Son of the Sea

Chapter 8

Personal space was a word that this child clinging to me did not understand or any other child at that, I know, I didn’t. We were all currently sitting in the living room like a best friends, braiding each other’s hair and crying over ex boyfriends. Now don’t get me wrong I am being sarcastic but that is quite literally what is happening right now. Except instead of braiding, two girls were pulling at my mother’s hair in all direction, I am surprised that she isn’t screaming at them instead she looks as if she is enjoying it. Amazing isn’t she, an amazing actress.

The mystery girl from before is bawling her eyes out into the hair of the girl who is currently glaring at me. I don’t even know her. Beside the crying girl and her glaring friend were two boys twins by the looks of it. They were currently munching down my sandwich. My egg sandwich to be specific, I hated eggs. Aren’t moms to know what their kids liked and disliked.

I sighed.

“So what are your names,” my mother asks trying to break the silence.

They all freeze as the words leave my mother’s mouth.

The little girl currently sitting on my lap stares at me curiously as I sat a little straighter in the armchair. This was highly uncomfortable.

“Iris,” the crying girl said shakily, she then pointed to the girl sitting beside her,” this is Green and the two doing your hair are Piper and Wen and those two are Jared and Jarrett,” she continued.

She then looked towards me stare directly into my eyes. The others turn to look at me as well. OK, caution guys don’t attack me. I glanced at my mother to see her staring at the little girl in my lap. I slowly look at her and found her already staring at me.

“And what’s your name,” I said sweetly with a smile, pushy away her frizzy hair from her face. She smiled at me and shook her head. I chuckled softly staring at her intensely, surprisingly she stared back with the same intensity. I think I just lost my first stare off and I still don’t know her name.

“You’re the one who named her Charles, remember,” a soft voice says.

There she goes again. I sighed and turn to my mother. Not my mother.

“Mom can you get them something to eat in the kitchen,” I said glancing at the twins who are currently molesting my laptop.

“And ah take them with you, I need to talk to Iris,” I lift the little girl of my lap and push her to my mother. I then rise from my seat and turn to Iris. She was rubbing her eyes furiously.

My mom nodded and started heading to the kitchen with the kids following her. I walk over to the couch and sit down.

“What are doing in my house,” I said charmingly watching Iris and Green closely. A deaf person could tell that it was fake.

“Charles, why are you acting like this,” pleaded Iris. It was happening again and I couldn’t control it for some reason. Oh, wait I know I was in a house of strangers.

“Look I’m not the person you think I am and there are no such things as mermaids and I don’t know who put you up to this bit if it is Zander, I want you to let him know he is messing with the wrong kid,” I ranted feeling my heart beat accelerating.

Green turned to Iris with a confused glance.

“What is wrong with him,” she said with an accent similar to her friend’s.

“He does not remember, the surface most have stolen his memory somehow. I tried to tell him about the sirens but he would not listen,” she said to her friend a fresh set of tears rolling down her face. Please stop the waterworks, its really unnecessary.

“Ok, ok, ok, say you are mermaids, prove it,” everything that was coming through my mouth was starting to sound crazy. But this girl was giving me headache and making me feel slightly depressed.

They both glance at each other and then turned to look at me. Then they held out their arms. I stare at their arms for a second confused and then I saw it.

Luminous scales shimmer into focus, they formed the shape of a dolphin. I blinked furiously but the scales were still there. One arm had gold scales and the other emerald. The scales then slowly disappeared. I gulped and glanced at the girls.

“Mine is emerald because I am a royal guard and hers is gold because she is our Queen,” Green said hopefully.

“And you Charles, you’re the king.”

Wait, what!