My Love Journey's
Fallen

...Paul Klug POVs....

I stood in the living room of Bianka's parents' house, following Bianka who walked up to her father. She's been freaking out and shaking ever since her mom called and all the way here I tried to calm her down. I didn't even let her drive, so we came here by taxi because I'm not used to driving here.

Bianka tries to hug her father, but only gets a rejection. "Dad," he said, staring at his father.

"It's nice to meet you, sir." I reached out my hand, and was ignored.

Daniel was silent, looking at us in turn. I couldn't guess what kind of swear sentence would come out of his mouth, but I was ready to accept everything.

"Dad..."

Without giving Bianka a chance to finish her words, she turned around and walked into her study. I don't know how to react. All I know is that Bianka was trying to hide her trembling hand, and I saw her with clenched hands.

Meanwhile, Bianka looks at her mother. They were talking to each other through their eyes. Bianka clasped my hand for a moment before releasing it again and walking with her mother in the same direction as her father. I didn't notice Louis' presence until he stood behind me, patted me on the shoulder, and asked me to sit on the sofa.

Louis tried to break the silence by asking about football and my new job, but I wasn't interested. The one in my head right now is just Bianka. It's obvious that her father no longer likes me, and I hope he doesn't take it out on Bianka.

Bianka is a strong woman, of course, but I know if this problem continues, it is not impossible that this will be the end of our relationship. I can't believe Bianka's love for me can beat the respect for her parents, doesn't mean I hope so. But, still, I'm worried. I couldn't lose it when I just got it back.

After a few minutes, I heard a rapid pace approaching, I knew it was Bianka. When I looked up, my heart almost stopped beating. He looked so desperate, his eyes were crimson, as if he had just cried or was holding back a cry. Both hands were trembling. I have never witnessed this horrible sight of Bianka, not when she was angry, not when we had a fight. Right now he looked like a child who had just lost a parent.

I stood up, walked up to him and tried to grab his hand but he dodged. He looked at Louis and spoke in a hoarse voice. "Lou, can you take us home?" After that, he immediately stepped out without looking at me one bit.

Oh, my God, please don't let this end.

Bianka hadn't said a word since we left her parents' house. He refused to speak and locked himself in the bathroom. I knew she was crying, I could hear her stuffing between the drops of water. I asked him to come out and talk to me, but there was no answer. His face was pale, as if there was no life there.

Then she came out of the bathroom, dressed in clothes, and then immediately lay down and pulled the blanket over her head. I sat on the edge of the bed, rubbing her back from under the blanket.

"Love..."

There's no answer.

"Talk to me, Bianka."

Still no answer.

"Please, don't shut me up."

He's staying quiet. After a while I finally relented, choosing to lie down while continuing to rub his back. Then he turned to face me, but would not look me in the face. Bianka just reached out and rubbed my chest. Trying to give him some calmness, I clenched him tightly, then I felt him take a deep breath while squeezing my shirt tightly.

"I'm not going anywhere, Bianka. I love you." I whispered in his ear.

...Bianka Becker POV's....

I haven't slept all night. When I was sure Paul was asleep, I broke away from him and sat leaning on the head of the bed. There's no way my eyes could be closed after yesterday's incident.

I held the doorknob of my father's study hesitantly. My mother stood in the back, trying to calm me down for a moment before helping me open the door, then I followed her inside with my head down. I stopped in the middle of the room, facing my father.

He stood up gallantly, his shoulders fielded and tensed. Her face was expressionless, emotionless, looking at me as if I were a stranger infiltrating her house. At this moment, he looked like a general who was ready to fight on the battlefield.

Then, he took a step forward and I immediately lowered my gaze. The warmth that radiated from his eyes every time we looked now disappeared. He just stood in silence for a time that felt like forever.

Then suddenly, out of nowhere, I felt a terrible heat on my cheeks and forehead. My hands spontaneously touched my cheeks while my tears began to pour out.

This is the first time. Never once in my life have I felt such a loud slap from my father.

I caught my mother's voice gasping and yelling at my father. But I know there's nothing he can do right now. With the pain growing sharper on my face, I gathered courage and turned my father back to him. His expression remained flat.

"Dad," I muttered with a trembling voice. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you, but I can explain..."

"Explain?!" he urged with wrath. "What do you want to explain? It's pretty clear to me that you're protecting the man who killed my granddaughter. And you take it again like a cheap woman with no pride!"

"Daniel, enough!" shouted mom. I was getting anxious because I saw him touch his chest.

"I won't accept this kind of treatment in my family, Lucy. I thought I had raised her well" she said, then looked back at me.

I took a step back, my guts shrieked when I realized he was ready to swallow me alive. "Dad," I tried again. "Please..."

"Shut up!" snapped it. "How can you do this to me? I raised you, educated you well, fought half-dead to fulfill everything you needed. And this is how you thank me? The child does not know gratitude! You should have known better not to bring that rotten bastard to my house. You've completely lost your mind, Bianka. I'm asking you to get her out of here and out of your life."

"I can't do it" I muttered, like a whisper.

"What?" He grunts.

"Sorry, Dad. I love her, and the news you're hearing isn't entirely true. It wasn't Paul who made me lose our son, but me. I can't lose him. Not for the second time. He's a good man, you know him yourself, Dad."

"Do I look like I care how good he is? The choice is just him or us."

I knelt down, hugged my father's feet while crying out loud. "Please, don't make me choose." He pushed his legs so hard that he knocked me down. With a feeling of being crushed, I tried again.

"Dad, please. He makes me happy, Dad. Isn't that the kind of guy you always hoped to be my partner for? A man who can please and appreciate me? You witnessed for yourself that Paul was a good man. I won't leave it, not when we're just back together. So please don't separate us. Give Paul a chance to prove his innocence."

"Only a bastard leaves his woman when he needs support. And he did it to you. He left you, dumped you like shit. When you just lost a child, when you were in pain, when you were suffering, where was he? Me and Louis take care of you, Bianka. And foolishly I still considered him a good son-in-law, until this morning I heard everything. I just found out what happened. And you still want to go back to her?"

"You made a mistake. Okay, I can understand. However, choosing to be with him was an insult to me, an insult to this family. You want that guy? Alright. Let's just say your father's dead, because my daughter's dead to me too."

Without saying anything more, he walked out of the room in a hasty step.

My world just broke. Everything was broken to pieces. I lost my father. I didn't know what would happen after this meeting, but it's definitely not the end I was expecting.

I want to get angry, curse, curse, and beat anyone who tells my father. But it's useless, because everything happened. Somehow next, but I knew things wouldn't be the same anymore.