A/N: I only own Erin.
I am trying to clear my hard-drive. I hope that you like this story... I wrote it years ago, but changed the main character to a present wrestler. Let me know if you love it or hate it.
The sins of the father shall be laid upon their children…
I had always heard that quote, but I never actually took notice of it until the day I figured out that it really is true. I hated my father now, but it wasn't always that way. We had a really good relationship, especially after my mother died.
Flashback
I was sitting in the living room watching TV, waiting for my mom to get home, when my dad came in there. I was only 10, but I knew that something was wrong. He wasn't happy.
"What's wrong, Dad?" I asked him. He pulled me off the couch and sat down with me in his lap.
"Erin, I have something to tell you. It's about Mommy… she died tonight." He said and I hugged him.
I didn't fully understand, because as a 10 year old you don't really have a concept of death or dying. I just knew that she wasn't going to come around anymore. Dad kept telling me that she loved me, but it didn't comprehend until I was a teenager.
My teenage years were hard, especially when I got my period, my first boyfriend, and school dances. I hated my dad at times, but I always knew that he loved me. I knew that he would do anything to give me what he could.
I should have realized when I was younger that no everything in life could continue to go at such a good pace. I was stupid to think that and I still wish that Dad had never came in and told me that on that rainy, cold day. I wish now more than ever that mom was still alive or I had been in the car with her when she was pushed into the river. I wanted to be anywhere except here.
I missed my mother more today than ever and I knew that she would never have let this happen to me. I hated it and I wanted to be anywhere else now. I couldn't believe that my father had been so stupid and careless, but he wasn't the one that was going to have to pay the price; I was.
"Erin, come on." Dad yelled up at me. I sighed and looked around my empty room one more time.
I walked downstairs and he had a remorseful look on his face.
"I'm gonna miss yeh." He said and I shook my head. I knew that I would miss him all the way to his Irish accent. I understood it almost better than English and it brought a comfort to me. I was born in Ireland, but raised in America. My parents moved her when I was 4 so I didn't have much of an accent. I picked up any of it from my dad.
"Well, you should have thought of that before you did something stupid like this." I said and he sighed.
"I'm sorry, love, I never thought they would do this to me." He said and I couldn't do anything but shake my head.
I remember the day that Dad came and told me the earth shattering news.
Flashback
"Erin!" Dad yelled as he came into the house.
I was in the kitchen working on my homework… I was a senior in college this year and I was so glad that I was almost done.
"What?" I responded and he walked in.
I looked at him and he had almost the same look he had when he had to tell me that my mother died. He sat down and I put my work away. I could tell that he was going to tell me something serious.
"Erin, I have done something and all that I can ask is that yeh don't hate me." He said and I looked at him intently.
"What?" I finally asked him.
"I was still doing gun deals with the IRA and I messed up. The only way I can fix it is to either pay them the money or give him you to marry his son." He said and I felt the bottom of my stomach drop. I knew that Dad didn't have that kind of money. I knew what decision he had made; I knew that I was screwed.
I had tried to fight it, but when I went to meet with Finlay, he told me that if I didn't do it he would kill me and my father. I loved my father too much to let that happen to him. I was forced into agreeing to it and now I was getting ready to move in with him.
We were getting married this afternoon at the courthouse, so that in the eyes of the Catholic Church, we wouldn't be sinning if we lived together.
I walked out to the car, after one last long look at my childhood memories, and got in. I knew that life was going to change and the only thing I could pray for was a quick death or a hot man. I knew that the first one was probably going to be my better hope.
I walked into the courthouse; I was in a simple wedding dress. I was actually nervous because I was about to be a pay off, a bride, and meet the person I was supposed to spend the rest of my life with for the first time. I had butterflies for all the wrong reasons and this was never how I imagined my wedding day would go. I was already dreading my wedding night.
"You will be well taken care of." Dad told me and I wanted to make a quick remark or have a sharp tongue, but I was too nervous right now. I just nodded; I knew that they were rich or something, because I was wearing a Vera Wang dress that had been dropped off at the house. I was carrying a bouquet of white irises.
"You are beautiful, your mother would be proud, Erin." He said and I hugged him. I knew that this was his fault, but I couldn't be mad. I didn't want to end this on a bad note.
"I love you too, Dad." I whispered as we walked into the door.
I felt everyone turn and look at us, but my eyes locked on the one person in the suit. He was standing taller than most people in the room, had fiery red hair, freckles covering his pale skin, and was broad. I was drawn to his looks and I was glad that at least part of my wish had come true. I guess that I had the rest of my life to figure out the rest.
A/N: Let me know if you love it or hate it.
