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.
I cross my feet on my bed, flipping to the next page of Wuthering Heights. I lick my lips, laughing softly as I hear dad whine, "so, you agree that she shouldn't be around him?" He sounds like such a fucking baby when it comes to mom. From what I know, she's fighting with him about me. Something about being able to hang out with guys. Honestly they can both go fuck themselves because I'm going to do whatever the fuck I want no matter what they say. I roll my eyes as I hear my mom say, "we can't control who she hangs out with!"
I scoff at her. She's such a fucking hypocrite. She doesn't give a shit about what I want and what I want to do. They didn't even tell me who they are fighting about. Probably the guy next door. They both went over there this morning.
Honestly, it makes me want to talk to the fucker even more. I have seen him in his room. His window is lined up with mine. He was sitting in his office chair either reading a book or doing homework last night when I got home. He must've had a lot of shit to do if he was up at 2:30 AM. Not that I can talk, because I'm up either partying or reading too.
He really does look cute. Fuck what my dad says, I'll get to know him if I want. And for mom, fuck her even more for thinking she knows who I might want to hang with. She doesn't know two fucks about me.
"Stop! Don't finish that. God, Hardin!" I chuckle lightly at the fact they don't know we can hear them— well, mainly her. Dad is surprisingly doing a good job at keeping his volume down. It's usually him who is screaming the roof off. Auden probably can't even hear mom because he goes to bed at fucking 7:30! Who does that?
My parents have a rule to not yell in front of the kids, little do they know that these walls are thin and I can hear them in their room. Surprisingly, I have only heard angry shouts coming from their room, no moans or banging. I'm surprised they have kept their fucking volume down though. I scoff at my disgusting thoughts, and shake them away. They don't fight often though. But recently they have. About me, of course. Mom feels like dad defends her too much or some shit. I don't know. She probably should be happy he's defending her because if he wasn't here I wouldn't be living in this house. I would've ran away a long time ago. She's just so controlling and naive. It annoys the shit out of me. I can't do one thing without the fear of her judging me, or wanting to change me. Dad is different, because he actually is like me. He understands me. If I am really being honest, I'm afraid of mom knowing the real me, for fear she'll hate me just as much as I do myself—
My thoughts are quickly interrupted by something red dancing across my wall, catching my attention. I furrow my eyebrows, bending over to look for the source. Out the window, I see the neighbor boy pointing a laser into my room. I let out a small giggle as I crawl out of bed, inching myself closer to the window. The stars are out now, and the only source of light illuminating the neighbor boy's face is his small lamp by his bed.
