This is a Hardin x Tessa fan fiction, although focuses mostly on their daughter Emery Scott.
Finished writing: March 25, 2021.
Posting schedule: Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday.
It is written in first person, present tense, and has many point of vi...
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COLE.
The rocks below my tires scratch the pavement as I pull into Emery's parking lot. It now only has a few cops there, but they are sitting in their cars conversing about random stuff. They are probably waiting for Mr. Scott to get home.
My assumptions are proven right when all three of them turn their heads to my vehicle and one begins to walk to us. I hear Emery sigh and she rolls her eyes. "I don't want to talk to them." She mutters and I shake my head.
I reach for the door handle and open my door. "You don't have to." I mutter back and walk towards the cop.
"Are you Mr. Scott?" The officer asks and I shake my head.
"No, but that's his daughter in there." I jab my thumb back behind me towards my father's truck. "We're just here to get her stuff. It's fine if we go upstairs?" I question and he nods. I had already gotten some stuff for me. My mom is at work and my father is up in his bedroom asleep.
"Of course, that's why I wanted to speak to Mr. Scott. He hasn't answered his phone. I told him I'd call him when we finished up here. If you see him will you tell him I suggest he stays somewhere else for a couple days while we get this place cleaned up?"
"Of course. You have a great day." I wave my hand, cringing at the noticeable accent that slips. I seem to speak more country accented when I'm nervous. I grew up around many farm lands. They also spoke with a small accent. I'm sure that's where I got it from.
I turn around and lean my elbows onto the passenger side door window. "He said we can go inside and get your clothes. Are you sure you want to do this?"
Emery nods, a soft smile capturing her lips. "Yeah. I can't just walk around naked. No matter how much you might like that." She teases and I look down with a huff. I know she's trying to lighten the mood but all I can picture are those bruises on her lower back.
I look back up once the red blush fades and I lift my eyebrows. "Do you want me to go in with you?"
She frowns, staring off towards the front door. "I don't know if I want to go in at all..." she trails off and I can see her gulp.
I lick my lips, wetting them before speaking again, "I'll go in for you." I offer, rolling my eyes at how fucking crazy that would be. It's her house. Also, she knows where everything is, how am I supposed to get what she needs without her?
"Will you?" She lifts her eyebrows and I'm shocked. I didn't think she'd actually take my offer. She's such a private person... well, sort of. She's okay with me touching her and getting in her personal space but she has never been one to let me into her personal shit. She's okay with me going into her house without her? "Once you get upstairs, my room is straight down the hall. Get my brush, toothbrush, and a few bras and panties..." she pauses, "and of course one or two shirts and jeans." She rambles, listing off things with her fingers.
