Demyan
"Dad," I pouted, "What did you say to him to make him change his mind?"
Dad ran his fingers through his hair before he let out a soul escaping sigh, "I sort of temporarily forbid it."
"Forbid it!" I gasped, "We're not in the middle ages Dad."
He held his hands up, "I know. I know, but Demyan I'm your father and my purpose in life is to protect you. The last time you and Ethan were together it was toxic Demyan. We could hear you both fighting throughout the house. That is something no parent wants to see."
"But you could have told me," I frustratedly wiped away my tears, "You said Ethan was like your son. How could you forbid him from doing something that would have made him happy? Like he wasn't good enough to be with me."
