Welcome to Dime Que Me Amas.

I know it’s a Spanish title, but this story begins in Spain. (Oh how silly of me. The Title means, “Tell Me You Love Me”. ;D) I hope the summary caught your interest and you decide to read the story all the way through. I have most of the ideas for this story in my head. I know just where I want this to go. Ok enough with my pointless ramblings…

WARNING: This story has the rating of R. That means that all of the ten year olds reading this need to turn back now. ;D This story contains adult situations that I think you should learn you’re your parents before you read about it online. Hehehe.

NOTE: Italics means that the quotation is said in Spanish. If the quotation is written out in Spanish there will be a translation at the end of each chapter. I apologize ahead of time if I miss the accents on the Spanish dialogue.

Our story starts here…

1800

Province of Castellón, España

A little boy of about five was playing near a stream in a grassy meadow about three miles way from the nearest pueblo. He was dressed in a shirt that was to big for him that had mud on the sleeves and a pair of pants that had a hole in the right knee and were rolled up at the ankles. He giggled like toddlers do when a frog hopped way from his outstretched hands. He tried again to catch the small frog when he heard a cry. He turned his little head and his eyes opened in awe.

Four horses where making there was to the stream and at a very fast pace. The first was all black and even an untrained eye could see that he was a pure-bred stallion. He was all black except for a patch of white hair in the center of his chest and another patch on his nose.

The other three weren’t of the same quality but they were still beautiful creatures. The rider that was on top of the leading horse gave another cry of victory. The four riders seemed to be in a race and the black stallion was winning.

"Gitana! Gitana! That’s not fair! You’re cheating and you know it!! Gitana!" This time the yelling came from the second to last horse. A boy of about fifteen was desperately trying to catch up to the stallion but he wasn’t seceding. He was atop a brown horse that was built more for strength than speed.

The rider who he had been yelling at turned her head and gave a laugh and a wink to all three riders that were lagging. Then turned back around and nudged the horse’s sides and the animal speed forward.

The old cork-oak tree on the east side of the stream was the finish line for the race and the first rider was about 100 feet from winning. The rider turned her head again to get a better look at the others and to judge the distance they were way from the black stallion, when the horse reared up on its hind legs to stop from running over the little boy whose eyes were still wide open and glazed over with admiration.

The stallion’s rider hadn’t been looking in the direction of the little boy and when the horse reared she was thrown of its back and landed on the soft grass in a heap. The horse sensed that it had lost its rider so it stood still not wanting to hurt its owner if she happened to be under him.

The other three riders came to a stop about twenty feet away from the bank of the stream. All of them were boys between the ages of fourteen and sixteen. The boys made their way over to her, holding their breaths until there was some sign of movement. They all knew that death could be a result from a fall off a horse’s back.

“Maldígalo!” Was hissed from the ground. The girl had landed on her side and she was turning herself over to lie on her back. She groaned when she moved. Breaths were released and a hand shot out to help the girl up. And she took it. "Sevres you right for not looking where you were going, Gitana." Said one of the boys.

His name was Carlos and he was sixteen. He had tan skin and a well built body from working with his father since he was 10. His father was a ship builder and owned the only ship yard in the area. Not only did he have his father’s name but he also had his father’s looks. Tall, tan, and handsome. His eyes were a chocolate brown and his hair was a coal colored black.

“Cállete Carlos!” Said Gitana once she was off of the ground. She pushed at his well toned chest to get out of his grasp. The only way she could have done that was if Carlos had wanted to let go of her. He was almost six feet and still growing.

Gitana stepped away from the boys and went to check if her horse, Diablo, was okay.

The boy standing next to Carlos was the youngest of the three. His name was Javier and he was fourteen. He was quick to smile and joke around. "Lets be thankful that your ass is tough, eh, or Maria will know you taken a bad fall again." He said showing his teeth in a large grin.

"Cállete Javi! Don’t you know when to keep your mouth shut? Maria already took her sandal to my hide when she found out that I snuck out last fortnight. You want me to die this time?" The girl said as she inspected her horse. Only when she came around him did she see the little boy staring at them.

“Hola.” She said. "What are you doing here all alone?" She asked as she bent down to his level. His wide eyes followed her face until it was close to the same height as hers.

"Just playing… you were going really fast." He said to her then he stood up, the frog forgotten. "You beat those boys bad." He whispered in her ears as if he was afraid to be a traitor to his own gender. At his hushed words Gitana grinned down at him.

"What’s your name?" She said and she stood up. She had landed on her right side and her thigh and hip were now started to ache. She groaned inwardly, knowing that she’d have bruises there by supper time.

“Erwardo." he said. And then leaned over to look at the horse behind Gitana.

"Well Erwardo, it’s almost supper time and I bet your mama is worried about you. Why don’t we take you into el pueblo." She said as she looked into his dirt smudged face.

"What’s your name?" He asked her still looking at the stallion behind her. She smiled at his male trait, selective hearing.

"Gitana, and who you like to ride Diablo? He’s very gentle." At her words the little boy’s face lit up and he nodded furiously. Gitana laughed at his eagerness.

Translations:

Maldígalo Damn It

Cállete Shut Up