I have no idea what time it is or how long I've been here, floating on my back staring at the sky through the opening on the roof of the moon pool cave. It must be past lunch time though and that means school will be getting out soon. I need to get out of here, Cleo and Bella seem to get worried when I miss a fall day. If they come looking for me this will be the first place they will look, it's weird how well they know me cause honestly this is always the first place I go. I left my head up out of the water and lean on to a rock. I bring a finger across my body gently touching my opposite forearm and trace the bruise that run down it. There's no hiding what they are anyone with half a brain could see that the bruises are finger-marks, souvenirs from last nights fight with my Dad. My mermaid form does nothing to hind them and if the others see them, they well freak. They can be so over dramatic sometimes. I love my Dad more then anything and he loves me, he's my best friend. But he hasn't always had the easiest life. From what I know of his childhood it was pretty rough always in and out of foster care and I know he blames himself for the divorce with my Mum and what she did 4 months later. He's always had a temper he tries to keep it under control but when he loses it it's like my is gone and he's a completely different person. Cole and Bella wouldn't understand they would think it was like abuse or something. It's not like that we have more good time then bad ones, he's trying his best to be a good Dad and that's all you can really ask of anyone, right? I keep my eyes open as I dive under the water. The way the light glistens off the ocean floor takes me back to when I was a kid 6 or 7 maybe sitting under the night sky with Mum at one side and my Dad at the other wondering if there was a God. I remember feeling smaller and more insignificant then I had ever felt before but at the same time more loved then ever. I feel that way now 'conflicted'.