Chapter 1- Alexander Hamilton
January 9, 2017
Alexander Hamilton exits class with a feeling of cold dread in his heart. He doesn't know which John Laurens will be waiting for him; the nice one or the cruel one. He walks to his locker, and a pair of arms slam into the lockers around him.
"Alex~" John purrs, looking into Alexander's eyes. Alexander's eyes immediately fill with fear. The cruel one is waiting. John presses his lips to Alexander's forehead, and the younger boy grimaces. There are bruises and scars everywhere on his body, and his forehead is the only part exempt from it.
"I-I'll see you a-afterschool?" Alexander asks, looking into John's dead eyes.
"Sounds good, angel," John says, running a hand through Alexander's loose brown hair.
"G-got to g-go." Alexander squeaks, but John pulls his arm back and whispers,
"We have the same class, Lexi. I'll walk you there." Alexander nods but flinches away when John touches him.
John's eyes flash a warning, but his smile never falters. Alexander shivers in John's touch the entire way to English Literature.
"Good afternoon, class." Professor Schuyler says. Alexander and John slide into their seats just as the bell rings, and Johns smirks, wrapping an arm around Alexander as the class begins.
"Today, you will be assigned to read a book and write a dissertation of the book. At least 5 pages, Times New Roman, font size ten to twelve." Alexander sits up in his seat as Professor Schuyler begins to read out the pairs.
"John Laurens and Alexander Hamilton, you will be reading 'Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix' by J.K. Rowling," Schuyler says, waving us away.
"Looks like it's just you and me again," John says, gripping Alexander's arm harder. Alexander lets out a faint, strangled, scream, biting his lip from the pain of the scars that litter his body.
"Y-yeah. S-Sound exciting." Alexander says, getting up to go to the library. He needs to grab a copy of the book before someone else does.
"Where are you going?" John asks, standing up with Alexander.
"To t-the library. To get a-a copy of the b-book." Alexander says, terrified. He braces himself and looks up at his 'boyfriend'.
"Be back in 5 minutes, or else." John threatens, towering over Alexander, his cold green eyes looking at Alexander while pressing a kiss to Alexander's forehead again.
Alexander's mother once told him that kisses were special, that they were filled with love. But there is no love in this kiss or the ones that came before. The boy wipes tears from his eyes before setting off for the library.
"Well, well, look who it is! If it isn't Hamildumb." A familiar southern drawl interrupts Alexander's thoughts.
Alexander's tears instantly dry as he glares up at the tall, Virginian boy known as Thomas Jefferson. However, his hands are shaking and he can't hide the fear in his eyes.
"Did your little boyfriend John Laurens do something again? God, Hamilton, you're so pathetic. I didn't think you'd surrender to even turtle-lover John Laurens."
"D-Don't say a word against J-John." Alexander doesn't notice the tears flowing down his cheeks. "H-He loves m-me. T-there's nothing you can do about it." Alexander only notices the tears when they start staining his shirt. Jefferson smirks even more, happy about the pain that he is inflicting on the small man. Alexander pushes past Jefferson and runs into the refuge of the library, ignoring the curious looks he is getting from onlookers.
Alexander wipes away his tears and begins to look for the book, and his best friend, Eliza Schuyler, walks up.
"Alexander, what happened?" Eliza asks, wiping the tears from her friend's face.
"Eliza…" Alexander chokes out. "Jefferson… he…"
"Oh my goodness. I'm so sorry, Alex. Is… is there anything I can do?" Eliza asks, oddly turning red.
"I don't think so," Alexander replies softly and walks away from Eliza.
Alexander finds the book in a few minutes and walks back to class, trembling with anger, sadness, and fear.
"What took you so long?" John hisses the moment Alexander walks into the room, holding the book.
"I ran into Jefferson." Alexander hiccups, not yet free from the tears that had flowed down his cheeks a few minutes ago.
"Well that's your problem, not mine, isn't it?" John snaps, before grabbing the book from Alex and giving the boy a deadly look.
"S-Sorry… sir." Alexander says, hoping to get John back on his good side. His boyfriend doesn't respond, only beginning to open the book and reading it. Alexander doesn't mind. He has already read the series five times, knowing all the books inside out.
Alexander sits down beside his boyfriend and John intertwines their fingers.
"Babe, what is this book even about?" John asks, giving up after a few pages. Alexander smiles softly and begins explaining the entire Harry Potter series to his boyfriend.
"Time's up, class. I expect that dissertation by Friday morning." Schuyler says, and with a shuffling noise, the class exits the room, John biting his lip and glaring at Alexander.
The Caribbean boy knows that he is in for some pain. Alexander lives with John, the only place he could go.
"Let's go. Home." John hisses softly as Alexander grabs his dark green bag, blue-purple eyes wide with surprise and fear.
"O-Okay, babe," Alexander whispers, pushing a strand of his hair back from his face.
John grabs Alexander's waist and pushes him out of the doors of Princeton University.
When they arrive home, much too soon for Alexander's liking, John throws him on the ground, and yells,
"I saw you, you know. You and Elizabeth Schuyler. You little whore. You're just like your mother" John hisses the last word, so venomously that Alexander feels tears spring into his eyes. His boyfriend slaps Alexander hard across the cheek, and the tears start flowing. The younger boy curls up as John kicks him hard in the stomach, retching as a tang reaches his mouth. Alexander spits out blood, and John pulls Alexander back onto his feet.
"Onto. The. Wall." John snarls, reaching for a belt that he keeps in a drawer. Alexander's eyes fill with horror, but he does as John says. He pushes himself onto the wall, and John takes off Alexander's shirt, grinning as he sees the scars on Alexander's pale chest and stomach. "Turn around." Alexander lets out a shaky breath and turns around, leaning against the wall with his hands braced against the wall beside him.
The first lash hits his back and Alexander cries out in pain. Bitter tears flow from his eyes, and blood leaks out of his mouth from when John kicked him. The second time the belt hits him; Alexander can feel the blood flowing from the wounds. He will have to bandage them later.
The younger boy loses track of the time as the belt hits him again and again, each lash feeling like acid against his skin. By the time John is done, Alexander is a mess, raven hair falling around his shoulders, his back torn and stinging from the cold air. He falls to the ground and wipes his tears away. John forces Alexander's chin up and kisses his jaw, which is bruised and stained with blood.
"I'm doing this for you," John says, eyes glinting with sadistic pleasure. Alexander's chest is heaving as he looks up into John's eyes. The younger boy's purple-blue eyes are sparkling with tears, and he closes them as John leans in and roughly kisses his lips.
John walks away, and Alexander breaks down. He wishes he'd never gotten into this relationship. It had started out fine, with small kisses and flirting, but John had begun to abuse Alexander a few months into their relationship. It has been another few months since then.
Alexander gets up and walks into the bathroom, closes the door and washes the wounds on his back. He frantically scans the shelves of the bathroom and his hand closes around a sharp metal razor. He puts it to his already sensitive skin and cuts his wrists. Not deep enough to kill, but enough to hurt, to show him that he is alive. Tears drip onto the wounds, mixing with the blood already there. Drops of blood fall to the ground, staining the floor.
"Is this real?" Alexander asks himself, and sits on the floor, wrapping his arms around his knees and sobbing.