The Bad Boy And The Mermaid

Hunter

When I informed Blue that I was taking her back to her home, she was excited and sat right up on the bed, rubbing her eyes. She was ready to go. Leslie continued to bark as if he has a premonition that Blue wasn’t coming back home once she left.

Stupid dog. He got attached to every person that walked into the house but Blue was the first that he’d taken a liking to in such a short time.

She smiled at him lovingly and ruffled his ears. “He loves you a lot.”

I nodded. “Yeah, I can see that.”

She shook her head. “I can feel it, and Les told me that himself. He loves you and cares for you, but he just wishes you didn’t date bitches.”

I stared at her incredulously. “What?”

“He said all the girls you dated before were lying bitches.”

I stared at Leslie, looking at me with gooey eyes, his pink tongue lolling out.

How could Blue be making some of these stuff up? And what the hell? She looked so innocent yet she said something like this without even batting an eye.

“Leslie’s a dog. He can’t speak!” I said, I couldn’t keep the frustration off my voice.

“But he speaks to me.” Blue said defensively.

“Huh?” I folded my arms across my chest. “Okay. Prove it to me then. Tell him to tell you something that you don’t know.”

Blue touched him, and the way Leslie was looking at her was suspicious. She then looked back at me and said. “He told me you’re really careless and left a full cartoon of milk out on the counter for two days until it went bad.”

“That’s something that you can guess. Tell me something else that only Leslie and I would know.”

“He says last month when you got another girl on a date, he was in the front seat and you thought he was sleeping but he saw how badly you fucked that chick in the backseat.” And as if that wasn’t enough, Blue added. “He says real smooth.”

“Okay! Okay enough. Does Leslie know something else that’s not explicit? Something that doesn’t include me and random girls.”

I was starting to wonder if she even understood the meaning of it. From the looks of it, she surely didn’t.

She glanced at Leslie and back at me, her fingers caressing the dog. Her eyes suddenly turning sad. “He says that...even though you are a manwhore, he’s really thankful that you picked him up from the dumpster that day. It was raining and his previous owner had dumped him there because he was sick.” A few more tears grazed her cheek. “He says he would have died if it wasn’t for you, Hunter. He says Thank you.”

And as if Leslie could hear what Blue just said, he approached me and stood on his hind legs, clawing my legs with his paws. When I reached out to him, he licked my hand.

There was no way Blue could find out about that bit of information in just one day, and I was pretty sure I hadn’t said a word about how I’d met the dog.

“Oh god!” I whispered, putting my hands behind my head and looking at the ceiling. I was going to cry.

had some super powers to talk to animals? How was that

Leslie, and placed a leash around him. Blue was looking at me

“For some

backseat. He normally like to ride shot-gun in the

“Ready?”

on. She insisted we walk to the beach so followed her, Leslie was on his

Blue turned to me. “This is it, I guess. Thank you

for just over twenty-four hours. It’d been nice to have someone around the house.

I said. “But, I don’t see any beach house around here. Where do you live?

stay here at

she reached for the hem of my t-shirt, pulled it over her head and dropped it on the sand below, clasping her hands to her breasts and began walking into the ocean slowly.

stared at the t-shirt in

the hell did she think she was

went right after her but she continued

stupid. I should have known. She kept talking about going into the ocean, what I’d seen yesterday wasn’t her getting

told you not to follow me in the water! Let me go!” Blue pleaded

even think what I was doing as I pulled her into a hug. Maybe all she needed was a little reassurance that her life mattered.

one point of our life but dying isn’t the answer to it. It’s just

“What are you—”

I know we aren’t that familiar with each other but giving up like this is so

killing myself!” She

anyone, I can make some arrangements. You can stay at my place or my father’s. My sister is a nice girl, she’ll help you find a good

shrieked. “I’m a mermaid, I can

her do this. If Blue walked further, she would be neck deep in and it would only be a matter of time before the water level rose up to her mouth. She would stop breathing eventually. Just then, I felt something graze my feet. I let go of my hand holding her hair and let it dip into the water. My hands were shaking when

Fucking fish scales.

at me when I dipped my head inside

and completely freaked out. I totally lost it and ran in the opposite direction, panting. Leslie was barking in circles in the sand and howling in the distance, whimpering at the waves where the mermaid had been in. I sat up straight and tried to see through my watery eyes. Blue wasn’t in view. From a distance, I saw a

disappeared into

I slapped myself.

up, Hunter! It’s a

myself even

Wake up goddamnit!

Whatever that I’d witnessed a few minutes ago had actually happened which proved Blue wasn’t lying. It also meant that she wasn’t mentally ill. She hadn’t

really was a

always

seen that fish tail yesterday when I picked her up before it

made sense

to bark in the oceans direction, like he was calling out to Blue asking her to come