seems like a totally different horse. Please go and make sure the guest room In the house has enough blankets and pillows. I can tell that she will need some care.”

Brom nodded and headed towards the house, and Thomas picked up his pace to catch up to Gwendolyn, who had stopped, and was hugging the mare, and shaking with what looked to be sobs. Thomas really wondered what had happened in her past to make her who she was today. Only time would tell on that one.

He cleared his throat softly and she reached up, wiping her eyes, kissing Snow White softly and turning around.

“Sorry, I didn’t realize that you were there. Where does she go, so I can put her back.”

Thomas gave her a soft smile.

“You’re beautiful mare goes in the fourth stall on the right. Her halter goes on the hook to the right of her door. You can’t miss it. Do you need any help?”

Gwendolyn shook her head.

“No, I don’t think so sir. I’ll give a call if I do need any help.”

She walked off slowly towards the barn, speaking softly to the horse. Thomas watched her walk off before heading over to the porch where his wife was waiting, watching the woman walk towards the barn as well. He wrapped an arm around her.

“That poor soul, I wonder what has happened to her.”

Nancy looked up at her husband, smiling sadly.

“I know, love. I wonder that too, but I’ve seen this before. We can’t make her talk. When she feels comfortable, she’ll talk.”

Nancy nodded and looked up as she heard a soft voice coming from the barn.

“You be a good girl. I’ve found you again. You have a good night, won’t you girl? Love you, Snowy.”

They heard the stall door close and the sounds of footsteps coming towards the front of the barn. Gwendolyn emerged, rubbing her arms, as the air had gotten a bit nippy and looked over, noticing Thomas and Nancy standing on the porch, and gave them a small smile as she walked up towards the house.

“Thank you so much for keeping her for me. That really means a lot to me.”

Nancy stepped forward, causing Gwendolyn to flinch back, slightly. Nancy noticed, and stepped back, not wanting to make her any more nervous.

“Oh, of course dear; would you like to come inside?”

Gwendolyn nodded softly.

“Yes Ma’am, I would.”

She walked up the steps and stood almost even with the two on the porch.

Thomas opened the door.

“Welcome, dear.”

The two women walked in ahead of Thomas and Gwendolyn looked around, as Brom emerged into the hallway.

“Miss, do you mind me if I show you you’re room?”

She nodded, and Brom led her to a room just off the main hall, with a soft looking twin mattress with a soft rose pink blanket, and a few pillows. Gwendolyn turned to Brom, smiling softly.

“I do thank you. I don’t mean to intrude on you and you’re family. I apologize.”

“Oh, miss, it is truly alright. I’ll leave you to get settled.

With that, he turned and walked out the door, before sticking his head back into the room.

“Miss would you like the door open or closed?”

“Oh, please close it sir. Thank you.”

Brom closed the door, and Gwendolyn moved to take off her shoes and lay down on the bed, sighing softly and falling into a fitful sleep.

Sleep came and went for her, tossing and turning, having never gotten a good night’s rest in a long time, with everything that had happened to her. Gwendolyn lay in her bed at the Nolans, trying to get up the courage to get up. She knew that she had to tell someone her story as no one, other than herself, really knew what he had done to her. Not that she wished to relive the memories, but for the sake of healing and trying to return to normal, she had to do this.

With a soft sigh, Gwendolyn rolled over, and sat up, rubbing her eyes. Moving over towards the edge of the bed, she sat up, letting out a small shriek when she realized that she wasn’t alone in her room.

 

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There you have it. I promice that I'll update soon! I know! I'm evil! Ending with a Cliffie! Sorry!! I'll write as fast as I can to get the next part written.