AN, This chapter gets... a little intense (?). Bear with me, it switches POV's quite a bit. And, yes, Theodosia comes into this one.

CHAPTER TWO: TRP- ANGIE POV

I heard Philip race out of the room, but I stayed with Mom. She was still crying. I would be too. I heard a door slam open, and I strained to hear what I could of the conversation that followed.

"... pain... caused… ?!"

"...Not and idiot… harder than you think…"

"... weren't we enough?!" Silence. Dead silence. And I was scared. After a few moments, Dad's voice broke through the silence.

"Then why don't you…I doubt…." it was coldly spoken, harsh.

"Fine." Philip huffed past our door into his room and slammed the door. Mom only cried harder. I stood up and went to check on my brother. I tentatively knocked on his door before opening it. Phillip's face was red, tear stained. He was shoving stuff into a satchel and putting his jacket on all at once.

"Philip?"

"Calm down, Angie. I'll be back. But I gotta get away. Before I do something I regret. I'm sorry." I attempted to persuade him to stay, but his mind was made up.

"But where will you even go? THIS is your home!"

"I know, Ange. I just need to think." I know my brother, he's stubborn. But I believed him- he'd be back. So I let him go. Something I'd soon regret.

PHILIP POV

I couldn't believe my father! He was so…. gah! I think I was angrier than I ever had been. I didn't even know where I was going, just somewhere else. I'd be back, though. I had to, for Mom, Angie, John, James, AJ, Elizabeth… all, of them. I missed them already. Where was I gonna go? This was stupid. All of a sudden, I heard voices behind me.

"Who're you?" I turned around and glared at them, trying to keep a brave face, but there were four of them, all larger than me.

"Oh, it's little Hamilton. How's your daddy doing, huh?" I wanted so badly to sock him, but I remembered my mother's hatred of violence.

"Leave me alone." Last thing I remember was a jolting, searing pain, just below my ribs before my world went dark.

THEODOSIA POV

I was walking with my 'guard' late at night. I remember fuming at the fact my father insisted I had him with me at all times. Freedom much? I had just sat on a nearby bench when I heard it. The scream. Not only was it incredibly alarming, but it sounded remarkably like-

"Philip?" I followed the sound and saw it. Someone was lying on the ground, moaning, clutching his stomach. There was a deep red liquid seeping out from his shirt to the grass around him. Blood. With a shaky hand, I turned the body over, praying it wasn't him. Please, God, anyone but Philip. But it was. I screamed for my guard and he came rushing over, eyes wide. I told him to bring Philip to our home, where I got a doctor on site immediately. I sent someone out for his parents, and prayed.

Please let him be okay.