The Little Mermaid: the true story

Chapter 2

My dreams; I tell myself as sobs rack my body will never be true because loving a land dweller is against the law. Daddy might even do something like he did to Ursula. But Ursula has been to the surface. I know that's true because she has told me of the wonders of dancing and running. But most of all she has told me of the prince. How they like to go sailing on the water and it is second nature to them.

In my dream I was sitting on the rocks near the beach where I first saved Patrick. He was bathing in the sun on the rock next to me; I could see the pale white skin of his stomach that was exposed and tempting me. His dark brown hair is wet and curled near the nape of his neck and on his forehead. But we aren't little kids anymore and he is cradling me instead of me him when I saved his life 6 years ago. His eyes are the same color as when I saved him and gazing passionately at me. The way that we were entangled, limbs a jumbled mess made something inside me tingle. He wraps his arms around me as he presses his lips to my temple and whispers 'I love you' in my ear. I twist in his arms and pressed my lips to his. My touch only seems to encourage him as he crushes his lips to mine and for a split second it is pain; sharp and as desperate for me as I am for him. I could taste the salt on his lips as he gasps for breath. And then he gentles with a restraint I could feel all through my body, and the slide of his lips against mine, the interplay of tongue and teeth was something I had never experienced before. His hands slid roughly down the length of my back knotting in my hair. Half -lifting me so our bodies collided. He was against me the long slim length of his body, hard and fragile at the same time. I ran my eyes and my hands along the length of his body. I grip his hair in my hands to the point of pain; I slanted my head up and pulled his face to mine. I graze his bottom lip with my teeth and he groans making me gasp for air. I stroke the hollow of his stomach, the arched bone of his hip. His response is immediate and startling as he groans and pulls me closer.

And then I woke up. I always wake up then, always crying and wishing that he really did know me and care for me as much as I cared for him. It was the same every time and I hate that, all I wanted was for him to have responded the same way for me as I had when I first kissed him. But for all I know he just thinks I'm a dream and he drifted ashore, but for me it was very real. It was the highlight of my imprisoned life as a royal.

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I had vowed to myself that I would save Marissa. I had to ask my father for real, he couldn't say no about me going to the surface because she is his daughter. She is the mermaid to inherit the life as ruler. I would get him to give me the same gift that he gave her. The ability to have legs at will. This would happen and while I was up there I could maybe see Prince Patrick...no that could not happen because I would be on a mission. I would save her as part of my duty to the royal line.

"Father I must go to the surface in an effort to rescue Marissa," I pleaded to my father.

"No!" he shouted sharply. "That would be against the law; you would be killed the second that you came back."

"But father- it is my duty to the royal family to bring her back, who would rule if she were mot to be returned to the palace?"

"Your sister Mags will rule in her place"

"Father; I beg you to place upon me the gift you placed upon Marissa on her 17 birthday," I begged. "For your littlest mermaid Father please let me walk on the surface to save her. I promise to not fail you."

"My final answer is no. You may accept that answer and leave now," he commanded; clearly dismissing me.

"Yes father," I replied leaving with another plan already on my mind.

I had only one other option and that was to plead to Ursula. She would be able to help me. She had to.