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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I glance through the window like a fucking stalker. I know that's insane, but who says I'm not? I'm a man of my word. If you ever go behind my back, I fucking bite back.
I see a woman, middle-aged, doing the dishes inside. Dumb bitch she is for leaving the curtains open. I can see every single thing she's doing. It's the morning, but the sun has barely made it to the horizon being that it's 6:45, making the window glow brightly like a movie theater screen, displaying this woman's life in 3D.
After a few minutes, I see a man appearing to be in a hurry, nudging a little boy to rush with him. I see him walk towards the window I am peaking inside of and I duck down. That's when I hear the front door open and chatter flows through the early morning air and into my ears. "Hurry, Auden." A British man fusses, "We're going to be late."
I hear the man's boots clump onto the wooden porch, the little boy following shortly after. The car door shuts. The engine turns on. The sound of rocks scratching the concrete fill my ears. And then, the sound of the engine getting further away from the house, bringing me satisfaction. I look through the window again, watching the woman.
She brushes her blonde curls from her face, her hot as fuck grayish blue eyes falling onto a phone on the counter. She lets out a breath as she picks up the phone, her soft plump lips forming a pout. She then taps onto the screen bringing it to her ear.
It's muffled but I can make out a few words. "Hey, honey." She says, crossing her arm over her stomach and holding her elbow. "Your father... new glasses and left his phone..." she then turns around, facing the stove, enabling me from hearing further.
It takes her a couple minute to end her discussion with, who I am guessing is my target, and places the phone onto the counter.
I watch as her white teeth clasp her bottom lip into her mouth, her face turning a faded shade of red. She covers her mouth as she lets out a small sob, placing her elbows onto the counter and covering her face.
What a broken family. Ho-hum. If my target isn't here, I'll have to go for the second best.
Her mother.
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HARDIN.
"Damn it, Auden! Why did you have to take so long to get ready? Now we're going to be late to pick up your subscription. Let alone having to drive ten minutes to a store for your actual goddamn glasses." I glance over at the elbow rest and scoff. "And I forgot my fucking phone!" I shout, slamming my hand onto the steering wheel. I look over at a pouty faced Auden, his arms cross and his head rested on the window. I press my lips together, "I'm sorry, Aud. I'm just exhausted. I didn't sleep at all last night."
"It's okay." Auden mutters, sinking further into his seat. "I didn't want to wake up."
"Well, sometimes we have to do stuff we don't want to do." I say, rolling my eyes.
