Mermaids of The Deep

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Chapter 3

Minerva's POV

I closed my eyes, trying to get some rest. I couldn't help Rodney, because of those stupid Assholes. I fought them trying to get to Rodney because he got worst. But they held me back.

"Don't fight them Minerva. They are trying to help you."

That can't be, the voice that I was hearing now, was of someone I lost long ago.

"You didn't lose me little sis. I've always been with you."

"Andre? Is it really you?"

"Of course it is baby sis. Now, about those two Assholes."

"What about them. The fact that they won't let me help our baby brother."

"They're doing that for good reason. If you try to help Rodney, you can die. The sickness could transfer to you, and there may not be anything they can do, to stop it from killing the both of you."

"Fine, but if we don't get found in the next couple of days, I am going to help Rodney wether I die or not. And if they try to stop me I will kill them both."

"Woah! Don't go killing them quite yet."

My dream started to fade, and Andre was barely able to finish.

"And trust them, they may be your greatest allies."

Andre disappeared, and I was jerked awake. Brendon and Brody were both sitting next to me.

"Hey. You okay? You were talking in your sleep."

I hadn't even realized I had started crying. "Yeah, I'm fine." Tears were streaming down my face, and they were looking at me, concerned looks on their faces. "I'm fine!" I yelled.

I pushed them away and got up. I wiped the tears from my face. I looked back at Brendon and Brody. They were staring at me. "What? Quit looking at me like a couple of creeps."

They quickly looked away. I walked to the opposite side of the cave and sat down, not wanting to be bothered.

Brendon didn't get the hint of course, came over and sat down beside me.

Brendon's POV

I walked over to where she was sat down, and sat down beside her. She looked a little annoyed, but I didn't care.

"What was your dream about?" I asked her.

Her eyes started to tear up, and a tear slipped down her cheek.

"Nothing." Her voice cracked, and more tears ran down her face.

"If it was nothing, you wouldn't be crying."

She wiped the tears away and looked at me. "My brother. Not Rodney, my other brother, Andre. He was talking to me. Umm, he died a few years ago, was killed actually. So, seeing him in my dream was just to much."

"Oh, well, if you need anyone to talk to, I'm here." I said.

She hesitated. "Thanks."





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