The Bad Boy And The Mermaid

Hunter

I had never experienced what a real heartbreak felt like until now; the heartache, it was unbearable. Blue had literally reached inside my chest, ripped out my heart and crushed it with bare hands.

I almost regretted going after her like that. I should have just let it go. She had clearly told me she didn’t want me, what else did I need to prove?

I literally drove around without paying attention to where I was going. Instead of going to my house, I drove to my father’s because I didn’t trust myself to be alone at that moment. I was desperate and my toxic imagination was driving me insane.

I parked the car in the parking space and cut the engine.

I clenched and unclenched the steering wheel. The image of Blue standing next to Adrian made me so ill I could taste bile in my throat. And my imagination was pretty fucking wild if you ask me.

The images kept pushing through, of Blue getting naked with Adrian and the two of them together doing things that we’d once done together.

Where had I gone wrong? We were married, she and I. She loved me, or at least she used to and then she’d gone ahead and ruined everything by sleeping with another man.

Maybe this was karma coming for me; for all the girls that I’d slept with and never responded to their messages. Hell, I’d been bad, I’d broken several hearts but by god, I never led anyone on, never been in a real relationship, and never cheated on someone. I never looked at another woman while I was in love with Blue.

So why did I deserve this again?

With shaky hands, I reached for a bottle of Jack that I kept stashed in my car for emergencies like these and took a long drink. Only after I’d emptied it, I stepped out of the car.

Inside the house, I walked into the housekeeper. “Nana, is mom home?”

She appeared to be flabbergasted for a moment; for the fact that I’d turned up drunk or because I called Elaine “Mom”, I wasn’t sure.

“She’s upstairs in her room.” She told me, “Are you alright, Hunter?”

“Not really,” I muttered before climbing the stairs.

I knocked on her door once when I heard a soft confirmation, I walked inside. Elaine was seated by the study table near the bay window, typing on her laptop. She was a fashion blogger and used to be a model so when she married my dad, she stopped her modeling work.

“Hey.” She called out as she looked at me once before turning to the computer and then quickly did another double-take.

I must look like a mess for her to look at me with so much pity.

“Hey honey, how nice of you to drop by,” She said, smiling up at me.

I kneeled down in front of her while she was still sitting in her chair and placed my head in her lap.

She must be shocked to find me literally begging for her affection, considering the fact that I had always rejected her for years. It’s not that I hated Elaine, I just hated myself.

before her fingers

down my face but I didn’t say

me.” She cooed

becoming excessively concerned. It was probably because I never came to her with my problems, not that I went to anybody. I just bottled up my

Not this time though.

about Blue?”

heaving from the

like a child who had lost his

and cried and cried while she stroked my head slowly,

god, she needed to be given the Mother of the Year award because she casually wiped

had to genuinely love me to do

coming back to

you say

a fucking baby. “I saw her today at the supermarket. She’s

to her mouth. “Are you sure

He was standing there with

blood boil. I

speech, she

brand of pussy, crying my

cry all the time. There’s nothing wrong with it. What’s wrong, however, is the

loved me back, she said she did. I might have gotten a little obsessive over her sometimes but what man

a soft ringing sound filled with warmth. “Yeah, he

with him after all these years. There has to be something wrong with me.” The tears were still

just like your

that as a

but your brother Ryan’s different, he’s like an open book. There’s no mystery to Ryan

running away from home, transferring schools. I gave you a hard time in my late teens. I was not a good son, and

Language,” She repeated. “Before I married your dad, he put some conditions for me; he said

exactly like Wyatt Brantley. He would put conditions applied to a marriage. I had

say?”

the other hand, it’s a different story. He said and I quote him because I remember his words exactly ‘Hunter is a rebellion and he is difficult to love. He will reject you, tell you things he doesn’t mean, make you cry but you still have to continue to love him like I do, will you do that for me?’ He asked me,

really cared that much about

a bad person, Honey, your circumstances are

to me, there’s really no point. I mean, she obviously likes Adrian more than she liked me and now she’s pregnant

can’t force anyone to

my life,” I complained. “I

right now, you know with the Cherry Blossom season coming along. Take Fred with you. We will sponsor Fred’s ticket. You