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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EMERY.
"Hey..." I speak up, making both, dad and mom, turn towards me. Dad immediately gives me a small smile and he walks over and pulls me into a hug.
"Loosen up, she's fine." He whispers and I nod my head, inwardly beating myself up for looking so damn uncomfortable. "I'll be outside." He explains aloud, giving mom a warm smile before pushing the door open.
Shit... I hope dad and Cole don't fight in the hall. That would be fucking terrible.
"How are you feeling?" Mom asks immediately once dad leaves and I shrug my shoulders. Shouldn't I be asking her that?
"I'm fine." I reply, shaking off my nerves and sitting down in the seat beside the window. It's quiet for a moment, mom's eyes following my movements. "I'm sorry about everything..." I suddenly blurt out. Did I plan to apologize? No, not really. I am sorry, but apologizing makes everything dramatic. I guess my mind had other plans I wasn't aware of.
"It wasn't your fault." She gulps and turns her head to look at the ceiling. "You couldn't have known someone was going to break in."
I freeze, my lips opening in shock. She doesn't know? She hasn't pieced the puzzle together? Well fuck, that's why she wanted me to visit her. She hasn't even found out the worst of it. "I know but..." I trail off, deciding whether or not to tell her the truth, "I should've stopped him whether I knew he was there or not." I can't help but hear the shakiness in my voice. There is no way she doesn't hear it too.
She doesn't answer me for quite some time. I can see the gears turning in her head. "He's dead now." She says, "a cop came and told us he fell on his knife and they couldn't save him. The knife had damaged too much to fix... or something like that."
I sigh with relief, a small smile surfacing onto my face. "Good." I feel a big weight being lifted from my shoulders and I sink down into my chair. She gives me a frown, an expression saying, 'why would you think that is good?' She doesn't understand what a relief it is to me. If anything, She should be relieved too. He did stab her in the fucking abdomen.
She stares at me for a moment, scanning my attire, my attitude, and probably all my goddamn flaws. I don't feel bothered like I would've a few days ago. "You knew him, didn't you?" She questions, but she says it as if it's a fact.
I feel guilt spread through my chest and all throughout my body and I move uncomfortably on my seat. I take a deep breath to maybe defuse the spark of regret and guilt. I nod my head vigorously as I feel tears come to my eyes. I keep my mouth shut, because I know if I open it, only sobs would come out. What the fuck happened to being the emotionless one in the family?
"It's okay." She says in a whiney voice, reaching for my hand. I can see tears form in her eyes, or at least I think they do. My eyes are brimmed with tears, making my vision blurry. "It's over now, it doesn't matter anymore, okay?" She pauses and I nod my head, "it was not your fault, Emery." She says a little more sternly and I nod my head again. I wish she'd just stop talking. She's making it harder to hold these tears in. She sighs and looks at the ceiling. "I feel bad for your father. This has already happened before..." she quickly looks over at me with realization and she shakes her head, "never mind. He probably would want to tell you himself."
