This is So Wrong (G/t)

5

"Evan Carter Fowler, what da hell do ya think ya doin'!?"

The husky, bold voice that erupted didn't match Evan's young yet mature look, and Ayana realized that, but she had damned hoped that he was just using some crazy sound-to-mind trick to pull it off. Since that wasn't possible, she cowered in fear, realizing the truth she didn't want to face.

Evan heard his name, and his spine buckled. His blood went cold, knowing who had now joined the teenage duo. He swiveled slowly - for him and Ayana's sake - to confront their guest: the boss man, the owner of it all.

"D-Dad..." Bobby Fowler. "Wh-What're ya doin' here?"

"Nah, nah. Don't 'cha dare try ta turn dis on me!" Evan's father enforced, pointing at him with a scowl that fit perfectly with his outlaw-ish, tough guy, cowboy-ish appearance. "The real question is 'What da hell do ya think ya doin' wit' dat... dat thing!?'"

"I..." Ayana stuttered, fearful for her own life. "I'm sorry, sir. I... I don't know what came over me. I'll... I'll be on my way."

Ayana slipped off Evan, down his back with tears dripping down her face, and began to make an exit from the two titans named Fowler.

"Wh-What? A... a 'thing'? He can't mean her, r-right? No..." Evan's emotions were bouncing off the walls of his mind: sympathy, anger, pity, fear, l-lo-... "And l-look at her, she's so broken now. What happened to the firecracker that was here a few seconds ago? I... I don't like this."

It took all of his being for Evan to do what he did next, despite how much it hurt him inside.

"Ayana, get back up here. Now," he forced to her, surprising both her and his father. 

She, not knowing or caring who was scarier now, did as she was told by the younger Fowler, and got back on his shoulder, unsure of what her fate would be. When he returned to her place, Evan was relieved slightly, but that relief disappeared and transformed to hatred with his father.

"A 'thing', Dad? I don't have a thing. I don't have this person, her. She's with me, though, and me with her."

"Oh, ha, ha. That's cute," laughed Bobby, sarcastically. "But, really, how can ya just let it touch ya? Ain't ya got no idea where dat thing may have been? Son, I get ya finally feeling da feelings of adulthood. I get ya wanna be a big man like ya big man here. But, don't let dat there hype mess wit 'cha head. Let da dirt-faced rodent go back with da others in their li'l hole where they belong. I need'ta talk ta ya about a few mo' additions to the pack o' 'em."

At this point, with the source of the petite people's pain perfectly exemplified right in front of him, Evan was officially done with all of this... and his whole family... all of them. There were other things more important and sane than this nonsense that the young man felt he had to live for. 

"Dad, I'm sorry," he said, stopping his father from going back down the hill and making him turn back to him. "No, actually, I'm not sorry. I'm through."

"Oh? If yar through wit dat trash now, then just throw it away. But, make sure dat one's recycled. We wanna get as much use outta dat one as possible."

Ayana felt like nothing in the presence of that man. At least Evan acknowledged her as a person. She felt ill.

"No, Dad."

Evan had kept up a façade in order to fit into his family, being looked at as the tough and dumb one. However, it was time to break that; he needed to get his point across.

"Father, I cannot do that. I will not do that. She is a person, and the rest of them are people, too. This is illegal, and you are NOT going to get away with this! I will not stand for you punishing these innocent people for absolutely no good reason. As long as I'm here, you and anybody else are not touching them, and you're damned well not touching my girl!"

"H-H-His girl? I'm his girl?" Neither Bobby nor Ayana could believe the words that just flew out of Evan's body. So bold. So strong. So... out of place.

"Ya girl? Ah, ha, ha. The boy wants ta take ownership, huh, and o' da top doll, too?" Bobby assumed, not paying attention to Evan's true beliefs. "Ya sure do grow up fast. Annie's gonna be so proud o' ya when she hears o' dis."

Meanwhile, the teens' stomachs tumbled at his words.

"Oh no, she won't," Evan declared, with a smirk. "Momma will be anything but proud, and let me show you why."

The almost-Cheshire-Cat smile that crept onto Evan's face made Ayana's bones shake and chill. She had seen him mad, sad, and indifferent, but nothing like this. It only made things worse for her when the teen adult man held her down, pressed her into his shoulder, bolted up from the grassy hill, and kicked his father right in the lower legs, making the thick, burly man-beast tumble and roll down the hill like a log, until he crashed into a fence post far below. Considering how Evan was the only Fowler on that side of the property now, and Bobby had plenty of health issues with his legs and back, Bobby wasn't going anywhere or getting help anytime soon, no matter how much or how loudly he screamed.

"Mother of God. Mother of freaking God. What just happened!?" As Evan looked down upon his fallen father and released his grip from Ayana, putting his hands in his pockets, she, on the other hand, was panicking to death. "Evan, wh-what the hell!?" Evan didn't expect that reaction from her, so he quickly glanced at her, in shock, to see her in shock. "Evan, do... do you understand how wrong that was!?"

Ayana was full of surprises today, and boy was Evan enjoying it.

"Yes, I do." And, he was willing to give some of his own. "I completely understand how wrong it was for him and them to have treated y'all that way. To torture y'all. To violate— to even think about harming a pretty woman like you."

Maybe Evan didn't mean for that last part to come out, but there was no turning back now.

The little woman did catch that, and plenty of emotions came to her instantly. However, the one thing that went out of her mouth was the one emotion she had been trying to hide the whole time... during these few minutes in that field... during the whole year that she'd been trapped there... increased, inexplicable infatuation. 

"Pr-Pretty? You think I'm... pretty?"

"Oh, Ayana," Evan sung with a sincere, loving smile, "pretty is an understatement. You're everything my parents didn't want a girl of mine to have, but you're all I ever wanted: good morals, good brains, good character, and... and a really good body to match. No doubt you're gonna have beautiful kids, one day, to match the beautiful, bold, bodacious, Black woman you are."

"Jesus. Oh, sweet Jesus. This is soooooo, so wrong. But, why does this feel so right? There's nothing right about this. NOTHING. And yet... I don't think I care."