Sinking

Lying

Coral's POV

I'm in a daze as I head back to my room, tripping over all kinds of cords and rubbish. Mermaids exist, but if mermaids exist then does that mean that werewolves and vampires exist?

When I get back to my room, it's just past two am. My dad usually wakes at five am. Liar. He was trying to get rid of me. Nice job. It certainly worked. But I'm not giving up. I'm definitely going back.

I'm interrupted by a loud bang. Shit. Then the door handle twists and the door opens.

"Honey, what are you doing up so late?"Dad says.

"I'm..."you see I've never actually tried lying before. Is that insane? I've never had anything to hide though," uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. I was just going to the toilet. Are you alright?"

Not too bad for my first time is it?

"How many times have I told you to go before bed?"

"I'm sorry, Dad."

"Okay," his eyebrows scrunch together and I wonder if he knows where I went," goodnight, coral."

"Good rest of the night, Dad."

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Shut up. I bang my fist down hard on the alarm. Stupid alarm clock. Another working boring day. I may as well go back to sleep.

Alas, I cannot for my father will punish me. Punish as in the cane. Yes he has the cane. He thwacks it across my palms until they bleed and then if I cry or whimper he will bring it down again.

And again.

And again.

And again.

Until I show some kind of strength. If my mother was here I bet she would have burnt the cane. That's the kind of person I imagine her to be. Strong, kindhearted, beautiful, skilled and the perfect mum in general.

I wouldn't have to be petrified of her.

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I'm worried that my father has even the slightest suspicion of where I went last night and where I plan to go again to tonight. It's all I could think of all morning. Well that and the beating that would be involved if he found out.

But I'm not going to give up.

Ever.

I plan my visit carefully as I fly through my chores, when I feel a tap on my shoulder. I spin around, holding my mop out as protection and my weapon.

It's only my Father.

"Father, you scared me."

"I just wanted to tell you that you have a visitor coming and you need to clean yourself up for him."

"Him?"

"Yes, him. I've pulled some strings and he's arriving soon."

"Who is it, Father?"

"Silence child! You'll find out soon enough. Now go!"

I ran to the comfort of my room. I needed a long hot full bath. Right now.

I filled the bath tub up to its maximum with streaming hot water and chucked a bath bomb from my secret collection. The bath fizzed deep purple and I smiled. I stripped off and climbed in letting it drown out my life.

I slipped beneath the water, causing a small splash. My eyes were closed but my ears caught noise. Singing, soft at first but louder every second. It was beautiful...

It was telling me something.

It wasn't just notes that she was singing, there were words but I couldn't make out everything. I managed to make out the first verse.

'Come to me child.

Come and be brave.'

Then I was yanked out of the water.

*continuos coughing*

"Dad!?"

"Coral what have I told you about he water level?"

"I'm sorry, Father."

"He'll be here any minute!"

The whole time he was saying his I was frantically covering myself with bubbles.

BUBBLES!!!!!!

"I'm not hopping out while you're in here."

He stormed out furiously cursing under his breath.

I hopped out and sweeped the bubbles off of me extra slowly.

After drying off, I carefully picked out an outfit that was meant to impress. White skirt that comes to my knees and a three-quarter sleeve top with a vintage rustic looking chain pendant thingie with a blue heart hanging from its centre.

(A/N this is not what I normally wear at all. Its like something from the eighties. I think her outfit is appalling. Her father doesn't let her out of his sight long enough. So yeah. But it's gonna change.)

As I looked in the mirror I thought I looked beautiful. I had left my long wavy hair out and it framed my face perfectly.

I quickly sprayed on some rose spray on my wrists and neck.

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I headed through the hallway quietly, excited but nervous at the same time. I had heard the voices from my room, there was a husky one and my fathers.

Curious, I remember thinking.

When I reached the bottom of the stairs, I saw the tying-first place for the most beautiful man I have ever seen standing in my kitchen. He radiated power and dominance. He was beautiful.

His black hair was shaved at the sides and flicked over at the top. His green eyes reminded me of a forest that I once saw on the television screen. His chest was perfectly sculpted and his tan was perfect too. He looked like a model.

When he saw me, he grinned, showing his perfect teeth. This guy's name was 'perfect.

"Hey beautiful. I'm Callum."

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Swooning ovr the image I've got in my head of Callum.

I've had 'We are done' by the madden brothers stuck in my head all day. It's really annoying.

Rysk vs Callum.

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Luv yas

Angi.