Scar on my Heart (Carmichael Series #3)✔️

Making it Work

**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.