A/N: thought I'd throw all of you for a loop with this chapter by giving you guys Thomas's perspective on the situation at hand. Thank you to all of you have review, given constructive criticism, followed or liked my story, your support means the world! Anyway, enough of the sappy stuff, as always, hope you enjoy chapter 24!
THOMAS'S POV*
The first thing I noticed was that I wasn't at the office or in a cozy bed with the girl that haunted my nightmares and lit up my dreams. It wasn't hard to figure that out. I had been tied to a sturdy feeling chair. Cloth tied around my wrist and ankles, secured to the arms and legs of the chair. That same cloth was also around my mouth, muffling any sounds I attempted to make. If I couldn't get up to see her, then I would at least look at where I was being held captive.
Pictures of Eliza and Alexander lined the walls. Engagement photos, wedding photos, family pictures, and candid shots of Eliza and Alex laughing or smiling at each other. They looked happy. The hanging frame that gave away my location was a framed letter on the wall. I was able to read it from where I sat.
It read:
Alexander Hamilton, I was shocked when Angelica handed me a slip of paper saying that the pretty boy from the balcony wanted me to have it. I was more shocked when you didn't give me a phone number to text or call, but you gave me an address to write to instead. I am very pleased by this, not as much shock anymore. I have to say, I am quite intrigued by you, Mr. Hamilton. First you tell me to not jump off of my balcony (thank you for that by the way. I don't think I ever properly thank you for attempting to save a life that wasn't in danger. Also, don't worry about it, I thought it was rather adorable) and now you have given me an address to write to. You are quite the champ for the lady's, aren't you? Even if you're not, you are currently keeping me on my toes. You just have an energy that is just radiating off of you, and it has me very interested. You said that you would love to accompany me on the balcony again, and that we should do it again sometime soon. So, I raise you your idea talking on the balcony with my idea of going on a picnic. It would be fun, technology free, and not reeking of booze. I was thinking, maybe, Wednesday night at 7:30. You can pick me up at my house (same place as the party), and we can get to know each other without any interruptions, such as a drunk sister pulling one of us away. Anyway, Mr. Hamilton, I'll see you soon. It was a pleasure writing to you, maybe we can do this again soon… -Elizabeth Schuyler
I was able to confirm two things. Number one, I was in Alexander's office. Nobody keeps a letter unless you are obsessed with writing like he is. Number two, Eliza had told me that she didn't think she was ever in love before she met Alexander, and seeing this letter, it just confirms what she told me. It doesn't convince me that her feelings haven't adjusted to the more suitable candidate for her heart, me. I sigh, thinking about her. The last time we had an actual conversation, I was mad at her and at myself. She just told me that she worked things out with her scumbag husband. She didn't say it directly, but she basically told me to let her go. I wasn't just going to let the woman I had envisioned the rest of my life with just walk away because of her husband. I wasn't going to do that. Look where that has gotten me three times now.
My thoughts are shoved into the back of my confused mind when I hear a hushed voice speaking to someone outside the door, "...any further, I should say that Eliza is- or maybe it is was at this point and time- pregnant. There was a lot of blood. Not only on her, but on him. Some of it is on the bed. I was too worried about her to clean it up, so the majority of the blood is still on the floor."
There were no words to follow, just the sound of footsteps shuffling away from my location. I heard loud sobbing minutes later. What did I do that caused someone to burst into tears like that?
It was maybe 10 minutes later. I was tired, but not able to doze off. I kept re-reading the letter that Eliza sent Alexander. Man, I hated his guts, but he made a good impression on her with just a few words and an address. I wonder if I could ever get her to write to me like that. I sat, dazed, still trying to figure out why she wasn't falling in love with me, and the door burst open. I couldn't flinch away.
Alexander stood letting two figures look in at me. I was able to tell that those two figures were George Washington and Eliza Hamilton. Alex and George shared a similar expression, both filled with anger in their eyes. The difference was that Alex didn't know how to control the anger he felt in his soul, but George Washington built a whole nation on the idea of free and fair, which meant hiding his true emotions. That's why he was a good general, and in turn a good leader for our country.
I look away from them, to Eliza. Her cheeks were a dewy rose pink. Her hair, while ied into a messy bun, was still gorgeous. I could see every color that her hair possesed, mostl shades of a dark brunette. She was wearing an oversized t-shirt that ended right past the center of her body. I noticed, right below the hem of the shirt, there was a dark red mark on her legs. Dried outline of what appeared to be blood, lined down her pale legs more, but nobody would be able to tell unless they looked hard enough. I looked into her warm chocolate colored eyes. Her eyes didn't greet me with the warmth I was accustomed to, instead her eyes felt cold and bitter as she met my eyes. She looked broken. She didn't stay to see me for more than a minute. I saw her face shift from shock to fear as she backed away from the door frame. She shook her head, as if to convince herself that the sight wasn't real, and then she darted away from my line of sight. Did I do that to her by looking into those sweet eyes of hers?
"Excuse me." Alex muttered to Washington and he bollted after her.
My gaze shifted. I looked into Washington's eyes. He pulled up a chair. He moved behind me. I felt him messing with the makeshift rope that was being used around my mouth. Once it was off, he sat in the chair backwards and looked me dead in the eye.
He cleared his throat, "I think you have some explaining to do, but not now. You will wait for Alex to come back with Eliza. When they do come back, you will explain exactly what they hell you were doing in their bathroom and what you were doing on top of Eliza. Then you might want to also explain why there is security footage of you slipping your hand up Eliza's skirt the other day."
I was in deep shit, I could feel it now.