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.
"Fuck, fuck." I whine, my breath catching into my throat making it hard to breath. "Mom. Stop. Mom."
All I see is the white of her eyes now tinted red and her still as stone pupils looking straight up at the ceiling. My hand is pressed to her wound, while her fingers are limply wrapped around my wrist, only minutes ago she was squeezing so hard it cut off my circulation. Her breath is no longer as raspy and heavy as it was. It's quiet. Silent.
the salty taste of my tears mixes with the metal taste from my nose. Her body is so still it's traumatizing.
"Mom, stop!" I scream as if it'll change anything. "Stop it!"
Please stop...
"Stop!" I gasp, before letting out an aggressive gust of breath, my shoulders lifting up and down with my quick breaths as I quickly cover my cold chest with the blanket.
I see Cole beside me fling himself up with me, his arm going behind me and grabbing the blanket so he can prop himself up. He kisses my shoulder and it warms the small portion on my shoulder. "Hey..." he mumbles, his forehead landing onto my shoulder which is still hopping up and down. His warm hand goes to my other shoulder to keep them still and he scoots a little closer. "It's a dream." He mutters.
I make sounds that I can't even interpret myself as I search my breath and once I can finally think properly I say, "I-I- I know. I just um... I didn't know until I woke up." My voice squeaks and I feel Cole's soft hand rub my arm from the top of my shoulder down to my elbow and back up again.
Just the sound to his skin on mine soothes me. I like that sound. The kind of wsh sound. It almost sounds like a continuous wave. "You're okay."
I almost fall back asleep with the feeling of his hands. I lean my head down on his. "H'okay." I answer breathlessly, sniffling as I slowly lay back down, giving him time to remove his hand from my shoulders. He doesn't.
He leans down with me, his head still attached to my left shoulder, his right arm now under my neck as he embraces me. He lets out a content breath. The kind of breath you let out when you are comfortable and ready to finally close your eyes for good for the night.
I let out the same breath, a smile following close behind as I shut my eyes. When I have nightmares, I usually have to stay up after them. But with Cole... I feel safe enough to sleep again. Because I know he'll be here when I wake. It's comforting.
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I let out a tired complaining moan when I hear some stupid asshole pass the hotel with their loud-ass engine. Fucking slow down, you dick! Some of us want to sleep.
