Hunter
The entire fucking night, Blue wouldn't let me touch her.
Nope.
My wife had made her life mission to slowly torture me to death. I'd tossed and turned for a few hours thinking about all the things I could have done to her, but I'd brought this situation onto myself and it killed me not knowing how long she was going to torture me like this, might as well stab me with a knife.
I woke up to the sound of the shower turning on. I saw her chemise lying on the floor, and I instantly turned harder thinking of her and climbed out of bed. I decided to take my chances as I walked to the bathroom and tried the sliding doors but they wouldn't budge. The glass was fogged up with the steam and her delicate nude form was par
BlueThere was a reason why Hunter never took me out to the beach when there were people around. There was a reason why we never swam in the public swimming pool. It was because I shapeshifted into a mermaid every time I dived into the water.Like right now.I hadn't realized what was happening until the kid pushed me into the pool and my legs transformed into a mermaid tail.I panicked. This wasn't supposed to happen. He'd given me strict instructions not to move so I'd remained frozen in place, and I had not moved even when I knew the kid was going to push me into the water.Where was Hunter when I needed him?
Hunter"Hello? Are you still with me? Or have you expired from shock?" I heard Hannah's voice but I couldn't understand what she was saying, all I could hear was FOUR FREAKIN MILLION DOLLARS."If this is some kind of joke, Hannah, I'll kill you," I warned her.She switched to video-call and I found myself staring at a blank white until I realized she'd been holding the lottery ticket on the screen. She slowly panned it out. "Do you read this?""It's a ticket I bought. That doesn't explain anything."She turned the ticket over and showed me a number. Two-nine-one-four-eight. And then she proceeded to show it to me on her laptop and the winning number printed in the ne
HunterTurns out Hannah wasn't lying.I did win four million dollars. At first, I couldn't believe my luck; how was it even possible that I earned so much money with nothing but pure luck.When I asked Blue if she had anything to do with it, she shrugged and declined, and that only added to my suspicions. I called her my lucky charm, but she didn't think that was true. I couldn't remember my life being gloomy since the time Blue had come into my life. All I remembered was love and a lot of laughter, getting married to her was adding a cherry on the top.When I imagined my life without Blue, it just appeared to be empty. If Blue was taken out of the equation, my life was nothing better than death itself.
Blue I loved swimming, and it was when I was swimming that I nearly regretted my decision of leaving my world. I felt guilty for even having these thoughts because I loved Hunter, I really did, I just wished there was a way I could be part of both.When Hunter had bought this house, he'd made sure the house had a large pool, and deep enough on one side that I could swim to my heart's content. When I missed being back in the ocean, I took a dip into the pool.My body was floating over the surface when I heard footsteps and a presence. I turned to see my handsome husband standing over the pool, watching me with lust-filled eyes.He smiled, "Hey."Even though he was sm
Blue The car crashed into a tree. I could feel my blood rushing to my head and a painful pounding was growing there. I pressed my hand on my head and looked around. A car balloon had deflated the one that was called an air-bag. Hunter had told me that it deflated during an accident and prevented a severe injury.The side of my face that had a gash was filing in, I was healing and it was painful. When the healing was for a deeper wound, it usually hurt a lot and it didn't help that my head was spinning. I could only guess what Hunter was going through. I bit my lip from screaming from the pain.I turned in my seat to face the passenger side to see how Hunter was doing. "Hunter, are you alright?"There was no response,
Hunter I'd been painting for hours now and it seemed to me like time had suddenly come to a standstill. A few more strokes and I'll go to bed, I promised myself. The thing is I didn't want to go to bed. When I tried to sleep, I felt restless. I couldn't sleep and I either ended up painting until dawn or trying to read a book.I had a car accident three weeks ago, and according to my step-mom, I'd been in a coma for five days straight until I finally woke up in the hospital. My memories were still hazy; in fact, I couldn't even remember the past four months in my life.Four goddamn months with no fucking memory! How's that for a start?It seemed like I'd won a lottery, and bought a home. What I didn't understand is wh
Hunter "Don't look at me like that," I told Fred who was staring at me as if I'd spoken in Chinese."I guarantee you will eat your words when you see her," Fred said.And for the first time in my life, I saw what a pissed off Fred looked like. And somehow his mood-swings were getting to me too. They wanted to give me half-truths and also get mad when I uttered a word. They remembered everything, I didn't. Someone needed a reality check and fast."Even though we're married, I don't know this woman. What if I don't get my memories at all? How do you expect I spend my life with her?" I asked.He wasn't going to answer me, frustrated; I put the car into drive and drove
Hunter Days turned to weeks. And I'd spent about two months looking like a mess. Painting and selling them to interested clients, I was also doing commissioned work. If I wasn't painting, I was nursing a bottle of Jack Daniels. Lately, Jack had become best friends with me; he helped numb the confusion and the pain.It was sad, almost too funny the irony that my mother hadn't wanted me even before I was out of her womb, and my wife had clearly deserted me for reasons that I was still searching for to this day. Not that I had any mommy issues, but it was a no-brainer that I was basically unwanted.It was pathetic. My life as I was living right now, feeling sorry for myself that I was unlovable. The pity-party needed to stop. I just didn't know how. Some of my f