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.
"What the fuck, Hardin!" She yells once we are in the security of the basement.
"What? I don't even know what we're fighting about." Honestly, I don't. I could guess and say maybe Auden misinterpreted 'flirt with all the girls' for 'date all the girls at once.' But I don't want to say that.
She scoffs, "of course you don't. Because you don't think he's doing anything wrong."
"Well, I don't know what he's doing!"
"Stop playing innocent, Hardin. He has three dates with three different people." She explains, and I furrow my eyebrows.
"Why is that wrong? He could just choose which one he likes best."
"Because they will be heartbroken!" She shouts, her face getting heated. Maybe I should just shut my mouth... "fuck, Hardin!" She shakes her head, walking over to the couch in the corner and sitting down. She covers her face with her hands. Fuck...
"I didn't think he'd take it seriously." I walk towards her.
"Well, he did. And I don't know how to fix this without breaking someone's heart."
"It's not yours to fix." I say, trying to make her feel better. I sit down beside her and she lifts her head to look at me.
"You're right. You have to fix it." She was looking at me as if she was about to cry, but now she is looking as if she is sure of herself.
"Well... I didn't say that-" she interrupts me.
"You have to go tell him that he can't date every single girl in his grade. And you have to make him break up with at least two of the girls."
I sigh, "can't he just have some fun?"
"Fuck no, Hardin! That isn't fun, and we have to teach him that that's not how you have fun or he'll end up sex taping a girl and showing the whole school." Ouch. What a way to bring that up. She is right though.
"I know..." I run a hand through my hair as I lean back against the couch. "It's just that I don't know any better. It's me who is teaching him how to be a man. And that's all I know, so you shouldn't get mad at me for teaching the guy the only thing I grew up knowing."
"Well, you became a drunk, you hated everyone, and you fucked every girl in sight. Do you really want that for him?" I feel a soft pang in my heart at how I was back then; that Tessa had to witness me like that. I wish I could just stop trying, and get away from the overwhelming responsibilities of being a dad. I wish my children wouldn't listen to everything I say, and follow my actions. It makes me want to fucking lock myself in my room and never see them again so maybe, just maybe they won't act like me. Maybe if I wasn't in their life they would be different. For the better.
But of course, I would never do that. I won't leave them like Ken left me. It fucking hurts just thinking about it.
And these are the exact feelings I don't want Tessa to know. She would think I'm a total asshole if she knew. She might even realize that what I'm saying makes sense and leave me and take the kids with her. That would not be fucking fun. I would kill myself, because I've invested my whole life into this family and into Tessa. If they all just woke up one day and decided to walk away, my life would go with them and I would be here, lifeless, most likely hanging from a tree.
