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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HARDIN.
I stare ahead of me, watching everyone who passes, their busy feet scampering away me. Do they see Emery and I, sad expressions on our faces, Emery's shirt bloody, and wonder what happened? Do they even care enough? Probably not.
Auden is currently at Landon's. I felt terrible for having to take him there. He was freaking out because he knew I was afraid and he repeatedly asked me to just take him to see mom.
I didn't tell Auden the whole story, "listen, I'm taking you to Landon's. Mumma was in an accident and I have to go see her." I had said to him. His eyes flickered with fear and I immediately told him things would be okay.
I'm not so sure about that right now. Not only am I terrified to death about Tessa, but I'm nervous for Emery. I don't think I've ever once thought that my children would experience this. I was so certain that it was a rare enough occasion. That it'd only happen once in an unlucky kid's lifetime; that kid being me. What's the odds that a man breaks into your home and harasses your mother twice in a family? I would've never believed it until today.
I feel Emery squeeze my bicep,letting out a small sleepy groan. I look down at her. Her head is on my shoulder and her arms are wrapped around mine. I don't think she's ever been this affectionate since she cried on me in the street. This really shows how fucked up our family is.
"Mr. Scott..." I lift my head to my name and I look at the nurse with question. Anxiety fills my stomach and I rub my palms on my jeans. "Your wife is doing okay. She got out of surgery a few minutes ago. The knife wasn't long enough to cut through any important organs so we were able to stitch it up just fine. You can come see her now but she won't be talking. She's still under anaesnthsa."
I nod my head, my mind urging me to go see her but I have to wake Emery first. I debate on whether I should even let her go see her mother. I want to protect Emery and I'd hate for her to see her mother in a hospital bed, a wound patched up below her right breast.
Then again, she has seen Tessa worse off. She has her blood on her shirt for fucks sake. And maybe it'll help Emery to worry less, just like it's going to help me.
I carefully rub emery's shoulder, lifting my arm from her grasp. "Emery. Mum is awake, do you want to see her?"
I see her tired eyes lift to mine. She has uncertainty and fear in them and this is exactly what I wanted to protect her from. "You don't have to."
"No, I will." She mutters, sniffling a little as she slowly stands. I stand with her, nodding to the nurse to take us where we must go.
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EMERY.
As I walk down these halls, slowly following the nurse to my mother's room, I am reminded of the time I left the hospital. A bandage around my waste and a cast on my arm.
