Welcome to my first Fanfic! This is a Hamilsquad Story Focused around Lams(Laurens x Hamilton) *Narrated by John Laurens* Enjoy!
!!TRIGGER WARNING: homophobic and violent themes!!
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I regret everything. I shouldn't have told them. I knew it would end Badly. How could I be so stupid? "It's not right, Eleanor!" I hear father screaming in the kitchen. "He's still your son Henry!" Mother argues, with a breaking voice. "No. I don't know who that is, but he's not my son." Father mumbles quite loudly as he stomps toward me. "Leave." He says, Throwing my old, too-small soldier's uniform into my arms. "Father I-" I start to say before He interrupts me "I'm not your father and you are not my son! Now get out out my house!" He yells, shoving me towards the front door. "Wait." He says, with anger still left in his voice. I spin around looking hopelessly into his eyes. He slowly raises his hand, and before I know it, I'm on the floor, with more tears running down my face. I don't exactly know what happened in the last 10 or so minutes, all I know is that I'm no longer am I at father's house. I'm walking down a long sidewalk when I see my good friend, Alexander's home. I run up to the door, my face bruised and covered in tears. I raise my fist to knock, but I can't. I'm not sure why, but I can't allow myself to let him know too, and lose my closest friend, considering all these complicated feelings and such. Instead, I slowly lower myself to the ground and sit on his porch. I sit there, regretting everything that I had done that day. I feel more tears running down my face. I notice bruises on my arms, I'm guessing father shoved me out of the front door harder than I thought. I hear a small but bold voice saying "I need some fresh air" I realize who it is but it's too late. Alexander is standing in front of me. I try my hardest to wipe my tears and cover my bruises, but as I rub my face I feel a deep pain and let out a soft whimper. "Laurens.? Is t-that you?" Alexander asks me as he slowly lowers himself to my level. "Alexander.. how've you been?" I say, letting out a small chuckle.
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He notices the tears running down my face and the bruises on my cheeks and arms. He gently grabs my hand and lifts me up to my feet. Not too gentle so it wouldn't work, but not too hard so it would hurt me. No one else would be able to do that, to be able to provide the perfect amount of help. He wraps his arm around me, and helps me walk to the door. He opens it, then escorts me to the sofa. He sits me down, and rushes to the kitchen. What is he doing in there? What was so important? Anxiety runs through my head. Did I interrupt something important? When he saw me outside, and said..Laurens...Laurens.."Laurens!" I hear him grabbing my attention. I was so wrapped up in my own thoughts I didn't notice he just went to get ice and a handkerchief for my bruises and tears. "Here." He places ice on my arm and holds it there with perfect amount of strength, just like he had done before. I see him raise the handkerchief to my face as he wipes my tears away. I felt hopeless yet again, but this time, I liked it, I didn't feel hopeless, no, I felt..helpless. "Better?" He asked. I couldn't stop thinking about how I hadn't told him what happened, but he didn't care, Alexander saw I was hurt and rushed to help.
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He looked deep into my eyes, almost as if he was trying to read my thoughts. I looked into his, our faces slowly inching toward each other.