Sinners and Saints: A modern HAMILTON AU

chapter 5

Maria's POV:  

TW: ABUSE! SUICIDAL THOUGHTS!

What the hell did I do to deserve this? 

John pleaded with our captors so they won't hurt me but I know them. What they want, they get. 

I thought back to how I came to be here: 

(flash back)

"locked and loaded! I'm gonna be late, I promised Pegs a date tonight." I was chatting with my co workers in the bakery I worked at. 

"thank god you broke up with him. He was a complete asshole." Jenna pointed out. 

that's right, I broke up with Reynolds. Peggy's way better. 

I waved a goodbye and happily skipped down the street. I couldn't wait to see her. 

A vaguely familiar black truck pulled up next to me  and moved slowly. I quickened my pace as the truck followed me. 

The person honked at me and rolled down their window. Who was in the truck were the last people I wanted to see. Fucking Reynolds and Francis. 

"hello Maria, care to take a ride with us?" Francis sneered. 

I quickened my pace. 

"Maria, come plaay!" Reynolds sing songed. 

By now I was sprinting. 

I heard a car door slam and loud footsteps behind me.

 "get back here!" Reynolds was red in the face. 

He finally caught up to me and squeezed my wrist. "what's your hurry?" 

"let go of me! I'll scream, people will call the police." I tried to act tough and brave. 

"you really are clueless aren't you?" He roughly kissed me. 

I forcibly pushed him away. "go away!" 

"aw don't be like that. I'll let you go on one condition." 

I didn't want him near me. what the hell happened to personal space? 

"I won't hurt your gang of 'friends' if you come hang with me and Francis." he looked like a cat that caught its prey. 

"you wouldn't dare touch them!" I snarled. 

"well, accidents happen." his smile glinted with evil. 

I couldn't bare the thought of the gang gone. Reynolds was capable of many things. I didn't want to them to be hurt.

I shakily inhaled. "you won't touch them? any of them? not even Peggy?" 

"not a hair on their heads." he crossed his heart. 

Nothing can ever happen to them. I inhaled and let him pull me to the truck. 

(flashback over)  

I was still trembling from the hell Reynolds sent me to. I glanced down at my wrists and rubbed them gently. Bruised and bloody. I slouched against the bare mattress. this was worse then death.

I heard the door click open and light flooded the room. 

"John?" I whispered. 

"guess again." Reynolds was leaning against the wall, his malicious smile gleaming.