**YOU'RE WELCOME FOR THE EARLY UPDATE. I think I know exactly how I want this story to end whoop whoop! I think ya'll will be hella surprised. It will have about 30-31 chapters after I get the book finished including the epilogue(s). Anyway, I hope you guys enjoy this part!**

Evan's POV

My heart hurt as I escorted Scar out of the house under my father's watchful eye. Scar bent down and kissed me deeply, fully knowing that it was going to rile my father up even further.

"That's enough." My father said, causing Scar to pull away before shooting my father a challenging look. Neither of the two have spoken a word directly to the other, they've just exchanged various glares.

"I'll see you soon baby." He murmured quietly against my lips before kissing the back of my knuckles and turning to leave. I tried my best to keep the tears at bay, but it just wasn't happening. My chest jolted with my hiccoughy sobs as I watched Scar pull out of the driveway and zoom off. I could feel my father's presence as he cautiously approached me from behind, stopping only a few feet away.

"Evangeline, shut the door. You're making the house cold." He reasoned as if nothing at all had just happened. As if he didn't just force me to let someone I knew I was beginning to care greatly for go. I swallowed the lump in my throat before shutting and locking the door. I took a deep breath before beelining for the stairs, not having the strength to even look at his face right now.

"Evangeline." He called after me, but I just ignored him. Never in my life have I ever disrespected him like this, but the same could be said for what he did to me less than half an hour ago. I forced my mind to go blank as I trekked to my old bedroom, thankful that there was at least still a simple bed in it in the case that my parents had multiple guests stay the night.

Throwing myself on the bed, I contemplated offering to split rent with Tansy so I could get the fuck out of here. No way was I staying in the same house as my father. Not after what he just did. And I knew I couldn't stay with Scar, my father would never let him fight at the underground again if I did.

"Sweetheart?" My mother's quiet voice called from the doorway. I didn't respond as I further buried my head in the pillow. She moved further into the room before sitting on the edge of the bed. She placed her frail hand on my back and began lightly rubbing, the gesture having a soothing effect on me.

"Honey, I don't know what to say." She whispered out, truly sounding at a loss. "I have no idea why your father is being like this. This is worse than anything he's ever done, and that includes breaking our coffee table with Beckett's body." She said, speaking my thoughts exactly. I just shrugged my shoulders, having nothing to say back to her. What's done is done.

"I know you really liked that boy, Evan. I could see it in your eyes. You had that happy glow every woman in love gets." I scoffed at her words.

"I wasn't in love mom. Not yet atleast. Not that I'll ever get the chance to be now. I have no intention of ever being in a relationship ever again. He's ruined it for me." I spat, referring to my father as the waterworks started back up all over again. I squeezed my eyes shut to prevent them from leaking out. I'd had enough crying for the day. Hell, for the week. For the next year.

"I'll try and talk to him-"

"No." I stated vehemently, catching her off guard. "This is between dad and I. This is not your fault. He made his bed, now he can lie in it." I growled before stuffing my face back in the pillow.

"I'm so sorry honey. Are you hungry? There's some leftovers in the fridge if you'd like." She offered softly, trying to make me feel better with food as per usual. Normally it would work, but not this time.

"I don't have an appetite. I'd really just like to be alone right now, please." I rasped out. She sighed sadly before patting my back gently. I felt the bed shift as she got up and left, closing the bedroom door behind her. I wasn't sure how long I laid there in silence, until my phone dinged from next to my pillow. Sitting up I unlocked it before smiling as I read the message.

I'm really fucking pissed I have to sleep by myself tonight.

I had to giggle at the text. It was Scar's backass way of telling me he was going to miss me without typing the actual words.

You only like sleeping next to me because you get to rub your dick against my ass when you get hard in the middle of the night I replied, calling him out.

Exactly, so how am I supposed to Scar Jr. warm tonight? I rolled my eyes at the text, but couldn't keep the smile off of my face. I'd come to realize I'd rather be fighting with him about something stupid 24/7 than not be allowed to see him at all. This really fucking sucks.

Your hand? I texted cheekily, laughing quietly to myself as I sent it.

Not funny at all. Came him curt answer.

If my best friend is willing, I could see if she'd let me spend the night with you at her place? His reply came seconds later.

Then what the fuck are you waiting for? You're still due for a spanking tonight baby, and I always deliver on punishments...I bit my lip as a rush of warmth flooded between the apex of my thighs. I locked the phone and shoved it in my pocket before rushing down the stairs to talk to my mom. My parents appeared to be in a hushed argument when I entered the kitchen, no sign of Brock or any of his little friends anywhere. Taking one glance at the couch, I noticed there was a makeshift bed made. She kicked him out of their bed I thought with amusement. My mom always had my back, no matter what.

"Mom? Can I go spend the night at Tansy's?" I asked sweetly, not missing how my dad narrowed his eyes at my face from my peripheral vision. It feels like I'm in fucking high school again, not a twenty-one year old adult.

"Sure sweetheart. Just make sure you text me when you get there so I know you made it safely." She spoke with a smile. My father opened his mouth to say something, but my mother whispered harshly to him under her breathe. Whatever it was that she said made him shut his mouth instantly. I nodded and gave her a thankful smile before grabbing the keys to Brock's truck and hightailing it out of there, thankful that he must've caught a ride with one of his friends to wherever they disappeared off to.

Once I was a good five minutes away from my house, I pulled out my phone at the stop light and dialed Tansy's number.

"Hey bitch, what's up?" She answered, her voice sounding strangely similar to my mom's when she was on the phone.

"Are you home right now? Please say yes." I begged.

"I'm not, but what's up?"

"Shit. I got in a massive, and I mean massive, fight with my dad. Can I crash at your place tonight?" I asked, my voice full of desperate hope.

"Absolutely. You know the answer is always yes. The spare key is where it always is." She said. My heart warmed with love for her. She was always there for me when I needed her.

"Um, just - uh - one more thing?" I mumbled, my tone coming out high and squeaky.

"...Yes?" She drew out the word skeptically.

"Could Scar stay with me?" I rushed out. There was a pause on the other end for a few seconds before I heard a light laugh.

"I don't give a shit. Just please use protection and for the love of God, don't get any of his man juice on the sheets, I just washed them." She joked as my face turned 50 shades of red. Just like my ass will tonight I thought giddily before chastising myself for the incredibly dirty thought.

"You're the best. I seriously owe you so big. I'll see you tomorrow, kay?"

"Sure babe. Have a fun night." She giggled knowingly before ending the call. A huge smile was on my face as I called Scar next, practically bouncing in my seat with happiness.

"Hi baby." I sighed in contentment at hearing his familiar gravelly tone.

"She said yes!" I squealed.

"Send me the address, now." He ordered gruffly. I nodded before realizing how dumb I was as he couldn't see me.

"Okay." I replied breathlessly.

"And Evangeline? I want you naked when I get there. Understand?" He growled out. I could hear how turned on he was just by his voice, it caused my nipples to pebble with need.

"Okay." I half moaned, pressing my foot just the slightest bit harder on the accelerator.

**

Laying on Scar's chest, I traced patterns into his skin as I giggled at the story he just finished telling.

"I can top that." I countered back, resituating my face so I was looking up into his eyes. "My senior prom date heard about what happened to my freshman year prom date when he didn't bring me home on time. We were all hanging out at a friend's family cabin and I want to say there was about fifteen or so of us there. Anyway, my date and I were sharing a room and he was going to sleep on the floor on a blow up mattress and I was going to take the bed. He ended up going to bed earlier than I did because everyone was still up around the bonfire and I didn't want to miss out. When I got back, he was screwing my best friend in the bed I was supposed to sleep in." I said, smiling when he laughed out loud.

"At the time, it was not a laughing matter for me. I cried and ended up taking another girl's boyfriend's spot in their bed." I finished with an eye roll.

"What did he say when you confronted him about it?"

"Told me he knew he wasn't getting any from me and this girl, her name was Tasha, said she was up for it if you know what I mean. Needless to say, she and I weren't friends after that. And to think I had a crush on that guy for a year." I scoffed.

"Even so, I still have a story that can beat that one." Scar challenged with a playful smile. Shifting my body so I was straddling him, I rested my head on top of my hands on his chest.

"Let's hear it." I said.

"When I first started fighting, I was more defensive than offensive because I was so scrawny. I didn't really bulk up until about five years later, but that's unimportant. Anyway, it was my fourth or fifth match, I think, and it was against one of the more experienced guys in my area. I was already nervous because he was way out of my weight league, but Tanner had convinced me I could beat the guy since I was so fast.

"I got into the ring and was strutting my stuff a little bit, you know playing myself up to be more than I was at the time like all beginners do. I get up close and realize this guy was so much bigger than in pictures I'd seen. I thought I was going to shit my pants right then and there." He said, which caused me to burst with laughter. He pinched at my ticklish side a few times until I finally quieted down enough for him to continue. "Like I said, the guy was absolutely massive compared to me. I did a good job avoiding his hits for the first thirty seconds and then next thing I know, I'm on the ground knocked the fuck out." He chuckles as a reminiscent look washed over his face. I snorted in a teasing manner - something that he didn't particularly like. He lightly smacked my ass in retaliation, causing me to hiss and jump in pain. I was going to be feeling a reminder of his palm on my ass for at least a few days just as he'd said.

"As I was saying, although it's hard to believe, I was lanky as hell before I hit puberty. If I turned to the side, I would disappear. About a few weeks after that match, my balls dropped and nothing was ever the same. I beat the shit out of every opponent I ever went against." He joked. I traced my fingers over his lips, which were pulled up in a lazy smile. We'd been talking back and forth for the past three hours, finally having the conversation that I'd wanted to all along.

We started with dumb little things, like favorite color, food, movie, music. He told me his last name was McGuinness before explaining that he knew nothing of his grandparents except that they still lived in Ireland when they'd talked once or twice years ago. Eventually, it moved on to more personal things. What did we want in life? Who did you look up to while growing up? What was our biggest life regret? The longer we talked, the more I felt for this man. He said what he meant and he meant what he said. There was no hidden agenda behind his words or actions. He was a simple guy that I felt more than comfortable being around, and I think that's what I loved the most.

"I guess our stories are reversed in a way. When I hit my puberty, my tits and hips blew up and then I spent the rest of my life running away from fights, not seeking them out. Clearly, after today, you have a good idea of what I mean." I huffed.

Scar laughed. "I can't really fault your father, baby. If I were in his position, I would act the exact same way. Especially after the things I told him..." He said, visibly wincing.

"I can't believe you told my father those things. No, scratch that, I can't believe you were even friends with my father in the first place." I exasperated.

"He's a cool guy, Evangeline. Although, I'm not even sure if I can call him a friend after everything that's happened." He spoke on a sigh. I instantly felt bad for getting in between the two of them. It's not like I did it on purpose, though. Had I known they were buddy-buddy with each other, I would've immediately turned the other way and never given him a second glance.

Hell who am I kidding? Look at his face, yes I would have. That thought itself made me feel incredibly guilty.

"What about your dad? You haven't said anything about either of your parents yet." I responded, just now realizing his lack of input on the topic. I can't believe I didn't think to ask when he said that his biggest inspiration was Tanner's big brother, who'd left at 18 for the Navy. His body froze up instantly at my question, causing me to worry.

"I don't want to talk about that." He stated, clamming up as a mask of impassiveness took over his face.

"What? Scar you can tell me anything-"

"I said no!" He harshly growled, cutting off my soothing words of encouragement. My anger skyrocketed. Obviously sensing my change in mood, he quickly added, "If you could even begin to understand where I came from, Evangeline, you would be fucking terrified of me." He finished, his bone-chilling tone causing a shiver to run up my spine. I gulped as my anger quelled seeing the haunted look in his eyes.

"I want to know, Scar. I want to know everything about you." I murmured, finally taking the last leap off of the ledge of no return with my words. Not that I ever wanted to go back. If being with Scar was wrong, then I never wanted to be right ever again.