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.

powers to talk to animals?

Blue was looking at me curiously. “Do you

some reason, I

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

“Ready?”

again, the same beach that I’d found her on. She insisted we walk to the beach so followed her, Leslie

then Blue turned to me.

feeling even though she’d been with me for just over twenty-four hours. It’d been nice to have someone around the house. Also,

beach house around here. Where do you live? I could walk you

swim there. You stay here at the

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. The waves lapping

the t-shirt in

hell did she

bluffing and then when she didn’t didn’t stop, I went right after her but she continued to walk

her getting wild at a

to follow me in the water! Let me go!” Blue pleaded

was doing as I pulled her into a hug. Maybe all she needed was a little reassurance that her life mattered. Nothing in this life was

okay to be sad, Blue. We all go through that at one point of our life but dying isn’t the answer to it. It’s just a

“What are you—”

this to yourself. I know we aren’t that familiar with each other but giving up like this is so wrong. There’s more to life

killing myself!”

stay at my place or my father’s. My sister is a

She shrieked. “I’m a mermaid, I

up to her mouth. She would stop breathing eventually. Just then, I felt something graze my feet. I let

Fucking fish scales.

my hand out as if I’d touched a hot pan. Blue continued to stare at me when I dipped

the waves where the mermaid had been in. I sat up straight and tried to see

into the

I slapped myself.

Hunter!

slapped myself

Wake up goddamnit!

actually happened which proved Blue wasn’t lying. It also meant that she wasn’t mentally ill. She hadn’t known these simple human ethics because she hadn’t been

was

species we’d always heard about and thought of it as

up before it vanished and turned into

made sense

she was swimming back home. Leslie continued to bark in the oceans direction, like he was calling out to