History Has Its Eyes On You ~ A Hamilton Fanfiction (Book 1, Act 2)

Worthless

(Y/N POV)

'HAMILTON!'

Gertrude, a maid for the household and an assistant to the children, shuffled out of Eliza's way as she stormed upstairs. She led them all into the playroom, except for Emily and I, who stayed put.

We were yet to read the contents of the document, but all I knew is that it was about us. Eliza was simply too infuriated and immediately took us home, both for our safety and to presumably argue with Alexander.

'What's going on...?' Emily asked.

'Nothing, just... wait here.'

With as little noise as I could, I crept up the stairs and placed my ear against the door to Alexander's office. I was quick to notice that my hands were shaking tremendously so I held them tightly together.

'This?! A mistake?!' screeched Eliza.

'I didn't mean for it to have the reaction that it did!' Alexander argued back.

'Reaction?! Alexander, everyone had a copy! Are you that dimwitted that you thought that it would recieve no attention?!'

'Not to the capacity that it did!'

I could hear his footsteps pacing around the room.

'You're a fool, Alexander.'

'I am no less of a fool then all of this! Do you really think that I could keep this foolishness a secret?!'

'They are children, they have no control over it!!'

'Which is why I TOOK control. Tell me, Betsey, would you rather us be exploited by a man such as Jefferson?'

'We could have masked it!! Taking it into your own hands only makes matters worse!!'

'WE COULDN'T HIDE IT FOREVER!'

It was as if I could hear my own heartbeat in my ears. I glanced at Emily, who was frightfully looking around in an attempt to stop her tears from arising.

Eliza sniffled from inside the room.

'You have killed them, Alexander,' she whispered, though enough for my attentive listening to hear, 'they'll be out for their heads. They're dead children on foot and it's because of you.'

'I couldn't just sit there and do nothing. You've seen the way that people have been looking at us, how Jefferson kept questioning them. We were going to be ruined.'

'You'd rather those girls be dead than your chances failing?!'

'Please, you're hysterical! If you would only wisen up and read the damn thing, which I assure you have not yet,  then you would see that all will be well.'

'LOOK AT THE COVER, ALEXANDER!' she cried suddenly. 'WITCHCRAFT?!'

'Speculation, an ADDRESS of SPECULATION.'

'YOU TALK OF WITCHCRAFT! PEOPLE WILL TAKE ONE GOOD LOOK AT THAT AND WANT THEM DEAD!'

'I WILL HEAR NO MORE OF YOUR NONSENSE!'