little evil mermaid

by kat13109

In this story, an over-active-teenage-drama-queen finds out that she is a mermaid when her grandmother takes her to the beach and tells her to go in the water. As she got older, she realized just how many perks there is to being a mermaid. Like the fact that with one look in the eye, she can make people do whatever she wants. And of course, being the mos beautiful person in town.

4. Chapter 4

Hey, really sorry about the spoiler alert on chap.2. honestly did not mean for that to happen. o_0. anyway, this chapter has a little more to it, and i hope you enjoy. :)

The longer I stayed there with Don, the more I hurt. My stomach was in knots, my head was pounding, and I was close to vomiting.
In fact, "Don, I think I need to use the restroom." I immediately got up and ran to the nearest porter-potty. Man, I hated those things, but I needed to go somewhere.
As soon as I got there, I didn't bother with closing the door as I started to purge up blood. Lots and lots of blood, seaweed, and sand. Don't ask.
"Amanda, are you ok?" Don asked as he stepped into the small space, then retreating due to the smell.
"Go!" I yelled.
"Are you serious? I am not leaving. You need me." He said.
I turned to him, my human quality no longer with me. "I said GO!" My eyes literally glowed, but then I shut them, fighting to get myself back in control.
"Amanda?"
Too late.
I raised Amanda's body, turning to face the one she called her lover. Pathetic. She needed another like her, and we both knew it.
"I'm fine." I said through her.
"No you're not. I'm taking you home, now."
What a pathetic-
No! No! Amanda, DON'T!
"Ahhhh!" I yelled, going back to the darkest, smallest part of her mind.
I fell to my knees, happy to be back in control. She wanted to get out, I could tell, but she just had to wait.
"Amanda! Come on!" Everyone at the beach was gawking at us. Great, I had caused a scene.
Again, I started to vomit what little blood I felt I had left. I needed the ocean. Badly. Things would only get worse if I didn't get to the ocean. But these people! All of these people were standing between me and my mermaid, not a good idea.
"Shit!" I said, then started to vomit even more.
"Someone, for the love of God, call a damn ambulance!" A man called from somewhere.
No! If I ended up in a hospital, I would never get to an ocean in time!
"I got her," Don said as he loaded me into his car and started to drive off, far away from the beach.
No, no, no! This wasn't happening! It couldn't.
He turned down the second street on the left, away from the hospital.
"Don," I groaned, my voice weak, "What are you doing?"
He kept his eyes on the road and said, "Something that I'm going to regret, majorly."
"What do you mean?"
"Amanda, just trust me."
And there it was. The T word. Trust. I had never trusted anyone completely in my life. Ever. But here Don was, going to who-knows-where, asking me to trust him.
And I didn't know if I could.