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 fuck.
What do I do? Even my mom, out of all the people, is telling me I should go with him. I've lost my chance though, haven't I? I totally have. There's no way he'd say yes to me now, not after me telling him no the first time.
I wouldn't be surprised if what he was dribbling down inside of his room was a hate letter to me, or maybe even an anger-driven song he just couldn't hold in. Yeah, that's probably it.
And if that isn't what it is, then there has to be some sort of catch. Maybe this is all a joke. Or a way to get away from me for good. He was probably relieved when I said no. If I showed up to his doorstep telling him I changed my mind, he'll probably feel stuck— bothered is a better word. Bothered.
I absolutely hate bothering the people I care about. And he has made it very damn difficult to not care about him.
The ceiling fan is shifting through the air. I'm trying to keep focus on one fan blade but it's difficult. I'm focusing so hard that the back of my eyes are starting to hurt. I'm going to get a headache.
I keep taking glances out my window towards Cole's but he is long gone now. He left about nine hours ago. Probably back to that hotel we were in. He's leaving tomorrow— or this morning since it's 5:24 AM. He is probably leaving in the morning, but how am I supposed to know? See, even if I wanted to pop in uninvited, I couldn't. I don't even know when he's leaving the damn state.
I rub my eyes, trying to keep them open. I don't want to go to sleep. I have this odd feeling that if I close my eyes I'm going to miss something important. There's nothing to miss though. I've already fucked up my chance.
I jump when I feel my phone vibrate from under my pillow, making a loud ding sound. Fuck, why does that always scare me? I'm not used to people texting me and when I usually get texts it's just Chris being an annoying fuck. Thank god he can't do that anymore. I can't help but feel a small sting in my heart, knowing that he is no longer in this world anymore. It's only small and it's gone in less than a second.
I drag my phone out from under my pillow, squinting my eyes at the bright screen.
(555)-431-8191: if you change your mind, we're leaving at 6:30 for the airport, the plane is leaving at 8:30. Bring clothes 🤩
I huff out a scoff at the ending, as if this isn't such a big decision for me. He has no idea what he's doing to me, I'm sure of it.
I let out a sigh as I place my phone back on my chest. I can't. I can't do it to mom and dad. Even Auden, that little brat. I begin to list reasons why I shouldn't go,
