A/N: Well, I just thought it was about time that I started to write a new fic, so I hope you all enjoy it.
My Wife's Brother
Chapter 1
I just stood in shock. He had shot me. My supposed father had just shot me. Was I dreaming or was this just the worst and last day of my life.
Well, maybe I should explain who I am and why I'm so unlucky that I die in the first paragraph of my own autobiography. Well, my name is Francis Sullivan, or at least that's my official name according the bulls. BUT if you call me that I swear I'll come back from Heaven and haunt you. How do I know for sure that I'm going to heaven? Well, I was a newsie around the turn of the century, so I figure; I've already been through Hell. Anyway back to the point, you can call me Jack Kelly, since that's what my friends and my gravestone called me.
Maybe if you were in New York City back in 1899, you've heard of me. Back then I was Jack Kelly, Strike Leader. I was the one who gave up my dream for my friends and for a silly girl with big brown eyes. And I bet I can read your thoughts right now. But no, giving up my dream wasn't my worst mistake, falling in love with Him was.
Yeah, you heard me right, I did say him. Now don't get me wrong, he didn't ruin my life, and I wouldn't have lived any loner if I had realized it earlier. But I might have gone without hurting so many people that I had loved and cared about. But maybe I'm getting ahead of myself again.
You see I committed one of the worst sins a guy can. A sin so bad that the bible didn't even mention it. I fell in love with my wife's brother, David Jacobs.
Yeah, he is the same David Jacobs that was my right hand man during the strike. He was beautiful, blue eyes, brown curly hair, and a smile that could make anyone, even Pulitzer turn queer. But for some reason, I didn't realize how I felt or at least admit to it...until I was already married to his sister.
Yeah, I married Sarah Jacobs, the silly girl with big brown eyes, and we actually had a good life together. I mean we had two kids and one on the way when it finally hit me...
Well, maybe I should return to my childhood then I can make you pity me, before you think that I'm the worst person who has ever walked the face of the Earth. So, here it goes, my cuddy childhood...
A/N: Well, there's chapter one, but the next chapter is longer I promise (because I already have more then twice this much and its not done yet.) But please let me know what you think of it.
My Wife's Brother
Chapter 1
I just stood in shock. He had shot me. My supposed father had just shot me. Was I dreaming or was this just the worst and last day of my life.
Well, maybe I should explain who I am and why I'm so unlucky that I die in the first paragraph of my own autobiography. Well, my name is Francis Sullivan, or at least that's my official name according the bulls. BUT if you call me that I swear I'll come back from Heaven and haunt you. How do I know for sure that I'm going to heaven? Well, I was a newsie around the turn of the century, so I figure; I've already been through Hell. Anyway back to the point, you can call me Jack Kelly, since that's what my friends and my gravestone called me.
Maybe if you were in New York City back in 1899, you've heard of me. Back then I was Jack Kelly, Strike Leader. I was the one who gave up my dream for my friends and for a silly girl with big brown eyes. And I bet I can read your thoughts right now. But no, giving up my dream wasn't my worst mistake, falling in love with Him was.
Yeah, you heard me right, I did say him. Now don't get me wrong, he didn't ruin my life, and I wouldn't have lived any loner if I had realized it earlier. But I might have gone without hurting so many people that I had loved and cared about. But maybe I'm getting ahead of myself again.
You see I committed one of the worst sins a guy can. A sin so bad that the bible didn't even mention it. I fell in love with my wife's brother, David Jacobs.
Yeah, he is the same David Jacobs that was my right hand man during the strike. He was beautiful, blue eyes, brown curly hair, and a smile that could make anyone, even Pulitzer turn queer. But for some reason, I didn't realize how I felt or at least admit to it...until I was already married to his sister.
Yeah, I married Sarah Jacobs, the silly girl with big brown eyes, and we actually had a good life together. I mean we had two kids and one on the way when it finally hit me...
Well, maybe I should return to my childhood then I can make you pity me, before you think that I'm the worst person who has ever walked the face of the Earth. So, here it goes, my cuddy childhood...
A/N: Well, there's chapter one, but the next chapter is longer I promise (because I already have more then twice this much and its not done yet.) But please let me know what you think of it.