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.

mean Blue had some super powers to talk to animals?

and placed a leash around him. Blue was looking at me curiously. “Do you

some

Leslie sat in the backseat. He normally like to ride shot-gun in the front seat but I guess he

“Ready?”

to the beach again, the same beach that I’d found her on. She insisted we walk to the beach so followed her, Leslie was on his heels on a leash trudging through the soft sand. He went

Blue turned to me. “This

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, the four legged

see any beach house around here. Where do you live?

stay here at the

I could say another word she reached for the hem of my t-shirt, pulled it over her head and dropped it on

at the

did she think she was

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

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

Hunter? I told you not to follow me

pulled her into a hug. Maybe all she needed was a little reassurance that her life mattered. Nothing in this life was worth dying

We all go through that at one point of our life but dying isn’t the answer

“What are you—”

to yourself. I know we aren’t that familiar with each other but

not killing myself!”

to me. If you ran away from home or you were badly treated by 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 place and

being ridiculous.” She shrieked. “I’m a mermaid,

time before the water level rose up to her mouth. She would stop breathing eventually. Just then, I felt something graze my feet. I

Fucking fish scales.

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

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

disappeared into the fucking

I slapped myself.

Hunter! It’s a

slapped myself even

Wake up goddamnit!

few 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 from

was a

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

when I picked her up

all made sense

couldn’t see Blue anymore so I assumed she was swimming back home. Leslie continued to bark in the oceans direction, like he was