50 Bikers Blocked Church Doors At My Wedding And Wouldn’t Let My Father Walk Me Down The Aisle

The biker spoke again. “Emily, my name is Thomas. I don’t know if you remember me. You were just a kid. But I remember you.”

My hands started shaking. The bouquet trembled.

“We got a call fifteen years ago from your school counselor. She suspected abuse but couldn’t prove it. We came to your house. Sat outside for three days. Tried to get you to talk to us.”

My mother’s face went white.

“You were too scared,” Thomas continued. “And we couldn’t force you. The law doesn’t work that way. We had to leave. But I never forgot your face. Never forgot how scared you looked. Never stopped wondering what happened to you.”

Jake grabbed my arm. “Emily, what is he talking about?”

I couldn’t breathe. Fifteen years of secrets. Fifteen years of pretending. Fifteen years of letting my father play the role of loving dad while I buried the truth so deep I almost convinced myself it never happened.

“Two weeks ago,” Thomas said, “I was at a coffee shop and saw a wedding announcement in the newspaper. Saw your picture. Saw his name listed as the father of the bride. And I knew I couldn’t let this happen. Couldn’t let him walk you down that aisle like he deserves that honor.”

My father lunged toward Thomas. Three bikers grabbed him instantly.

“Get your hands off me! This is assault! I’ll have you all arrested!”

Thomas ignored him. He looked only at me.

“Emily, you don’t have to say anything. You don’t have to confirm anything. But I need you to know that you have a choice today. You can let this man give you away like nothing ever happened.

Or you can let someone else do it. Someone who will be honored to stand beside you. Someone who’s been waiting fifteen years to make sure you’re okay.”

Tears streamed down my face. Jake was staring at me like he was seeing me for the first time.

“Emily,” Jake said slowly. “Is what he’s saying true? Did your father—”

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