Bullied, Scarred, and Hated (A TeamCrafted and JeromeASF fanfiction)

Epilogue

Jerome's POV

She's dead. Gone. I'll never speak to her again. I'll never hold her in my arms or kiss her again. She's gone, and never coming back.

It had been a week since we found her in the bathroom, collapsed on the floor with stray pills shattered around her. Her skin was white and her light brown hair was dull. (I feel like she has had like seven million different hair colors. I can never remember what I made it so it is different every time. It looks like Mitch's though.)

The funeral was yesterday and today I had an appointment with an adoption agency. I was putting Marcella up for adoption. Parker wouldn't want me to, but I couldn't be a father alone. I needed to give Mara (that's Marcella's nickname) her best chance, and that wasn't with me.

There was a lovely family willing to adopt her. They live in Maine and had been trying to have children but failed. They were flying into Los Angeles today to pick her up and take Mara to their home.

I was packing a small bag of things for them to take with them. I placed a letter that was addressed to Marcella from Parker. We found various notes for several people on her desk. There was one for me but I haven't had the strength to read. The same goes for Mitch.

Zipping the bag close, I set it on the floor and pick up Marcella from her crib.

"I know you don't understand, but you'll understand one day why I'm doing this. It's not because I don't love you. In fact, the reason why is because I love you. I love you so much that I want to give you your best chance," I whisper to Marcella.

Looking at the clock, I realize it's time to go. I pick up the bag and carry both the bag and Marcella to the car before driving towards the adoption agency where I would give away my own daughter.

It's been a difficult process. I feel like besides Mitch, Mara was the closest thing I had to Parker. I can't give her the future she needs though. It's better this way.

The drive is short and I quickly gather everything I need, including Marcella, and walk through the front door of the adoption agency.

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Driving home I was a mess. Tears streamed down my face and I could hardly see as I finally got back to Parker's apartment. I slumped through the front door and made my way into her bedroom. I collapsed on the bed, breathing in the scent of her blankets that stilled smelled like her. My heart physically hurts as I sob, leaving tear stains on the pillows.

I sit up and walk over to the desk before picking up the letter labeled Jerome. I slowly tore open the envelope and pulled out the letter and began to read.

Dear Jerome,

If you are currently reading this, I'm dead. I didn't want die like this. I wanted to get married and watch Marcella grow up but inside I was slowly breaking. You helped me get through so much, so once you left, I broke. That was only the beginning though. a little while after you left, Team Crafted, they raped me. I was traumatized after that. I fought so hard not to kill myself for the sake of the baby. I decided once the baby was born, I would commit suicide. I couldn't handle the visible and emotional scars from the event. I'm sorry you had to find out this way but it was better this way. I'm happy now. You'll find someone else who loves you. Hopefully just as much as I did, because I did, I loved you.

Love Parker

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Ok I know! It is extremely late! Like a month exactly I think. I am extremely sorry! I really am. I have been extremely busy with barely any time to do my homework, let alone write. I just started having rehearsals for the musical I'm in and those are until 5:30 and then I don't get home until 6:30 because of traffic and then I eat and get a shower and do homework and by the end of all of that I'm exhausted and can only think about sleep. I am sooooo sorry. Please forgive me.

I hope to start the Spinoff based in Marcella's POV soon. And I reached 17k reads! Omg! That is fantastic! I am utterly speechless! Thank you for so much support and I love you! 😘