A Mermaid Tale - Book 1 (IN EDITING)

Chapter 15

            Ridge had left the house a few times before, but only for a day or two. But I had always doubted, and feared the moment were he would leave me behind forever.

            "Ridge, I wanna come to." I had replied, now completely awake.

            "Tara I can't—" He has tried to say before I had interrupted him.

            "Please, please, please bring me." I'd begged. "Don't leave me alone with him; he hurts me and kisses me and I don't like it! Please Ridge, please don't leave me." I'd started crying.

            "Tara I can't." He had replied, tossing his bag to the floor. He sat down on my bed and pulled me into his arms so that I was on his lap, as if we were kids again. "I want to bring you, you have no idea, but I can't. I don't know if I'll be able to keep you fed, or clean, or warm or even safe." I felt him crying too. "But I promise, when I'll be able to give you what you need, I'm getting you the hell out of this house."

            "Promise?"

            "I promise." He swore.

            He had stayed with me in that position on my bed until I had fallen asleep. When I had woken up the next morning, he was gone. I didn't see my brother after that for a good two years later. I had started working at Shellie's and Fish and he was getting arrested in front of the restaurant.

            I could have continued on to think about my brother, but I felt a sudden shot of pain go through the end of my tail. "Ouch! What the hell?" I exclaimed as I stopped swimming.

            I examined my tail, some weird small looking fish was caught into it. But it actually looked too weird. It was actually fishing lure, and the hook was caught in my tail. Damn. Just before I was about t attempt to remove it, the fisherman on the other side of the line had started pulling; immediately it started hurting and I couldn't help but scream. The hook had gotten in deep. I tried pulling back, but it only mad it worse, the pain and my situation. I had started to see blood—my blood—appear in the water. Great, so how was I going to get myself out of this one?

Ridge

            He was determined to get rid of everything in his surroundings that reminded him of his sister. This was in his own, way an attempt to move on, even thought so far it wasn't working out too well. He had been at it for a good two hours when someone knocked on his door. At first he ignored it, but the person on the other side seemed determined to be heard.

            "Hey Ridgie, open them door up" The voice of Patch was sounded, his think country accent made it easy to recognize. "I gotta use the John and stayin' out heres ain't gonna help any of our sitiations. Unless if you's wants me to tinkle in fronts of your door."

            Ridge sighed and went to go unlock the door for his friend, who stepped into the room immediately looking rather proud of him. "I was lyin'" Patch said with a grin on his face, displaying his two missing front teeth. "I ain't got no need to use the loo, I just needed you's to open 'em door." His friend let out a small retarded laugh. "I got me here some actin' talents."

            "What do you want Patch?" Ridge asked going to his room to burn the remaining family photos.

            "We's goin' fishin' today." Patch proudly announced. Ridge then noticed the fishing rods and the tackle box.

            "I don't feel like going fishing today, or tomorrow, or the day after that." Ridge mumbled, avoiding looking at his friend.

            "You's been in them depression of yours since 'em sister of yours gotty herself killed." Patch pointed out. Ridge only understood the words depression, sister and killed. "You's need to get outs more, so, we's going fishin" He raising the rods as if to prove it.