Sinners and Saints: A modern HAMILTON AU

Chapter 6

TW: SELF HARM

Alex's POV: 

I racked my brain with ideas of how to get our friends back. I had a hunch Jeffershit had something to do with it. 

I stalked over to his door and banged on it. On the other side, I could hear moaning and giggling. I came at the worst possible time but who gives a fuck? 

I pounded harder. "JEFFERSHIT! OPEN UP!" 

The door swung open mid banging  to see a very confused Madison. "what the hell man? it's 4 in the morning!" 

"Where's Jeffershit?" 

Madison glanced nervously in the room and answered. "busy." 

I pushed past him. I'm not a patient person. "JEFFERSHIT!" 

damn they have a nice dorm.

I swung open the bedroom door and gagged. Jefferson was doing IT with a freshman. 

"GET OUT HERE JEFFERSHIT!" I hollered. 

I heard a squeal as Jefferson covered her with a blanket and stood up. "why the hell are you here Hamilbitch?" 

I dragged him out of the room and threw him against the wall. 

"woah what the hell! I'll have you know I have delicate skin!" he shrieked. 

I stood inches from his face. "what do you know about John and Maria's captors?" 

"what the fuck are you talking about?! get outta here!" 

"where are they? I know you have some information!" I wanted to punch him. 

"seriously, I have no idea what you're talking about!" 

I locked eyes with him. for once, he wasn't lying. 

I tsked and left the room. SOMEONE had to know. I can't sit here and wait-

"Alex?" 

Why is everyone interrupting my thinking sessions? 

I turned to face Aaron Burr who looked genuinely concerned. "I heard what happened to John. I'm sorry." 

I wanted to answer with something snappy but I just turned and walked away. I don't need anyone's pity. 

my phone dinged with another notification. please be John and not the psychopaths! I prayed, retrieving the message. 

I was going to smash this goddamn phone then murder Francis AND Reynolds.  

this time, it was a photo of a terrified John, badly bruised and looked like hell. 

the text under it read: 

come and get it! 

hot tears streamed down my face. Why must there be jackasses like this? 

I ran back to my dorm room and locked my self in the bathroom. I hate myself. I hate Francis, I hate John not being here, I hate being helpless. 

I retrieved a razor from the medicine cabinet and angled it. I felt numb as I raked it across my skin. Everything I love has been taken from me. My mother, my home, John, my brother. I failed them all. 

I needed them back and sitting here wasn't helping. 

I examined the photo closely. the space seemed run down but didn't look like a warehouse, more like a trashy apartment. 

I knew some apartments close to the college. they all looked run down. I had a start. No more acting pathetic.