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.
Auden leaves with a frown, and dad and mom trail inside my small ass room and sit on my bed. "What is this? A fucking party now?"
Dad chuckles as mom frowns. This is a great example of two different people. "We just wanted to talk to you, honey." Mom says.
I take a deep breath to stop my nerves. I hold both my hands over my knees, tucked up against my chest, so I don't shake. "Yeah, you've been distant lately and we want to know what's up." Dad adds.
I let out my breath, relieved that they don't actually know anything. Fuck, but they are suspicious... "what are you talking about?"
Dad opens his mouth to speak but mom beats him, "most parents don't know what their child is feeling. They aren't involved enough, or they're too busy to sit down and request a mental check. We don't want to be those parents, so if you aren't going to come to us then we are going to come to you." She says, ending her long ass speech. "What's wrong?"
I roll my eyes. They are so fucking annoying. Can't they stay out of my fucking business? Don't they understand that I don't want them to be involved!? The last time they were involved in my shit, it didn't end fucking well! "I said, nothing is fucking wrong." I say slowly, and I look at my dads tattoo on his arm to avoid eye contact.
Mom sighs and dad looks up at her. God, why can't they stop being so fucking secretive. Just tell me what you're thinking, damnit! They don't need to fucking sugar coat their words in front of me as if I'm a ticking time bomb about to explode. Jokes on them, I've already fucking exploded a long time ago.
"Well..." my dad trails off as he pulls a book out of his bag that I just now realize he's holding. "In that case..." He trails off again. Get your fucking words out! He reaches out, showing me a medium size book. "I want you to read this. You don't have to, but we'd really like it if you did."
In his hands is his first After book. After by Hardin Scott. God, that's... why would they want me to read this? "Why?" I whisper, my eyes glued to the cover.
Dad, seeing I have no attempt to grab ahold of it, lays it down onto the blanket in front of me. "Well, at first I was going to give you the last book, Before, because it has a little bit of my experiences before I met your mum, but then I'd feel bad for not giving you the first book. Once you are done reading this one, I'll get you the entire series if you want it."
That makes sense... I guess. But why does he want me to know his past experiences? Why doesn't he just fucking speak to me about them? And why the hell would I want to read his books? "Why would I want to read your books?" I speak my mind, and when I look up at him a see his hurt expression. Damn it...
"Like I said, you don't have to." He replies, and I look up to see mom smiling softly.
"All of those are true events too. There are some things we want you to skip-" mom begins. Here we fucking go...
