Chapter Eight

Chloe’s POV

After Isabel left last week, I have been in full on depression mode. Ashton keeps calling me, but I don’t answer. There is one good thing that has come though. Georgia and Vanessa have become really great moral support. They seem to know exactly what to sat to earn myself a smile.

I sat on the couch watching The Notebook (not really the best choice to ‘cheer me up’). I was getting fed up with this sad environment I have been sitting in and shielding myself from the world. I’m tired of staring at this damn television, I’m done with the picture of me and Isabel mocking my every move, and I am sick of being sad!

I ran out the front door, leaving it wide open. The streets were shaded with the midnight shadows. No cars. No people. No life here to cheer me up.

I gloomily strolled down the sidewalk until I found and empty beer bottle on the ground. Just one single drop of that stuff makes mermaids go on hyper drive.

Alcohol makes mermaids be an emotional wreck, have suicidal thoughts and do things out of the ordinary all at the same time. Although that is the same effect with humans, it takes them a few more bottles to get to that point.

I picked it up and smiled. Throwing my head back, I watched the last drop trickle down the bottle, inching closer and closer to my lips.

The liquid instantly infected my mouth and I threw the bottle, making it shatter into a million pieces.

I ran at full speed towards Ashton’s flat.

No one’s home. Fantastic.

I bent over and lifted up the WELCOME mat and grabbed his spare key. Jiggling the lock as if the key were having a seizure, the door finally opened.

 I ran all over. To his room, the family room, the kitchen, no one is here.

I got over whelmed and collapsed to the floor. Thoughts began to slowly drown me in my brain.

‘What if he never comes back?’

‘What if he died?’

‘What if Isabel forgets me?’

‘What if they all left me?’

‘What if they all hated me?’

‘What if….;
‘What if….’
‘What if….’  I rolled over onto my stomach and smiled.

I crawled across the floor and glared at the jug of bleach on top of the kitchen counter. I was just about to grab it as Ashton turned on the lights. He is going to regret doing that.

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Ashton’s POV

After the late gig I had at the coffee shop with the lads, I was so tired. I could have fell asleep on a random bench if I wanted to. I walked into my house and turned the lights on to find…..

“Chloe? What are you —” Her head whipped to the side. Her eyes were completely black. What’s going on here?

I pulled out my phone and dialled Luke’s number as she threw herself at me. The phone went for the ground, as did I with the force of her body weight. She sat herself on my stomach and her deep black eyes poured into my inner soul. “Chloe?” I reached for cheek, but I really shouldn’t have. Her finger nails dug into my skin and I screamed at the top of my lungs. I could hear Luke yelling my name through the phone.

Chloe got off of me and stuck her hand out towards me. I could feel myself being lifted off the ground. How? She’s not even touching me!!!!

She motioned her hand to the wall and my body followed. As my back collided with the wall, I screamed in pain. “Chloe! It’s me, Ashton! This isn’t you! Please stop!” My begging resulted in her dropping to the floor in sobs. With her powers not holding me up anymore, I too, fell to the ground with a load thump. I groaned and slowly pulled my knees to my chest and cried also.

Why did she do this to me?

Suddenly, the front door swung open and slammed into the wall behind it. Luke, Michael and Calum rushed in.

Angry, Calum ran over to Chloe and put his hand on her shoulder. With a dazed glare, she slowly turned her head to look at him. He stumbled back as he stared into her blackened pupils. “Whoa. What is going on?”

Luke ran to my side and examined the blood that was now staining my white t-shirt. “Did…she do that?” He whispered, pointing at the massive cavity in the wall above me. I nodded and went back to focusing on the pain that was rushing through my body. He left to go speak with the lads. My tears stained my cheeks as this monster sat curled up on the floor.

I began to think. What made her act like this? Is it permanent?

Suddenly, Michael ran and smashed Chloe to the floor. As she squirmed and growled at Michael threatening to kill him, Calum backed him up with some duck tape and taped her mouth shut. Luke came and held her hands down while Calum moved to grip her feet. He also managed to successfully tape all her body parts that were harmful, together and she lay motionless. Her eyes began to slowly shut and she drifted off into a silent slumber.

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