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.
I still haven't let the tears fall. I don't want to cry just yet. Wait until there is nobody around and then I'll let loose.
But for now, I will focus on this rock. A rock buried beneath some flowers with a landscape painted on it. Why the fuck do people do that? They paint rocks and leave them places, what's the point?
People walk past me, entering the hospital with no more than a glance at me. I'm crouched over, holding my sides so no one can see the stains on my shirt. I can hardly handle my own thoughts, I don't need people's judgmental stares too.
I am so focused on the rock that I can hardly see or hear Cole beside me calling my name until his nudges me, rather aggressively in the shoulder. "Emery." He calls again, but this time I actually look up. I still have my sides covered. I probably look sick, my arms clasped around my waist as if I'm trying to relieve the stomach pains, but I'm not having any stomach pains. It's my heart that aches.
Cole sits down beside me, leaning over so he can look at me and keep my focus. I'm probably acting crazy. Maybe because I am crazy.
I don't want to speak to him, I just want to go somewhere and sleep off everything. I want to shower this filth off and scrub the blood from my shirt until it's no more. "Why aren't you inside? Tell me what happened."
"It's nothing." I say, shaking my head. "My mom..." I try to explain, but I don't need to tell him anything. He doesn't need to know anything. "Will you take me somewhere... a hotel... or..." I'm slow when I speak, my voice low and quiet.
Cole lifts his eyebrows into a worried expression, letting out a small breath as he stares off in front of him. "Did your uh..." he shakes his head, falling silent. It takes him a moment to speak again, "I'll take you to a hotel." He finally agrees, placing his hand on my back to guide me up.
His eyes go wide when he sees the bloodstains on my shirt and in a quick motion he lifts my shirt to show my skin but I pull it down instantly. "Cole-"
"Fuck, sorry... okay." He whispers, shaking his head as he heads down the sidewalk instantly, me behind him. He's worried, I get it. His first instinct was to lift my shirt and check for wounds or some shit. His brain is probably racing with questions, but I'm glad he isn't asking them.
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COLE.
What the fuck happened? That's all I want to ask right now in this silent car ride to a hotel. But I've asked that way too many times and she still hasn't given me an answer. I get she doesn't want to tell me, but it's getting to the point that if she doesn't I might lose my entire fucking mind.
