**Yee yee, who's excited? Yes, I will still be updating on Friday as well. I should really be studying all about Lewis Dot Structures and balancing chemical equations, but I really don't want to. Therefore, I'm going to update instead lol. Let me know what you guys think! ALSO, PIC OF THE OUTFIT EVAN WEAR'S TO HER PARENTS BELOW. 

Evan's POV

When I finally awoke from my sleep once again, it was because of the bright sun shining through the curtains, directly hitting me square in the face. I was used to sleeping in now that I'd finished my culinary arts program and didn't have to get up for school. I groaned before throwing the covers off of me and kicking my legs over the side of the mattress. Stretching my limbs out, a few inhumane pops echoed throughout the room. I couldn't remember the last time my body got this much...exercise. I was never too conscious about what I put in or did with my body, I always left the role of health nut to Ellie. She usually just ended up rubbing off on me and I would just eat whatever tasteless cardboard she stocked our apartment with.

Not letting my thoughts have the chance to derail and turn south again, I picked myself up and sauntered into Scar's kitchen.

"Who gives themselves a nickname like that?" I muttered to myself before rolling my eyes. Getting a cup of water, I noticed the singular bowl of burnt oatmeal in the sink and laughed out loud. "So that's what I was smelling earlier." I said with a shake of my head. Finishing off the glass, I took the opportunity to really get a good look at his place. It was nice in a sterile, doctor's office kind of way. The place conjured not even a single feeling of warmth, but maybe that's how he liked it. Who was I to judge?

Making my way back into the bedroom, the smell of sex lingered from last night and this morning. If it was anymore pungent, it would've made my eyes burn. Grabbing my dress and bra, I quickly put them on before frowning at my shredded thong in the corner of the room. Guess we're going commando today I thought to myself as I slipped my boots up my legs before grabbing my clutch and keys.

I was almost to the front door when it swung back open and someone who was most definitely not Scar walked in.

"Who the fuck are you?" He asked in a thick brooklyn accent, reaching back towards the waistline of his pants. He's definitely packing some heat..

"I could ask you the same thing." I challenged, taking a small step back. He eyed me up and down a few times before an evil smirk took over his face.

"You one of Scar's whores, huh?" He chuckled darkly, advancing on me so fast I didn't even have time to be scared. His fingers dug into my hip as he grasped my neck from behind in a death grip. I yelped from the pain while trying to worm away from him. What is with me and getting caught in this position with men who are twice my height and weight? He wasn't as strong as Scar, not even by a long shot, but I was weak and that would ultimately be my demise.

He forced me to walk backwards, but I could tell we weren't making our way towards Scar's room, which scared me even further.

My back hit the edge of a bed as he pinned me against it with his weight. Tears began to accumulate in my eyes as I realized the grave situation I was in. His hand slid up my thigh, but I clenched my thighs together as tight as I possibly could to stop his advancement. His hand trailed up my side to my hip as he discovered I wasn't wearing any underwear. I screamed out for help, but I knew no one would come running. I was all alone.

"Easy access, huh? I don't think Scar would mind if I had a little fun with one of his sluts, what do you think sweetheart." He laughed menacingly against my skin while trying to rip my dress off. I began to sob, still trying my hardest to fight him off. Like hell would I let him do this without putting up a fight.

"Actually, I think he fucking would." Someone growled before the weight was abruptly removed from my body. I slid off of the bed and sunk to the floor in front of it with my arms wrapped around my shaking frame as I watched Scar begin to haul the guy out of the room. He glanced over his shoulder at me before his eyes turned pitch black, and I knew it wasn't because he was turned on. I continued to cry as I heard the sickening sound of a fist connecting with someone's body over and over again. About twenty minutes later, Scar wandered back into the room to find me in the same position he left me. His shirt was splattered with blood and his knuckles were raw. I squeezed my eyes shut as he made his way to me, unable to stop my tears.

"H-he was going t-to-" I began, my voice hysterical.

"No," He stated vehemently, nostrils flaring with anger, "he wasn't because I wouldn't ever let him. C'mon, baby. Time to get you home." He said, his voice softened just the slightest bit as I nodded my head and allowed him to wrap his arms around me and help me stand. The warmth from his body seeped through the thick material of my sweater dress, providing me comfort. As we entered the living room, I could see someone's feet sticking out from behind the couch. I turned my head to get a better look, but my face was instantly jerked forward.

"Don't." He warned, not leaving any room for discussion. I swallowed the lump in my throat before nodding and continuing to let him guide me out with his arm wrapped around my back and resting on my hip. He opened the car door for me just like he had last night and shut it behind me before rounding the back of the car. When he got in, I noticed that he hadn't bothered to change his soiled shirt. The sight caused my stomach to roll, but I placed my hand over it and forced myself to think about something else.

"Where do you live?" He asked in what I was guessing was his 'gentle' voice. I cleared my throat, trying to bury my anxiety down. I rattled my address off, not even thinking about the fact that he knew where to find me. I figured if he wanted to kill or hurt me, he would've already done it by now. Pulling up to the front of my apartment complex, it was then that I realized how stupid I was.

"Oh god! Wait! What about my car? It's still parked outside of the bar! What if it got towed? Or stolen? I had to save up for it and I can't just let it-"

"Enough!" Scar yelled, cutting through my hysterics and silencing me at the same time. "Give me your keys. I'll have one of my buddies drop me off and I'll drive it back here for you." He said while holding his hand out to me. I hesitantly placed my keys in his palm before unbuckling myself and reaching to open the door when the clock on his dash caught my attention.

"Shit! It's already 12:45? You've got to be fucking kidding me!" I yelled before patting lightly smacking my palm against my forehead.

"God, now what?" He sighed while flinging his head back against the headrest.

"Could you just not right now? Please? I fucking forgot I was supposed to have lunch with my parents at 12:30 and by the time you drive me there I'm going to be at least a half hour late." I groaned.

"I'm sorry, did you just say by the time I drive you there?" He asked while pointing to himself. I gave him my best puppy dog eyes and pouty lips as he tried to refuse with a shake of his head.

"Stop that it's not going to work." He insisted while leaning back against his seat and crossing his arms over his chest. Giving me a sideways glance, he realized I was still begging.

"I mean it. Knock it off! I'm not going to fall for it." He warned. I stuck my lip out further before leaning forward and resting my chin on his shoulder that was closest to me. He growled under his breath before switching the gear into drive and easing back into traffic.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you." I murmured before kissing his cheek and then his neck right below his ear. "I owe you." I finished before sitting back and re-buckling myself, crossing one leg over the other.

"You bet your ass you do. You better hope your pussy isn't still sore later tonight because it's mine when I'm done with the shit I gotta do today." He grunted. I rolled my eyes at him before telling him the restaurant I needed dropped off at. He gave an unamused snort at the name of the place, but didn't say anything further.

"Wait, why did you end up coming back this morning?" I asked the one question I'd been dying to know the answer to.

"I totally forgot Krutch was coming over with a check for me and didn't want him to see you there. Obviously that plan went to shit." He muttered darkly to himself as his body tensed and his knuckles whitened as he clutched the steering wheel tightly. I dropped the subject completely, not wanting to think about what took place this morning any further.

As I expected, I was just over thirty minutes late. My mother was never going to let me live that down, let alone the fact that my hair was a tangled almost-dry mess, I had no makeup on, and I was clearly re-wearing my outfit based on the heavy wrinkling all over the material. Yeah, this should be good.

"Just a table for one, ma'am?" The hostess asked while giving me a judgemental look. I schooled my face into a hard, uncaring expression. I was often told this made me look just like my father.

"No, my parents are already here." I explained before ignoring her completely as I walked around her stupid podium in order to seat myself. Finding my dad amongst the crowd of people first, I began making my way over to them. Butterflies swarmed in my stomach as I prayed they wouldn't question me too much about my tardiness or appearance. I pulled out my chair across from them and winced as my mom shot me a furious look.

"Evangeline Carmichael, where the heck have you been?" She demanded quietly as to not cause too much of a scene. I cleared my throat before shuffling around in my seat. I took a drink of the water they must've ordered me as I contemplated what I was going to say. I could lie and tell them I was hanging out with friends instead of telling them the truth; that I met someone. Whether they needed to know that this someone was just a...fuckbuddy? That part didn't concern them. I just didn't want to end up in Ellie's shoes when everything blew up in her face because of her secrecy.

"Um, I went out for a little bit last night and got a little carried away." There, kinda the truth but not the whole truth. Perfect.

"Why do you smell like you've been using your brother's body wash again?" My dad asked after leaning towards me and taking a subtle whiff. My face turned beet red as I swatted him away.

"God, that was one time! One time! It's not like I wanted to use Brock's fucking shampoo and shit, my shower was broken and I forgot my own. When is that joke going to die?" I exasperated, frustration lacing my tone causing my dad to laugh. It was one of the many things he loved to poke fun at me for.

"Calm down, sweetheart. I was just teasing. Now, why do you look like you just rolled out of bed and threw on the first dirty thing on your floor?" He asked before taking a small sip of his glass of scotch. Mom must've been in a good mood when they first showed up.

"Because I did." At least that was a 100% truthful answer. I flagged our waitress over to order something different to drink, knowing my parents had probably already ordered my usual. We didn't come here that often because it was a little uptight and ritzy for our liking, but the food was good and I never strayed from what I normally order no matter where we go.

Lunch was nice as we held a few short conversations here and there between bites of our meals. We were almost finished when the bitchy hostess from before approached our table with a smug smile directed at me.

"Ma'am, a gentlemen just dropped these off and asked me to give them to you. He also wanted me to tell you he'll be over tonight around eight." She said with a sickly sweet voice before setting my car keys down on the table. If looks could kill, this bitch would've been dead a million times over from the daggers I was shooting at her with my eyes. I gripped the edges of the table and dug my nails in to keep myself from getting up and beating the living shit out of her little preppy ass.

"Evangeline." My father's deep voice rumbled out across from me. I swallowed the large lump that'd formed in my throat before taking a peek at him in my peripheral. Oh no. He said my full name. This is bad. This is very, very bad. My heart started to beat a mile a minute as I righted myself in my seat and faced him head on.

"Y-yes, dad?" I asked, putting on my absolute best puppy dog eyes I could muster. He just shook his head at me as he took deep breaths in through his nose and out his mouth. He threw two hundred dollar bills on the table, never breaking eye contact with me. I shrunk back in my seat, feeling helpless with the situation I was in.

"Go home and change. I expect to see you at our house within the hour." He demanded with controlled fury before pulling my mom along with him as they exited the restaurant. I rubbed at my face harshly before grabbing my clutch and keys and slowly making my way out of the restaurant. Seeing the bitch who caused me all this trouble had my temper flaring dangerously. Everyone always said that was one thing I definitely got from my dad. She was in the middle of speaking with a large family of eight when I interrupted her.

"Hey, by the way, don't worry about that wart you know...down there." I spoke in a stage whisper. "I'm sure it'll go away in no time!" I beamed with a friendly smile before winking at her bright red face and making my way to my car.

Getting in, I screamed as the sound of music caught me off guard. Whipping my gaze towards the radio, I gawked at the lit up screen. I pressed a few random buttons here and there and, sure enough, they all worked. I gave a short laugh of surprise before a small post it note attached to my rearview mirror caught my attention. Pulling it off, I rolled my eyes at the message.

I expect good head tonight for fixing that shit

- Scar

Shifting my car into reverse, I quickly made my way home and changed into a thick sweater and vest with a pair of leggings and boots. I spritzed myself with a shit load of perfume to get rid of the smell of whatever shampoo of Scar's I'd used before putting my hair half up and leaving once again.

My anxiety seemed to grow with every mile until I was a ball of bundled nerves pulling into my parents driveway. Releasing a shaky breath I watched as my mom opened the front door and peeked her head out, waiting for me. Saying a silent prayer, I got out and made myself busy with locking my car before pulling on the handle a few times to really be sure.

"Evan, sweetie, c'mon. It won't be that bad." She called out to me. I made my way to where she was leant up against the door frame and scoffed at what she'd said.

"Says you, mom. He has to be nice to you, you're screwing him." I stated matter-of-factly. She rolled her eyes at me before giving me a hug and kiss on the cheek.

"He's in-"

"His office, I know." I said, cutting her off before she could finish her sentence. I slipped my shoes off before making my way upstairs, counting every step I took. I rapped my knuckles against the thick wooden door, the noise seeming to be louder than usual.

"Come in." My father's voice called out in the distance. I took a deep breath before pushing the door open and resting against it once it was closed.

"Dad." I murmured quietly. He glanced up at me over his reading glasses before slumping back in his chair and removing them. I took a seat in one of the chairs I helped pick out when I was younger, watching as he rubbed the bridge of his nose. He looked exhausted and stressed, something that instantly made me feel bad. I averted my gaze to my hands in my lap, unable to meet his saddened eyes.

"Do you want to tell me what's going on?" He asked while studying me with those intrusive eyes. I just shrugged, not uttering a single word.

"Your mother and I are worried about you." He said, causing my eyes to blur with tears. "You've been distant the past two weeks. Not answering your mother's calls and avoiding Ellie, too." He stated knowingly. I just nodded my head as he finished listing all of my offenses.

"What's going on, honey? You used to tell me everything." He rasped out, a slight trace of pain in his voice.

"I'm trying to figure out the answer to that question myself." I confessed as my tears finally cascaded down my cheeks. Cradling my face in my hands, I began to cry as my emotions got the best of me. I heard rather than saw him get up from his chair before he took me into his warm embrace and rocked me back and forth as I began blubbering in his hold. He kissed my temple before patting the top of my head gently with his hand in a fatherly gesture.

"Well, when you do find the answer, let me know. I'll always be here for you. No matter how old you get." He whispered, voice strained with emotion. I just hugged him tighter, grateful for having such an amazing father in my life.