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.
"Oh my god, Emery what did you do?" Mom exclaims, standing up from the table in shock as she looks at my freshly cut and straightened hair.
I roll my eyes, huffing as I sit down. "I cut my hair. Why? You don't like it?" I snap.
She stares at me for a second and I can tell she doesn't like the way I acted towards her in front of family. She always gets mad at me when I roll my eyes at her in public, or do anything remotely unkind to her in public. It's the one thing she's not afraid to yell at me for honestly. "I liked it better longer." She answers simply, sitting back down and sighing. She messes with the napkin she has in front of her.
Dad is still looking at me with a shocked expression and everyone else has their heads down because they are uncomfortable. Not my fucking fault! It's mom's.
That is not the reaction I wanted, that's for sure. I expected them to think it looked pretty and to tell me I'm pretty or some shit. That's what they do in movies and books. I sit down, my anger rising as the imaginary 'I love your hair!' story fades back into the books, never to come out into reality. "Well, fuck what you think." I say under my breath, and mom takes a deep breath, keeping her head lowered and her gaze attached to the napkin.
Dad clears his throat, finally looking away from my supposedly hideous mess of hair and onto the food on the table. "This looks fucking delicious."
I roll my eyes at the fact he can curse all he wants, but when I do it they all fall into an awkward silence. Suddenly Uncle Landon finds the courage to finally speak and asks mom about her work. Everyone grabs their share of food as mom explains her stupid ass job. Honestly, just hearing her voice is making me want to fucking explode into anger. She ruins everything. I thought they would like my decision to cut my hair and it's not like my hair is uneven or any of that shit. Addy did a very good job and I sat there for at least ten minutes with a huge grin on my face as I admired myself for the first time in a very long time. I felt like a new person, but now mom had to fucking ruin it by making me feel self conscious about it. What the fuck is wrong with her? Why the fuck do I have to listen to everything she says? Who the fuck cares if she likes my hair longer—
"Are you going to eat?" Mom asks, breaking the last thin layer of ice that was keeping my anger at bay.
"Why? Are you going to fucking force me?" I harshly remark, and she shuts her eyes the way she does when she is trying to keep her cool.
"Emery," dad begins to stand up, but mom stops him.
"Stop it, Hardin. Not here." Everyone watches their exchange, and I can't help but want to laugh at how confused they all fucking look. None of them probably know how mom and I aren't on good terms. None of them probably know how infuriating she makes me. I can't help but laugh slightly, glancing around the table at all the clueless faces. Suddenly I hear a slam and a clink of a plate and fork and I jump as I turn my stare towards my furious mom. She's standing up now, her face red with anger. "You should've asked me!"
