His Mermaid

Someone has a fetish for my wrist

Over the next few days of solitude, I got used to the daily routine of staying inside the house. If I wasn't inside the house, I would be seen sitting on a rock near our house by the beach, a sketchpad on my lap, and several different coloring materials beside me.

Mom and dad understood my attitude so they let me be alone. They just leave me food whenever they leave to work for the shack. I just reheat them whenever I get hungry. Sometimes I draw whatever I see in front of me, sometimes I draw whatever comes into my imagination.

Most of the time, though, I would draw the things that I saw whenever I was a mermaid. It was always so different whenever I am in my mermaid form. It is more clear, more colorful, more bright. It also has a more ethereal look than when I look at it when I have two legs instead of a tail.

After a week of being alone, I was actually feeling lonely. The more I feel lonely, the more I draw. I can't swim anyway so what else is there for me to do except draw and paint and sketch. That's what I did again today.

I was at my usual place. It was my favorite place around. I was sitting on top of the rock, sketchpad on my lap, and started to draw what I am seeing in front of me. At first, I saw clear, calm waters. After a few minutes of sketching, I looked up and saw someone on the horizon.

From what I could see, it is a guy sitting on a surfboard. I think he's waiting for a wave to come. He's going to be waiting for a while because you can rarely see big waves in this area at this time of the season. But as he waited, a wave was slowly forming on the horizon.

I can tell that it is going to be a big one just because I can. I just can tell and it is about to start right now. The guy on the surfboard saw this and is readying to ride it. I couldn't take my eyes away from him. He was just that mesmerizing.

He was so good at surfing. He caught the huge wave like it was second-nature to him. He did some tricks and ended going in the wave and getting out of it before it dissolved into sea foam. As he was getting closer, I could now see who it was, and boy did I react fast.

It was Andrew freaking Montreal! And he is coming this way, really fast. What he wants from me is beyond the power capacity of my brain. I just need to scram from this place and go back to the house.

I took my sketchpad and my coloring materials from where they were and started to walk from my spot. I'll only walk so he doesn't notice me. If I run, I might gain his attention and pique his curiosity as to why I am running.

I was almost to our house when someone grabbed me by the hand. Why do I always get grabbed by someone? I stopped and looked at who it was. I wasn't really surprised when I saw Andrew was the one who was holding me in place.

"What do you want from me? Why do you always grab my wrists?" I ask him with an incredulous look on my face. He just stares at me like he heard nothing.  He is just looking, staring at me. 

"Do I have something on my face?" I ask him again because he didn't answer my first two questions. He was about to say something when someone called his name. I looked and I saw Noah running towards us. 

"Hey, Serena! Haven't seen you around your shack. Are you okay? Your mom said you were not feeling well." Noah said, his face is full of concern.

So, that is their alibi. It works, I guess. I just nodded my head and proceeded to look at the hand that is holding my wrist. I gave him a deadly glare but he seems unfazed by my glare. I tried to unhook his hands but he keeps holding them.

Noah noticed this and he is also trying to help unhook Andrew's hand but one glare from him and he raises his hands in surrender and steps back from us. I look at him in disbelief and he smiles apologetically before saying,

"Sorry. I can't defy my master's wishes. If you need me, Andrew, I'll be over there. You know, where we were supposed to go after we're done surfing. Honestly, I never thought that we could see that huge-ass wave on the first try."

He keeps chuckling to himself while walking back to their place. I am still trying to take my hand from him but he just won't let go of me.

"Are you really that crazy about holding my hand? I never would've pegged you as someone who has a hand fetish. Please let me go. I still have to take my medicine."

I'm trying every excuse I can think of just so I could get away from him. He finally let go of me, and as I was walking back to our house, I heard him say something. It was more of a loud whisper.

"You really look like her."

I didn't stop to ask him about it because I didn't want to know what he means by it. I just walked faster until I could go inside and collapse behind the door. My heart wouldn't stop racing. Maybe from anxiety, maybe from fear? I don't know.

It just won't stop its racing. When my heart rate slowed down a bit, I went to the kitchen and drank a glass of water to further calm my beating heart. I heard the front door open and I knew that my parents are back from the shack.

What's bothering me is that they are early. Why?