**SORRY THIS IS SO LATE. I'm only one week into this semester and it's already been the worst semester I've had so far. I've had numerous mental breakdowns and I'm just trying to save my sanity lol. I won't be very active on here for a while because of school, but I will always update on Fridays! Ya'll are going to fuckin hate me for this cliffy, but oh well. Enjoy this chapter!

UPDATE: I figured I made it clear enough, but I guess not! EVAN WAS NEVER PREGNANT! Everything that happened was a side effect due to complications with her IUD implant!! I repeat SHE WAS NEVER PREGNANT!**

Evan's POV

I rolled over in bed and out of Scar's hold the next morning, my stomach heaving and clenching in pain. I pulled myself onto my hands and knees, hoping the position would ease some of the pain. A muffled cry escaped from my lips as the pain increased, bringing tears to my eyes. My stomach started to roll as I felt like I was going to throw up. Throwing the covers off of me, I sprinted for the bathroom before dropping to my knees and expelling whatever contents I had from the day before into the toilet bowl. My stomach continued to cramp and roll as I clung to the ivory seat for dear life.

I wasn't sure when Scar had come into the bathroom to hold my hair and rub my back, but I was glad he did. Tears rolled down my face as the pain refused to subside.

"Baby, talk to me. What's wrong? What's going on?" Scar asked frantically, a look of intense worry in his eyes as he assessed my condition.

"I-I don't know. It h-hurts so fucking bad!" I cried while clutching at my lower stomach. He murmured a few curse words under his breath before pulling on a shirt and the only pair of pants on the floor in the bathroom before scooping me up into his arms and carrying me to God knows where. I dug my fingers into his shoulders as I tried my best to refrain from screaming at the top of my lungs. It felt like I was fucking dying from the inside out.

"Just hold on baby, just a little longer." He soothed while buckling me into the car and speeding off. He weaved in and out of traffic and I tried my best to keep from passing out from the pain - something much harder said than done.

Pulling into the parking lot of the emergency room, Scar practically ran me inside as I jostled around in his hold, something that was not helping with my pain.

"Someone fucking help me! My fiancee is hurt!" Scar exclaimed once bursting through the doors. Two nurses rushed over to us before ushering him to put me into a wheelchair. He did so hesitantly before following after us they quickly took me to an empty room. Once in the bed, the nurses began taking my vitals while asking a few questions like my name and age.

"So when did the pain in your stomach start?" The oldest of the two asked while watching me claw at my stomach.

"I woke up about forty minutes ago due to the p-pain." I forced out through clenched teeth as I dug my nails into Scar's hand as he offered it up to hold. If I was hurting him, he didn't say so. Seconds later, a doctor walked into the room before taking the chart from the other nurse and quickly scanning over it.

"Miss Carmichael, is there any chance that you're pregnant?" The older gentleman asked. I shook my head while swallowing deeply to try and force the cry of pain away.

"N-no. I just finished my period last w-week." I explained. Suddenly, I felt a gush of liquid between my legs. My body froze instantly as I reached between my thighs. There was a generous amount of blood on my hand as I pulled it away. "What the fuck is happening to me?!" I demanded hysterically as the doctor gently pushed the nurse out of the way. He quickly  muttered a few words to the nurse before pressing his stethoscope to my chest and listening to my heart. They began forcing a very non compliant Scar out of the room as he fought back and screamed multiple obscenities at them. 

"Does this hurt?" The doctor asked while pushing lightly against my lower pelvic region. I screamed so loud my voice cracked and gave out as he pulled his hands away instantly. 

"Are you on any form of contraceptives?" He asked as he eyebrows scrunched together in worry.

"Y-yes." I ground out with a nod. "I-IUD." I finished. A knowing look appeared on the doctor's face before he called for a nurse and instructed me to bend my feet and spread my legs. I couldn't find it in me to be embarrassed that Scar had brought me into the ER with just one of his T-shirts on and that was it, or the fact that the doctor was staring at the most private part of my body. My only concern was him stopping the pain I was feeling.

The nurse quickly cleaned up the blood while the doctor adjusted the stirrups on the bed. He instructed me to rest my heels on them as he changed his gloves and disappeared between my legs. I squirmed with discomfort as I felt a slight tug before I felt something that was slightly akin to that of removing a tampon. The doctor cleaned me up once again before instructing me to remove my legs and lie back. I did as told before pushing my face into my pillow and praying for the pain to go away.

I tuned everything around me out as I focused on taking deep breaths.

"Miss Carmichael, please take these. They'll get rid of the pain and allow you to sleep for a little while." The nurse encouraged before handing me two pills and a glass of water. I greedily took them before lying back once again and counting each second while waiting for the little miracles to start working.

**

"I'm really starting to fucking hate hospitals." I heard a familiar voice grumble under their breath. A collective voice of agreement swept through the room. I didn't bother even opening my eyes as I spoke, much too tired from the medication that was slowly wearing off.

"Well if you're not careful, you'll be here in nine months watching some chick you knocked up give birth." I retorted back, only then opening my eyes just a crack to give Brock a smartass grin. He smiled and laughed before coming over and hugging me gently.

"You good?" He asked, a twinkle of worry in his eyes. I just nodded and kissed his cheek before accepting the next hug, of which came from my mother who pushed her way through everyone with her elbows.

"I knew I should've never let you get that damn thing!" She wept. I had a good idea of what that 'damn thing' was - my IUD. I was told before getting it put in that it could cause some major issues such as ectopic pregnancies and severe infections. Apparently I hadn't read the brochure about pain and bleeding closely enough though because, well, here I am.

"Mom, it's okay. I'm fine now." I assured her, though I felt like death warmed over. My stomach was still dully throbbing with barely there pain. "When do I get to go home?" I asked my father, who was standing right behind my mom. I had no doubt he was the only one between the two of them that actually had the ability to listen to what the doctor would've told them due to my mother most likely freaking out and crying.

"He said to alert him when you woke up and as long as everything was okay and the bleeding was still under control, you'd be okay to go home." I nodded before sighing in exhaustion and laying back against the bed. I scanned the room with my eyes, looking for one person in particular.

"He had to step out to talk to someone about what he wanted done with his father's body. He should be back in soon." My dad explained having seen my confused expression. I just nodded in understanding before closing my eyes once again, feeling like I could sleep for thirty hours even though that's pretty much all I've done since I went to bed last night.

Everyone was forced to leave the room so the doctor could give me a final examination and check everything out. Once done, he informed me that I just needed to fill out and sign the discharge papers and then I'd be good to go home - something that brought me great relief.

Once finally back at Scar and I's house, my mother insisted she stay for a few hours to make sure I was okay. I just smiled and agreed, not having the energy to argue and also wanting to spend some much needed time with her. She refused to lay down in Scar and I's bed until she changed the sheets, something that made me laugh hard - which I'd instantly regretted.

"This was your favorite movie when you were little. I swear, you watched it so much that you wore the film out on the first VCR cassette. I had to go out and buy two more just in case of an emergency." She commented with a small laugh as we were halfway through watching The Little Mermaid. I laughed at the memory before Under the Sea started to play.

"Funny how life works out. Who'd have thought I'd get my own pain-in-the-ass Sebastian." I said with a giggle. My mom looked at me with a confused look on her face, clearly not understanding why what I'd said was funny.

"That's his real name - Scar's that is." I clarified. She smiled sweetly at me before pecking my forehead as we both went back to watching the movie. Somewhere between two movies later, I fell into a deep sleep. When I woke the second time, my mother was gone only to be replaced with Scar's much bigger frame cradled around me. I turned in his arms and snuggled into his chest before releasing a content sigh.

"How are you feeling?" His chest rumbled beneath my head as he spoke.

"Much better than before." I replied truthfully. He didn't say anything else as he began to rub my back in small, comforting circles. 

"Did the doctor say anything after he removed whatever the hell it was?" He asked. I smirked because I knew exactly where this was going.

"If you're asking how long until we can have sex again, the answer is whenever I feel comfortable with it. He said I should be okay to go about things just as I had before, but to monitor everything and make sure the bleeding doesn't start back up again just to be safe. If it doesn't, we're in the clear." I answered, my tone laced with amusement.

"Thank God. You've only ever made me go without for a couple days and I don't think I could wait any longer than that." He grimaced, causing me to laugh.

"You were supposed to go two weeks without sex, but then my dad had his accident and that went all to shit." I replied on a sigh, forcing the depressing memories away. The only time I ever felt anything but numb was when Scar and I would spend hours together in bed in each other's arms. Having noticed my dampening mood, he shifted his body so that he was hovering above me, nestled between my legs.

"Stop thinking about it, baby. Better yet, how about I get your mind off of it." He growled huskily. I giggled girlishly as he began kissing down my neck to my breasts. They grew heavy with need as he nipped the flesh around my nipples before pulling the hardened bud between his teeth. I groaned and arched my back, offering more of my naked flesh for him to kiss, bite, and suck.

"Fuck, I love these tits so much." He rasped out before repeating the same actions on the opposite breast.

"Please." I whined out, unable to take anymore teasing from him. I felt the heavy weight of his hardened cock against my inner thigh before he lined his tip up with my entrance.

"Wait! Condom." I demanded, almost forgetting that I wasn't safe from getting pregnant now that I wasn't on any form of contraceptive.

"Fuck that. I refuse to wear condoms with you." He replied before pushing a few inches in. I struggled to form a cohesive thought before I was able to get my shit together and push him away and out of me.

"Scar, I said put on a condom. I don't want to have to take plan B." I insisted as his face morphed into one of annoyance.

"I'll pull out but I'm not wearing a fucking condom. Sex is way better without one." He tried reasoning with me. My mouth dropped open at how careless he was being. Everyone knew pulling out was the fucking dumbest idea ever and almost a guaranteed way of getting pregnant.

"No. Either you wear the condom or we're not having sex." I stated with finality. He ground his teeth together for a few seconds before standing his ground. He rolled his eyes before getting up and making his way into the bathroom. I heard the shower turn on and was stunned at his high handed attitude.

Following him into the bathroom, I had to keep myself from laughing at the fact that he was taking a cold shower by reminding myself that I was supposed to be mad at him.

"If you loved me you wouldn't be acting this way." I challenged, getting more hurt by the second of his dismissal of my wishes. The shower door slammed open so hard I was afraid the glass would break.

"Don't fucking play this game with me, Evangeline." He warned.

"No! I'm not playing any fucking game! All I did was ask you to wear a fucking condom during sex because I refuse to have children out of wedlock. Why the fuck are you being such a dick about this!" I demanded, my anger rising with every passing second.

"I'm not being a fucking dick, you're being fucking stupid! I highly doubt you'd get pregnant the day you get your shit taken out so I don't see why the fuck you're making this a big fucking deal." He yelled back. Oh he fucking did not.

"Don't you fucking call me stupid! If anything you've already taken that roll, asshole! You're the stupid motherfucker that wants to have sex without a condom on! Jesus Christ, I can't believe you!" I yelled, matching his volume.

"No, I'm not! As usual, you're making a bigger deal out of fucking nothing than need be. I don't know why the fuck I put up with this shit." He spat, causing my blood to turn cold. "Oh here we go. Always with the tears trying to play the victim." He sneered sarcastically.

"What has gotten into you?" I whispered out as I watched him shut off the water and wrap a towel around his waist.

"Your fucking nagging, that's what! I used to live my life how I fucking wanted to! I did and said whatever I wanted without the fear of fucking upsetting some chick." He yelled before turning his back on me and walking away. My heart was pounding in my chest as I replayed his words over and over in my head. I followed him out and found him in the kitchen, noticing that he'd slipped on a pair of sport shorts.

"Great to know that all I am to you is some annoying chick that nags you all the time and over dramatizes everything before crying to get out of fights." I challenged, hoping he'd do the smart thing and tell me he didn't mean it and that it was just heat of the moment.

"Thanks for the summary genious." He muttered sarcastically. I felt my heart fall to my ass as my throat closed up with emotion. My tears finally broke their barricade as they began to flow down my cheeks.

"Then I think we need to take a break and rethink marriage if that's how you truly feel." I spoke, voice cracking towards the end.

He snorted with laughter. "Marriage. What a fucking joke." He quipped back with a coolness to his tone that he'd never used with me before. His eyes were blank of any emotion as we stared at each other. I don't know how the fuck we ended up here. How did this escalate from him refusing to wear a condom to us being over? Why is he being like this? Surely this all couldn't have stemmed from the conversation about his dad's body, could it?

My chest rose and fell randomly as I hiccuped through my sobs. I bit the inside of my cheek as I pulled my engagement ring off of my finger and placed it on the kitchen counter top. This felt horribly akin to what I did with his key after his night out with his best friend. The jewelry clanked against the granite before I slowly pulled my hand away. I expected him to say something, anything, but all he did was grab a beer from his friend and give me one last fleeting look before turning his back on me and walking away.

I was wrong when I said I hurt from Brandon's betrayal.

Nothing could've prepared me for this feeling. I can't breathe. My lungs won't work. My body feels like it's shutting down.

Why.