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.
Once aunt Nora left, it was well after 6:00 o'clock. It took her a while to calm down. I don't blame her, but I made sure to stay out of her way. Upset people make me nervous, and worst of all, it's my fault she's crying in the first place. If I hadn't told Addy to run away, none of this would be happening.
I'd go upstairs and read After but that book is so fucking depressing and that's miles from what I need right now. There's also Jane Eyre. I have four chapters left until the ending.
Instead of moving an inch from the kitchen counter, I grab an orange from the orange bowl in the center of the table. I take my time peeling it due to the terrible feeling in my gut. Today has been the worst day of this week. Today is the day that all of my mistakes have caught up to me and they are now beating me down with a thousand bricks to my head. Just instead of a concussion, I am repeatedly getting hit in the stomach.
I look down at the counter, feeling my eyes begin to ache. It's about time for me to cry about this. About losing Cole, about losing Addy. Both, all my fault. I try to hold it together, because although everyone is upstairs getting ready for bed, they could easily walk down here and see me.
I need a drink. That's what I need. I need something to numb the pain. Maybe I can sneak back out here once everyone is asleep and drown myself in alcohol for the night. Honestly, I don't care if they catch me and smell my breath, or walk in on me tomorrow with a hangover and shake their heads disappointingly. Everyone already is disappointed in me. There's nothing I can do to change that. I might as well own it. I take a deep breath, forcing my tears to stay where they are. I'm the strong one in this house, and I plan to keep it that way.
I look up, glancing out the living room window. The curtains haven't been drawn yet, meaning my parents are definitely coming back down here. I decide I now have enough strength to stumble my way up to my room. I'll come back downstairs when everyone is asleep to get the alcohol.
I shut my door and immediately look out my window. Cole's curtains are drawn, giving me no access to his room. Of fucking course.
I look away from his room, quickly drawing my curtains as well. I can't bare looking at his curtains knowing that he's probably sitting in his room brooding about our fight.
I collapse onto my bed, burying my head under my pillows and shutting my eyes. My throat is aching from holding back the sobs, but I don't want to cry. Even locked away safe in my room. My phone rings on the nightstand and it takes everything in me to pick my head up and look. My stomach is destroying itself from the inside out.
My heart seems to lift at the sight of Addy's name and I'm quick when I dart my hand out to grab my phone. "Hello?" My voice sounds frantic and I sniffle away my now stuffy nose.
