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.
The water feels phenomenal on my skin. It tingles on the top of my head and down my back, calming me immensely.
It's satisfying to watch the red blood cascade down my body from my hair, where I dug my hands through. I don't even remember running my fingers through my hair while I was hovered over mom. All I remember was her eyes and mouth only partly open and the blood... so much blood on her chest and abdomen.
It almost hurts to see the blood flow into the drain. That's my mother's blood. My mother's blood was clotted into my hair and now, with the warm water's help, has broke free, fleeing into the sewer, traveling further and further away from where it belongs.
I need to try and get my mind off of my mother. I need to think of something nice and calming. The only thing nice and calming in my life right now is Cole and I don't want to think about him either.
I feel slightly guilty for not opening up to him. I know he's worried as fuck but I just can't tell him. I don't know if I'm afraid of him looking down on me, or if I'm afraid of him looking down on himself, because he is involved in all of this shit too.
He somewhat made this happen, but it all narrows down to me. My fault. I'm the one who took Chris's words as truth and took those "free" drugs, I'm the one who told Cole about the stupid 'fuck contract' (that's what Cole calls it) and I'm the one Chris was searching for.
Suddenly a loud sob escapes my lips, so sudden that it even surprises me. I guess I just can't hold it in anymore. Luckily I'm alone, in the security of the bathroom, with the water hitting the tiles, muting my cries.
My hand leans onto the white tiled wall, my forehead following suit. The water hits the back of my neck, running across my cheeks and down to my lips. It tastes a little salty from my tears, but I don't give a shit. I just spit it out and continue to bawl like a fucking baby.
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COLE.
I watch my crossed feet twitch in front of me, my fingers also playing with themselves to keep myself occupied. The TV is on in the corner, but that isn't keeping me distracted.
I want to know what happened as soon as possible. I don't care if I have to nag the hell out of her, I need to know. I need to know so I can discover whether or not I can fix it.
I probably can't fix it, but I'd like to fucking know anyways. Once I've made the decision to immediately ask her what happened, she walks out of the bathroom with a towel on and bloodshot eyes.
That could be the hot water's doing. Then again, she could have also been crying in there. I seem to forget my small promise I made to myself and Emery mumbles, "I don't have any clothes."
