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.

hands hovered over my head for a split second before her fingers slowly caressed my hair. “Sweetie...Hunter, tell me

face but I didn’t say

to me.” She cooed

my problems, not that I went to anybody. I just bottled up my sorrow, didn’t talk to people and in

Not this time though.

this about Blue?”

sobs heaving from the

like a child who had lost his favorite toy wasn’t a pleasant experience for

lap and cried and cried while she

down from my nose. And Elaine, god, she needed to be given the Mother

love me

coming back

you

her today at the supermarket. She’s pregnant with another man’s child. She doesn’t even want to speak

hand flew to her mouth. “Are

course. He was standing

made my blood boil. I wanted to hit a wall

to feed me some pity speech, she seemed to be as taken aback as I was with this entire

of pussy, crying my eyes out

“Secondly, grown men cry all

have gotten a little obsessive over her sometimes but what man doesn’t get like that over his wife? I’m sure dad did that all

he did that.” She recalled. “He was overbearing a lot of

all these years. There has to be something wrong with me.” The tears were still streaming down my cheeks. “I must

just like your

that

thoughtful, honest and sweet and a little rough around the edges, like your dad, but your brother Ryan’s different, he’s like an open book. There’s no mystery to Ryan like you. He was always a good,

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

conditions for me; he said he wouldn’t marry me if

That was exactly like Wyatt Brantley. He would put conditions applied

say?” I

your mother. He told me Ryan was a tough kid, that he’d watched his mother get buried and never cried in front of anyone. You, on 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

really cared that much

person, Honey, your circumstances are

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

“You can’t force anyone to love

don’t know what I can do with my life,” I complained. “I

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