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.

to talk to animals? How was that

and placed a leash around him. Blue was looking at

nodded. “For some

the car while Leslie sat in the backseat. He normally like to ride

“Ready?”

the beach so followed her, Leslie was on his heels on

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

hours. It’d been nice to

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

You stay here at the store okay? Don’t follow me into

and dropped it on the sand below, clasping her hands to her breasts and began walking into the ocean slowly. The waves lapping

stared at the

hell did she think she

few seconds thinking she must be bluffing and then when she didn’t didn’t stop, I went right after her but she continued to walk deeper into the darkness. I caught her wrist. “You’re suicidal,

ocean, what I’d seen yesterday wasn’t her getting wild at a party, but she had probably tried to kill herself by walking into the ocean and somehow managed to

you not to follow me

was doing as I pulled her into a hug. Maybe all she needed was

one point of our

“What are you—”

that familiar with each other but giving up like this is so wrong.

I’m not killing myself!” She exclaimed,

badly treated by anyone, I can make some arrangements. You can stay at my

She shrieked. “I’m a

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

Fucking fish scales.

continued to stare at me when I dipped my head inside the

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

into

I slapped myself.

up, Hunter! It’s

slapped myself

Wake up goddamnit!

minutes ago had 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

really was

beautiful half fish, half women species we’d always

seen that fish tail yesterday when I picked her up before it vanished and turned into human legs. No wonder

made sense

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