**THIS IS THE MOMENT YOU HAVE ALL BEEN WAITING FOR! It was just too mean of me to leave ya'll hanging after the last chapter. But be warned this one has a hella cliffy and I'm not doing a triple update today so MAKE THIS SHIT LAST YOU FOR AT LEAST A WEEK lol. Hope ya'll enjoy!!**

Evan's POV

Scar wrapped a possessive arm around my waist as he escorted me into the bar. I had a feeling he knew how excited I was for later as he kept nudging my shirt up and skimming his fingers against my bare skin, teasing me to the point of desperation.

Entering the building, I mumbled that I was going to get a drink as I could see someone waving Scar over to their table. He kissed my temple before telling me what he wanted and sauntering off to join his friends. I glanced over my shoulder as I waited patiently, scanning the people he was with and coming up short. I didn't know anyone he was with. This should be fun.

"Back for trouble?" Someone's amused voice asked. I looked up to meet the same familiar gray eyes of the bartender from that night a week ago. I scoffed playfully before laughing.

"No, trouble seems to just find me now." I answered honestly.

"I can see that." He replied as I saw him eyeing Scar, who I noticed was now glaring daggers at the guy.

"What's your name?" I asked, trying to be friendly and keep the conversation light.

"Jamison, but everyone here just calls me J. Here's your drinks, now run along before he breaks every bone in my body for just looking at you." He chuckled while sliding Scar and I's glasses towards me. I smiled before rolling my eyes and saying a quick thank you. I didn't have to push my way through the crowd tonight like I did the first time I came here. I had an inkling of a feeling that it had something to do with showing up on Scar's arm, but I brushed the thought off.

Setting Scar's beer down in front of him, I made a move to occupy the chair next to him, but he had other plans. Grabbing my hips, he pulled me down onto his lap before wrapping a possessive arm around my waist and peppering my neck with kisses. I knew he was staking his claim in front of everyone, but I really didn't care. He could claim me all he wanted. I giggled and shoved his face away before him and his friends started bullshitting back and forth. I shifted, getting more comfortable as he continued to rub my upper thigh through my jeans, his heat transferring through the thick material, warming me instantly.

"You gonna introduce us, Scar?" One of the guys with a full beard and red hair asked as the other ten or so guys examined me from my spot before nodding in agreement.

"Sure. Boys, this is mine." He stated frankly before taking a long swig of his beer. I just laughed at him before giving the rest of the guys a helpless shrug. Should I have yelled at him? Probably. Am I going to? Fuck no. He's so sexy when he gets territorial.

"Word on the street is you come from the land of waxed pussies and fake tits.." The redhead laughed with a challenging glint in his eyes, obviously trying to rile me up. If he thought I was taking his shit, he was sorely mistaken. The only shit I take is Scar's, and that's because his usual version of an apology - if you want to even count it as that - comes in the form of eating me out until I can't even see straight. It's a compromise. Scar didn't say anything, just surveyed the situation at hand, clearly assessing whether he should step in or not.

I could see that the majority of the guys around us were sporting the same off standish attitude around me as he was, he was just the only one brave enough to voice his opinion in front of Scar.

Scrunching my face up into a sarcastic smile, I gave him my best fake laugh. "How would you know they're all waxed and made of plastic? You've probably never been lucky enough to fuck one of us." I spat, a menacing smile on my face. Scar burst out laughing from behind me as everyone followed suit.

"You're a real fucking bitch." The guy spat back at me, clearly upset that I made him look bad in front of his little posse. Scar's fingers tensed against my skin and I knew he was about to blow up on the guy, but I cut him off before he had the chance.

"And red hair is a genetic mutation, are we done stating facts?" I asked syrupy sweet this time, causing everyone to howl with laughter once again. This time, the guy joined in before shaking his head at me in disbelief.

"Where did you even find this one?" He asked Scar with astonishment as he jutted his thumb out in my direction. Someone's hand smacking harshly against the tabletop caused me and the other guys around me to jump with fright.

"What. The. Fuck." My father's sneered while looking back and forth between Scar and I. My face paled instantly and I felt like I was going to vomit. No one spoke as all of the attention in the room seemed to be focused on us three.

"What are you doing here?" I squeaked out, avoiding the numerous confused looks I was getting from pretty much half the building. This is so bad.

"What am I doing here? How about what are you doing here, Evangeline." My father hissed, neck red with anger as the vein on his forehead began to throb. I fidgeted in Scar's lap, on the verge of a nervous breakdown.

"Dad, I swear I was going to tell you." I rushed out, ignoring the shocked intake of breath from everyone at our table as well as Scar's body freezing as he whispered out a hushed fuck!

"He's your fucking father?" The guy to my right yelled, flabbergasted. I wanted to punch him in the throat as the entire place went completely silent, so much so you could've heard a pin drop. Clearly my dad's never talked about his family with any of these people before. Not that I'm surprised considering the harsh welcome I'd gotten and the fact that he always told us to stay away from this shit.

"Dad, please. Just calm down. How about we leave and have a talk?" I insisted, frantically trying to get the situation under control and keep my father's hands off of Scar and vice versa.

"Talk? You want to fucking talk, Evan?" He growled, shoving himself away from the table and pacing the small space in front of the table. Wiping a rough hand down his face, he faced me while placing his hands on his hips as his eyes hardened even further. "Does your mother know?" He asked, his tone already accusatory as he knew what the answer was going to be before I even opened my mouth.

"Yes, but you have to give me a chance to explain!" I begged, moving to try and get off of Scar's lap. He refused to let his hold up, which only pissed my father off even more.

"Get your goddamn hands off of my daughter, Scar." He commanded. Red flags were going off in my mind as they began staring each other down, neither one wanting to give up and look away first. How did I end up in the middle of this pissing contest?

I finally managed to slip from Scar's tight grip and push my dad a little ways away by his chest, which was heaving up and down with adrenaline.

"Dad, please. I was going to tell him tonight who you were to me and ask him to come over for dinner. You can even ask him, but I'm begging you not to start a fight. Not here. Let's just go home." I stressed, not needing his fists to start flying and land himself in jail again. My mom was crushed the last time, I couldn't let that happen again on my watch. Not when it would be solely my fault.

"Fine," He hissed in my face, "but you're riding with me, not him." He told me instead of asking. I gulped and nodded in agreement before sheepishly sauntering back over to the table of shocked faces.

"Scar, we need to go." I explained, conveying to him with my eyes how important it was not to fight me on this. He gritted his teeth before nodding and getting up. He wrapped his arm around my waist, not even flinching when my dad stared daggers at his arm and demanded he remove it. Clearly, me riding with my dad didn't go over well with Scar.

"What the fuck? No. She's riding with me." He stated after I told him, shooting my father a challenging look. I was smothering from the intense testosterone between the two of them, almost unable to breathe.

"Scar, please, just do as he says. We really aren't in any position to piss him off." I harshly whispered before stealing a quick peck from him behind my dad's back and dashing off to his car. Oh god, this should be a fun ride.

No words were spoken as my dad drove, which was even scarier. I had expected him to be screaming at me, spitting with anger, but this brooding silent treatment he was giving me was even worse. My nerves were at an all time high as my breathing became shallow. We pulled up to my parent's house and I shot out of the car towards Scar, needing to warn him against saying something stupid. My dad ignored the both of us as he entered the house, slamming the door behind him.

"What the fuck, Evangeline!" Was the first thing Scar yelled out as he stormed towards me.

"This is what I was going to tell you before the guys showed up. I didn't want either of you to have to find out this way, but-"

"Why the fuck didn't you tell me sooner?" He demanded, anger prominent in his tone.

"Gee, let me think, between having sex and arguing about everything there wasn't much time, you dick!" I whisper yelled, not wanting anyone to hear our conversation just in case one of my nosy family members was eavesdropping at the window. He huffed a frustrated breath before rubbing his face harshly with his hands.

"Fine, let's go get this over with." He stated while looping his arm around my body and dragging me towards the house. My heart was beating a mile a minute when I entered the open layout of my parents kitchen and living room. Great, we have an audience I thought when I saw Brock and about half the football team hanging out and watching some NFL game.

"Hey Ev-oh shit." Brock mumbled as I watched his eyes follow Scar's hand at my waist, up his arm, to his broad shoulders, and finally settle on his face. Brock paled ever so slightly and I had to keep from laughing. Scar probably looked more intimidating than normal standing next to me since I was so small and he was so, well, not.

I switched my gaze from Brock and all of his shocked silent friends to my mom in the kitchen. She was speaking in a very hushed tone to my dad, clearly trying to calm him down. How successful she was being, I wasn't quite sure as I could still see his fists clenching and unclenching.

I cleared my throat, catching my dad's attention. He turned his back for a few moments before beginning to make his way towards us with a glass of what I knew was his favorite scotch in his hand. He almost never drank, so I felt my stomach turn with fear.

"My office. Now." His deep voice rumbled out before he walked past us without even sparing a second glance. I released the breath I didn't know I was holding before shooting my mom a desperate look to which she shrugged.

"What did you do to piss dad off this time?" Brock teased, clearly laughing at my expense.

"Shut it or I'll let him eat you." I threatened, motioning back towards Scar. Brock contemplated what I said before crossing his arms.

"Your threats are elementary, Evan." He scoffed.

"You're right. The only person I'd eat is your sister, and I already do that." Scar said smugly. I could hear the cocky smirk in his tone, annoying me even more than his stupid words did. Brock's face twisted up in disgust as I elbowed Scar's stomach.

"Shut up!" I gritted out through clenched teeth. Glancing at my mom once again, she refused to make eye contact with me as her cheeks flamed bright red.

"Mom, you have to be in the room." I pleaded, not saying what she and I both already knew. My dad would be twice as harsh. She released and exasperated sigh, probably tired of always being in the middle of this sort of situation with both Ellie and I, but, to be fair, it's my dad's fault. If he didn't get like this every time either of us even looked at a boy, we wouldn't be so scared to bring a guy home and tell them about him.

"I suppose." She relented, a worn look in her eyes that instantly made my stomach turn with guilt. I grabbed Scar's hand and followed behind my mom as we made our way to where my father was no doubt still seething with anger. Entering his office, I could see the accusatory look he gave me when he saw my mom with us. I was playing dirty.

"I think it's time for you to start talking." My dad stated, leaning back in his office chair and crossing his arms. I took a seat in one of the chairs in front of his desk as Scar took the other as he grumbled in annoyance from being away from me, but the warning glare I shot him shut him up. I followed my mom's movements as she sat on my dad's lap and gave his cheek a loving pat. Unfortunately for me, it did nothing to smooth his ruffled feathers.

"I was going to tell you. Mom and I had already planned for us to come over this weekend and have dinner." I explained quickly. Scar shot me a confused look which I was expecting. I hadn't even told him about it because I wasn't giving him a choice. He was going whether he liked it or not.

"Whether I found out the way I did, or if I found out by you telling me, my answer would've been and still is the same. No." His face hardened as he spoke the words and I felt all the air in my lungs leave. What the fuck does he mean no?

"W-what?" I stammered, unsure of what he meant exactly.

"No, Evangeline. I don't approve of this relationship and I won't stand by and watch it continue. No. Say goodbye. Whatever this was is over." He ordered. I felt tears prick my eyes. Sure, my dad had intervened in my sad excuse of a love life before, but never to this extent.

"Excuse me?" I deadpanned, unable to believe the words I was hearing. Clearly my mom couldn't either because she was staring at my dad as if he'd lost his damn mind.

"You heard what I said, Evan. I'm not going to repeat myself. Say goodbye. He's leaving." He stated matter of factly. I shook my head as Scar stayed tensed and silent next to me.

"What gives you the fucking right-" I began, my voice raising as did my anger.

"I'm your father! That's my right!" He roared, fist harshly coming down against his desk.

"You've never liked anyone I've even considered dating! Why is this any fucking different?" I demanded.

"What your tone with me." My dad warned.

"No! Answer my question!" I yelled.

"How about the fact that your boyfriend bragged to me about defiling you? About how fucking fantastic you are with your mouth! No father should ever have to go through that! This is over. End it." He spoke, voice chillingly calm. I shook my head as my tears finally spilled over.

"I can't believe you!" I screamed, shooting up in my chair, "Troy and Aurora had sex under this roof and EVERYONE heard them and what did you do? You didn't do jack shit! You laughed about it with him and then let him have the pool house the next time they visited. Do you not even see how fucked up this is?" I demanded. "Mom!" I yelled, expecting her to step in.

"Leave your mother out of this. It's not just about that, Evangeline. It's about the fact that I spent your entire childhood warning you away from people exactly like him and yet here you are. I've already canceled my payment for your apartment and hired a company to move your things. You've proved to me that you're not mature enough to handle living on your own, so you'll be moving back in with us." He explained offhandedly. I couldn't breathe I was crying so hard, unable to look at my father and see the man who had raised me with love and compassion.

"I fucking hate you! You're the worst father in the entire world!" I screamed, not feeling a single ounce of guilt as his face dropped in pain. I spun on my heels and stormed out, very aware that Scar had followed after me. My legs finally gave out as I reached the door to my old bedroom. Scar caught me from behind before cradling me in his arms and making quiet cooing noises. I grasped at his shirt for dear life while trying to breathe through my body wracking sobs. Picking me up, Scar ushered me into the room before closing and locking the door behind us for some privacy.

"Shh, baby it's okay." He rasped out, a little awkward with his movements. I can't blame him, this is probably the first time he's ever consoled a crying girl.

"No, it's not! It's not okay!" I yelled hysterically.

"Yes it is, we'll figure this out. I promise princess." He insisted before pecking my lips. I threw my arms around his neck before squeezing the life out of him.

"I'm sorry for dragging you into this. Look on the bright side, I guess now you can have all the meaningless fucks you want." I tried joking, though a searing pain shot through my heart just thinking about it. I didn't want to let him go. Sure we fought and didn't know much about each other, but I was really starting to like him. He made me laugh. He could take my sarcasm and dish it right back. Things were never awkward between us, being around him was just so comfortable. Like second nature, really. It's not fair.

His body tensed in my arms before he pulled back and grasped my chin harshly in his hand.

"Fuck that. You're mine just like I'm yours. I have no intentions of screwing around while we figure this out. And I swear to God if I find out another man has even looked at you, our next visit will be with me in an orange jumper behind glass because I'll fucking kill the bastard. You hear me?" He growled. I just giggled sorrowfully and nodded before kissing him hard and long, wanting to savor his unique taste. I'm going to miss this so much.