Brittany P.O.V.
I got to the back quick enough, instantly slipping and falling to the ground.
Ugh, Frankie!
He is the only person who knows. Who knows anything about my life at all. He has been like a father to me since I was 12. When they left.
My parents were amazing. I knew they loved me my whole life. But when I was 12, that all changed.
We went on vacation to Orlando, Florida in 2007. Me, my parents, and Grace. Grace was my younger sister.
We were staying in a somewhat secluded beachhouse. It had a sea view balcony and more rooms than I could count. Plenty. One day, my whole family went on the balcony. Breathing in ocean air, taking the view. We all loved the beach. We leaned on the gate of the balcony when suddenly, it broke off.
I remember falling for about 3 seconds then hitting the concrete of the garden area. Hard. I used all my energy to look down and see blood that wasn't mine covering me. It was sticky and bright red, the whole ground was covered in it. It was my family's blood.
I cried and screamed.
"Grace! Grace! Gracie! Please please please! Grace just wake up!"
I shook her unconsious body.
"Help! Someone, please help! Call 911!"
I gave up when my voice became hoarse, crying over Grace's tiny, frail body.
Suddenly I figured out why they were unconscious and I wasn't. Grace had been hugging me. Grace broke my fall. They all hit the concrete and I hit Grace. I only had 6 broken ribs , a broken leg, arm, cracked elbow, and fractured foot.
So, that's my story. That's why I have to be strong. I remember my parents and Grace all got buried holding hands. And it still kills me inside.
Everybody thought I was dead, too. It's because at the hospital, I jumped out the window when I healed. So to the media and the rest of the country, I'm dead. It was quite a big story. But Nope. I'm as alive as ever. I have Frankie to thank for a lot of that. He took me in as his own. Without him, I'sd be on the streets, probably really dead by now. I love Frankie. I am his daughter who doesn't exist to anybody.
Oh, and one small detail- I'm a mermaid.
I got my tail when I was 14. I've had it for 3 years. I don't know how it happened, but only Frankie knows.
So now I'm in the back with a purple tail. Great. And there's also the biggest boyband in the world along with hundreds of screaming girls wondering were the hell I am and Why I'm making such a big deal out of a little spilt water.
Lovely.
Hello! Thank you for taking the time to read this and PLEASE VOTE & COMMENT! Thank you! And remember to tell your friends, enemies, sisters, brothers, fathers, mothers, dogs, cats, frogs, rats, and muchhh more!
Also- another brit pic to the side!
![](https://img.wattpad.com/cover/4889376-288-k506790.jpg)
YOU ARE READING
Two Mermaids and One Direction
FanficBrittany Obregon and Cassie Widimer appear to just be two normal girls. However, not everything is as it seems. Cassie and Brittany harbor one of the best kept secrets in the world: mermaids are real. In fact, these girls just so happen to be mermai...