Jerome's POV

I didn't even think twice if it could've been one of her parents. I just walked to the door and flung it open and snapped "What?" I was angry at whomever this bitch was for ruining my moment with my wife! I quickly swallowed back my impious thoughts of what I could have been doing to this man's daughter. "Sir. Am sorry I..." He pushed me aside and walked in my apartment and shouted her name. I didn't care that my possibly no longer father-in-law saw me sweaty and only in a boxer, I was more concerned what he will do if he saw Becca naked. I ran after him, trying to stall him but it was too late. He entered the bedroom and saw Becca. Fully dressed. Not one hair out of place. Damn she's good. "Dad, what are you doing here?" She asked frightened. "I came for you, now get in the car." He spat and dragged her out of the room. "No! Dad, am moving in with Jerome" She said and my heart flew out of my chest. I felt coy and my cheeks were flushed with redness. "No you are not! You and Jerome may not see each other until you become eighteen." He shouted angrily. "You can't do that" She cried. "I am a lawyer and a damn good one, so I will see to it that I get you arrested" He stated confidently looking at me. "Don't you ever touch or go near my daughter again or it will be the last thing you ever do!" He threatened me. Rebecca cried and broke free from her father's captivity and ran towards me. She hugged me tightly. "Don't take me away from him daddy" She cried in my arms. "I love him" She sobbed as she looked into my eyes. Her eyes were red and moist from all the crying. I don't wanna let her go but I have to. I embraced her in a strong hold. Maybe she doesn't know but this will be the last embrace we will ever have. "I love you, I will always do" I kissed her forehead then unwrapped her arms from around me. "No! Don't do it" she sobbed. I ignored her and pushed her off me and her father took her. I turned away as they left. I couldn't bare to look at Becca, she was shocked by my gesture. She must be thinking that I let her go without a fight. That I didn't want her. The door shut and I let it all go. Crying is an understatement. I bawled my lungs out loud enough for everyone around to hear. Maybe they could hear and bring my love back to me, I thought. But she never came. Why does it seem as if that was the last time I will ever see her? I cried from then until now. I threw everything in my apartment to the ground. I shattered every picture of us until the place was in shambles but I didn't care. I didn't leave my place to work, hang out or nothing! I just laid in my cold torn up bed. Smelling her scent everywhere on it. I reminisce seeing her sleeping in my arms, cooking in my kitchen, and making love for the very first time. The lump in my throat got too unbearable. I bawled my eyes out. I look like a parasite. I have never cried this much before in my life not even when my mom passed.

'Goodbye my lover'. I texted but didn't expect a reply and I didn't receive one.

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