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...
For clarification, this is supposed to be Emery ^.
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COLE.
My plan did not go as I planned. Emery wasn't supposed to be involved but I did plan to hit him. Of course, I meant to hit him in front of everybody so I could get someone to call the police for me. And yes, I did take into consideration that no one would care to call the police, which is why I was going to make sure Tailey and Marisa were in the room. I know one of them would give in to calling 911. They have something good inside of them, I can tell.
But this works too.
Once I hang up with the police I let myself slouch onto the floor, my head hanging from my shoulders as I begin to feel my headache. In movies, police check for fingerprints, which is why I planned ahead and brought gloves. My cousin back in New Hampshire is a druggy and, I'm not proud of it, but I bought some not too long after Lilly died. I planned to use the drugs to overdose and off myself like Lilly did, but never got the courage to. Now, they can have a good use.
I lift my head as I see two people coming up the stairs. They stare at me for a small second before giggling and running into a room. They are like little children. God, I can't wait to leave this shit hole.
I begin to hear sirens coming from the distance and I sigh with relief. The couple that just went inside the room run out with only their undergarments on and run downstairs. I huff, shaking my head at them.
As the sirens get closer my anxiety grows stronger. I hope Emery made it home.
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It's late when I get home. My body is aching and I'm not looking forward to the discussion my mom and I will have about my face. It's not that bad.
My left eye is swollen, my nose is beaten with a bit of dried blood under it, and the left side of my chin is busted. Why couldn't he have used both of his hands? Why did he have to constantly hit my left? Now I'll be deformed, I'm sure of it.
I slowly get out of my dad's truck, my back also aching because of a couple hits. As I approach my porch I see a figure sitting on the steps. I immediately know who it is.
"Please go home Emery." I say monotone, not wanting to deal with her.
"What the fuck was that?" She snaps, getting up from the porch. Ignoring me? Fine.
I walk right past her and towards my front door, but she stops me by grabbing my wrist. I quickly turn around, pulling it from her grasp. "Fuck, Emery. Watch it! I'm already beaten up enough."
