Colton got onto the bull. The bull seemed fairly calm so far for having a human mount him, and for being locked in a pen.
Forgive me for my descriptions…I’m sure an actual rodeo fan would kill me for the technical details I’m missing, but I did my best to pay attention to the rodeo, but like I said I was not only a complete beginner, but also my mind and my body were so focused on Colton that it was hard to see what was going on around him…not that focusing on the rodeo rider during a rodeo is a bad thing…but, you know, you should also be paying attention to the bull and all that…
Colton looked…hot. Simply hot.
Colton had a way of sitting on that bull that made it look easy. He had a way of moving his body fluidly along with the bull. It was strange, observing him, to see how gracefully his body moved, meanwhile being encased in very stiff clothing made out of leather and denim. His blue jeans, for instance, must have been some kind of special cowboy brand, since they were perhaps twice as thick and twice as stiff as the normal jeans. But because of the way his chaps were positioned, I could still get a great view of his ass, which looked even tighter, even plumper, even more muscular than when I had seen him outside of the rodeo arena…I would have to ask him about those blue jeans…
Of course, asking him about the blue jeans meant that I would see him again, and I wasn’t imagining just any old interaction, but an intimate one…
Even though he had left me at the hotel…abandoned me like any other fan, I knew that I had to have him again…and I had no doubt that he wanted me too…I didn’t know how I knew, but something had completely overcome me…Colton was now, now that I saw him, at least, a complete obsession.
My vision became like a tunnel, and the periphery completely faded out. I was no longer aware at all of the crowd or where I sat on the bleachers.
Something must have happened…some announcement…the next thing I knew an assistant, also dressed in cowboy gear, ran up and jabbed the bull with a long stick. It was possible that it was an electrical prod, but I couldn’t be sure. I thought I had remembered something
Colton rode it like the pro that he was.
He looked incredibly hot. He looked like he was having the time of his life.
When the bull finally bucked him off, the smile was still glued to Colton’s face.
Colton went flying through the air. But even as he did, he looked absolutely graceful. He reminded me of a ballerina. He was spectacular, twisting his body around in such a way that he just barely missed the horns of the bull…the horns were swishing viciously through the air, their pointed ends trying desperately to pierce Colton, the bull’s tormentor.
Colton landed on his feet. It was miraculous…I wasn’t sure, but I was pretty sure that the bull riders didn’t normally land like that…totally intact and standing tall in their cowboy boots.
Colton beamed at the crowd.
The bull was looking angrier than ever, even now that it had finally gotten Colton off its back.
Colton took his hat off and waved at the crowd.
I was so focused on him, that somehow that focus must have communicated itself to Colton. I imagined I must have looked quite singular, that I must have stood out quite a bit, sitting in the crowd, focused only on Colton…or else it was something else altogether. Maybe it had to do with that feeling that he and I were meant to be together, no matter what…
Whatever the cause, we locked eyes…
Colton stared into my eyes, and it felt like he was seeing deep down into my soul. My body felt completely bare before his gaze. At the same time, I felt like I could see into him in a way that I couldn’t before….I saw all the troubles he was going through…it was almost something like a telepathic connection, without all the magical mumbo jumbo…this was just the power of two souls connecting, the power of love…
I knew in that instant that Colton really was the man for me. And I could see it in him…he knew then and there that I was who he wanted, more than anyone else. For both of us, there wasn’t anyone else that could do that job. And we knew this without even talking about it, without discussing it, without even uttering a single word.
It was then that I knew I wanted to be with Colton forever.
I really didn’t know much about him.
I would learn later that there were things…things about his personality that should have given me pause. His desire, for instance, to pursue his own fame without regard for anything else or anyone in his life…well, that might have become a problem later on…but there was no way I could have known it at that moment. Although, I later kicked myself for not realizing that every bad boy sports hero is practically the same. It’s something inseparable from their personality. It’s what helped make them who they are…
Colton’s eyes were locked on mine…
He wasn’t paying attention.
For that brief moment, he let his love life, or his future love life, interfere with his career.
The bull was shaking with rage.
It ran at Colton, who was just starting at me…
With a whoosh, the sound of the crowd came back into my senses. It was if my ears had suddenly opened up.
The crowd was roaring…not with delight, not with applause, but with fear.
People were holding their faces. Women and children were screaming. Men were groaning with anticipation with what they knew was about to happen.
I realized it before Colton.
I tried to frantically move my arms, my whole body, to let him know what was about to happen.
He kept staring at me.
Finally, he caught on. He understood I was indicating danger.
“Watch out, Colton, watch out…the bull,” the announcer was saying through the megaphone.
But it was too late.
By the time Colton looked over, the bull’s horn was less than an inch from him.
It pierced Colton right in the stomach.
The horn was all the way into him, more than a few inches…worse than the wound from a long knife.
The horn was stuck all the way into his soft flesh. I couldn’t believe my eyes, the sight was simply horrifying to behold. I questioned my own sanity because I knew that this image brought to my brain from my eyes was impossible, nonsensical, unfathomable, incredulous, preposterous.
I pinched myself to make sure I wasn’t dreaming. When I finally had to face the reality that what I was seeing was true, I took a deep breath and focused on the scene unfolding in the arena below me.
The bull’s horn had punctured his flesh right in the center of his abdomen. The blood had already started to ooze out, and seemed to look strangely beautiful. It shone and glistened in the afternoon sun. For a split second, I thought how peculiar that the day was so pretty when my life was collapsing around me.
There was a lot of blood now, gushing from the puncture wound to pool in puddles on the dusty arena floor.
Time seemed to stand still. What was probably only a couple of seconds seemed like eternity to me. I had just fallen in love with Colton, and now I didn’t know what would happen.
What happened next shocked and horrified me.
The bull, enraged, reared its massive head toward the blue sky.
The bull used its massive head to move Colton’s body.
The bull lifted up Colton’s body, which was pierced on its one horn.
The horn ripped through Colton’s flesh in a sideways motion.
I was horrified as Colton’s blood continued to flow freely, increasing the flow until it was completely pouring out of him.
His guts started to pour out…his actual intestines were pushing out of his body.
The bull roared and snorted….
People were rushing into the ring. They had stun guns and nets…they were supposed to be controlling the bull…they were supposed to be stopping it.
I was crying, as I got up and rushed down through the crowd of people, down the bleachers. My only thought was to get to Colton…no matter what.<
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Colton flew high through the air as he was finally released from the bull’s horns…
He fell onto the dusty dirt with a huge thump….
His cowboy hat lay in the dirt, completely trampled and squashed by the bull’s heavy hooves.
Colton lay there, his guts and blood streaming out of him….
He didn’t move an inch…
The smile was still plastered to his face, but there was also a look underneath it of pure terror.
“You can’t go in there, lady,” said a security guard, who was holding me back. I had run smack into two or three big burly security guards who were wearing black security jackets.
“I don’t care,” I cried. “I’m in love with him. I’m in love with Colton. And he’s dying.”
“Lady, I think every woman in the arena is in love with him. Sorry, but that doesn’t give you any special privileges.”
“But we’ve already slept together,” I cried, somewhat unaware of what I was saying. I was desperate for anything that would work, anything that would let me get closer to Colton.
The security guards exchanged a look and began to chuckle quietly. “I still don’t think that excludes many of the women in the arena,” said one of them.
“Assholes,” I yelled, and pushed myself forward again.
I don’t know where I had gotten the strength, but…it was like one of those situations where a mother is able to summon incredible strength to lift a car up off her toddler…it was just like that. My adrenaline was pumping insanely. My heart was beating furiously, beyond furiously.
Somehow I pushed so hard that I knocked one of the guards clean over. He was big and burly too…he must have weighed close to 350 pounds.
The other guard grabbed me, trying to hold on to me.
But my strength was too much for him. It was the strength of love. It was the strength of fury and intense anxiety….Colton couldn’t die. I wouldn’t let him. I would save him myself. At least that’s what I was thinking at the moment….no matter how delusional the thoughts were….that’s how powerful that look we had exchanged had been…I knew he was the man for me. I knew we were meant to be together, and now he had been ripped away from me cruelly, by some idiotic bull, by participating in some idiotic brutal sport….
I ran past the security guard. His grip was nothing against my new strength, a strength born out of love and anxiety.
I wasn’t even aware of the other people in the crowd. I might have knocked them over. I might have just rushed through them, through the crowd. I didn’t know what was happening, but a second later I was climbing the fence to the rodeo arena.
I was over it in a second.
Colton was still lying on the ground. The medical staff had rushed into the arena, and were leaning over him…the smile was still on his face, but the blood was still gushing out, despite the pressure they were applying to his abdomen with their hands. There were two medical staff, and their hands were already soaked with Colton’s blood. At least his guts had stopped pouring out of him…now they were just hanging, looking sickly and alien against the backdrop of his impressive leather cowboy gear.
The bull was still angry. A team of four men had surrounded it, holding their cattle prods with sedation drugs loaded. They looked like professionals, in their movements and confidence. They didn’t take their eyes off the bull for a moment.
But the bull was still enraged…enraged that a measly human, a cowboy all in leather, had dared to ride him for so long.
He was huffing and puffing and pacing and scratch his hoofs against the dirt.
“You can’t be out here, lady,” called one of the bull handlers to me.
“I don’t care,” I yelled back.
To get to Colton, I would have to rush past the bull.
I saw his hat lying there, totally crushed, trampled. I picked it up. I put it on my head. I must have looked like a lunatic. I didn’t care at all though in that moment.
The dust and dirt fell from the hat down across my body.
I dashed right towards Colton in a full out sprint.
The bull was raging, roaring.
It saw me. Apparently Colton’s hat reminded it of Colton, of the rider who had dared to stay on the bull for so long.
“Watch out,” cried the bull handlers.
The bull had broken free.
At the last moment, one of the bull handlers managed to stab the bull in the rear flank with a long cattle prod device, releasing strong sedative drugs into it.
But the bull was still roaring and angry, sprinting after me.
It was faster than me, far faster. No matter how much adrenaline I had pumping in me, the bull would always outrun me.
“It shouldn’t still be on four legs,” yelled one of the bull handlers. “I gave it 1000 cc’s.”
“It’s still running,” shouted another.
“Look out, lady!” cried another one.
“What an idiot,” I heard someone else yelling.
I ran over to Colton.
The bull was inches behind me. I could feel its breath against the back of my hair.
“Colton!” I cried out. “Colton! Are you ok?”
“He can’t hear you. He’s unconscious,” said one of the medical attendants, unaware of the bull right behind me.
The bull was chasing me.
It ran right over us, its powerful hoof landing right on Colton’s chest.
“Oh my God!” I cried.
It was my fault…my fault that the bull had escaped once again and now hurt Colton more than he was already hurt…
The last thing I remembered was Colton’s’ face…he momentarily woke up as the bull trampled his chest…he looked me right in the eye…a look of confusion…but I could tell he was happy to see me.
I was too overwhelmed…
I passed out, and didn’t know any more.
15. COLTON
Colton woke up in the hospital, hurting terribly.
“So the champion is awake,” said the doctor, looking away from his clipboard for a moment.
“What the hell happened?” said Colton, wincing with the pain. He tried to move a little in the bed, but he could barely move his head more than an inch without feeling an excruciating pain. His chest hurt. It felt like he had been run over by a tractor-trailer. His guts ached with an intense pain…his stomach was twisted completely into knots.
“You had an accident while riding a bull, as I understand it,” said the doctor. “A completely idiotic activity, if you ask me…”
“How did I do though?”
“What do you mean? You’re still alive, if that’s what your wondering. You wouldn’t believe how many patients come in and ask if they’re alive. I mean, what do they think, that this is what heaven looks like? A barren hospital room?”
“You never know,” said Colton, speaking slowly, even though he was trying to make a joke. For some reason, his whole face hurt, including his jaw, even when he moved it just a fraction of an inch in order to try to get some words out. “But what I meant was how did I do in the match? Did I win?”
The doctor laughed, a scoffing laugh. “It’s amazing…you sports guys and race car drivers are all alike…the injured are all just fun and games until you wind up paraplegic, believe me.”
“Am I still in first?” said Colton.
“Yes,” said the doctor, in an exasperated voice. “From what I understand, you did spectacularly well on the bull...until you fell off that is. You’re still ranked number 1 in the country, according to some of the nurses who happen to be big fans. I practically had to fight them off you…they wanted to give you sponge baths and all that…I told them that could wait until you woke up, at the very least.”
Colton grinned. Although just thinking about a sexy nurse giving him a sponge back made his body hurt in anticipation of the movements required for that type of fun.
“Well, thanks anyway, Doc.”
“You got to get your head on straight,” said th
e doctor, giving Colton one final exasperated look before leaving the room, his white lab coat flapping behind him as he turned the corner into the hallway. His stethoscope flapped too, clanging against his laminated hospital ID card as he walked swiftly.
Colton lay there for a moment, trying to remember what had happened.
At first, nothing came back to him. Absolutely nothing…then he remembered it.
Well, he didn’t remember all the events. He couldn’t even remember the bull.
But he remembered a look that he had shared with…what was her name, Katy?
It was that sexy woman from the other night…the night he had fired his old manager had decided to change his career.
Colton was overcome with a strange feeling, a feeling that ran through his chest, around his solar plexus, his heart, and seemed to gush up through his head. It was the feeling of love…a feeling that Colton hadn’t actually felt since he was a young teenager in love for the first time.
Colton remembered how it had felt to look at Katy. Somehow his intuition had drawn his gaze towards her, alone in the crowd. Around her there had been countless young busty women with their shirts off, swinging their breast back and forth enticingly, but Colton had had eyes for her, for Katy.
Then he remembered…that’s how he had been gored by the bull. He had been so transfixed on Katy and on her face that he had lost all his normal awareness. He had stood frozen still like an idiot, just waiting for the angry bull to gore him.
“I heard you were awake,” said someone.
“It’s you!” said Colton, sitting up in bed a little, at the sight of Katy. “Ow, shit,” he said, wincing in pain. It felt like his whole body was on fire.
“It’s me…” said Katy, peering around the corner of the room’s entrance. “Do you want to see me? Can I come in?” She spoke timidly, as if she wasn’t sure what Colton thought of her.
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