Constance
Nervous wasn't the word to explain the feeling I had right now. Scar's phone sat in the palm of my hand, waiting to be used to call my dad. I knew this had to be done, but I also knew that my dad would be upset. Not even upset, really. No, he would be pissed. Scar seems to think he has more control over me than he actually does, but I will not back down from my dad on this subject. He can hate Scar all he wants, but he will accept him one way or another. Though I say that, I'm not sure what I would do if my dad didn't. If he told me that until I broke up with Scar, they would have nothing to do with me. My family was everything to me, but Scar was something else entirely. How would I ever be able to choose?
Despite my reservations, I dialed my dad's number and hit call. Honestl
