Fist were flying connecting with skin almost every swing. Braydon didn’t know that it would finally come to the day where his dad, James, lost the fight. The abuse had been going on all his life. His mother, Lanna, had refused to interfere after Braydon had to pry his dad’s hands off her throat. To soon be clinched around his next.

Braydon age 16 did a lot of working out in his high school weights class. He also did football, rodeo, and ranching. So if you could imagine he was a pretty good size guy at only 6′2″. He was the nicest guy ever, until he got mad. it was then like a monster had emerged and he had no control. Looker beyond belief with blonde hair and green eyes. At night he was a completely different person due to the trauma from his parent’s abuse. He had voices telling him he was worthless, and to kill himself.

One summer he was sent to a ranch of a known friend of his parent’s, the MacKeys. When he got there some of the MacKey’s friends where there. He came slidding in the door behind Tyler, and that when the one that that would change his life happened. Billy was there with his daughter Kim, who was same age as him, lived on the ranch as well. They all got introduced, and he noticed that Kim kept staring at him. Almost in a way of trying to figure him out, but a look that made him a little tense.

The first few days he was there it was the typical for the Mackey’s two sons, Tyler age 16 and Brandon age 15, to sleep in until noon. Not the like the average ranch up at break of dawn. Instead it was the mother, Kelly, who got up early everyday went around and fed animals, enjoyed the cool mornings on the back porch, and the quiet that would soon end when the boys got up. Braydon was use to being up at 5am so he tagged along with Kelly and helped with the early morning chores.

He noticed that every morning about 5:30am Kim would be out training her horse in the arena until about 6am when she would take off up the hill. It seemed to almost be her escape, but he didn’t know what from. He knew the feeling of taking off on a horse. The wind blowing threw your hair, the power of your horse taking off up the hill like its nothing, the sun beating down on you but barely touching you, and the feeling of freedom. They didn’t talk much, but he knew she was hiding something pretty bad to keep her stand-offish.