This is a memory
Jack smiled looking at himself in the mirror. He tried to fix the stubborn tie he had been fighting with for the past two minutes.
"Let me get that." his father offered fixing the tie with ease.
"Thanks dad."
"I can't believe you're getting married."
"Yeah. I still can't believe it either."
"You love her right."
"More than life itself."
"Then you have nothing to worry about."
Jack's father smiled at him. From outside they heard gunshots. Both of them ran to the window. There on the lawn was a black van attempting to kidnap some of their guests. Jack immediately recognized them as members of the drug ring he had just dismantled. Jack and his father simultaneously pulled their guns and ran downstairs. They returned fire. By the time the last gunman was down two of Jack's groomsmen had been killed.
"Dad, are you ok?" he said holstering his weapon.
He turned to see his dad lying on the ground, bleeding heavily from a gunshot wound to the chest. He crouched down next to him.
"SOMEONE CALL AN AMBULANCE!" he yelled.
"Son." his father said choking.
"Dad, hold on please." he said fighting back tears.
"I don't think I can."
"Dad you have to."
"Awww, isn't that touching." one of the shooters said as Ben Devlin picked him up and handcuffed him.
"Shut the hell up."
"While your so concerned with father dearest, you should be checking on your fiancé."
"WHAT DID YOU DO TO HER?"
"Ahh. Go see. It's very poetic I think."
"Go to her son." his father said grasping his hand.
"Dad, hold on please."
"I'll try. Now go."
"Where is she?!" Jack asked the mobster.
"At the altar of course."
Jack ran around back to where he had planned on devoting the rest of his life to Diana Burgeon. He reached the altar and froze. There hanging from the white rose spangled arch was Diana. She was dressed in her wedding dress, her hair curled with her veil positioned perfectly in her hair. He checked her pulse, she was dead. He dropped to his knees, it was at that moment that he noticed the note with their rings on top of it.
It read: Till death do you part.
Jack cut her down his hands shaking. He held her in his arms and cried. His body shook with the force of his tears. After he regained his composure slightly he returned to the front yard. He was met with even more sorrow when he saw that someone had placed their vest over his father's face.
"Do you like my wedding present?" the mobster said from where he was chained to the railing of the stairs.
Jack looked at him his eyes burning with rage. He pulled his gun and shot the man between the eyes. He then turned quickly on his heel and ran back to the backyard. Devlin followed him. Jack kneeled down next to his fiancé. He pulled her into his arms and kissed her forehead lightly. He pulled his gun once again placing it against his temple.
"Jack don't." Devlin yelled reaching out for the gun.
"I'm sorry. But this is the only way I can be with her."
Jack pulled the trigger but the gun just clicked. He tried again and again but it wouldn't fire. Devlin took his chance and grabbed the gun. Jack didn't fight back, he just pulled Diana closer to his body and cried.
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