Chapter 10

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WARNING: THIS CHAPTER IS REALLY CRINGY! I COULDN'T THINK OF MUCH TO IT!

John's POV: 

was I dead? I didn't feel pain but I thought you don't feel pain in the afterlife. I slowly opened my eyes and was staring straight at a shocked and horrified Alexander. 

"Alex?" 

I noticed there was a smoking gun in his hand. My eyes trailed to Francis's slumped, bleeding and unconscious body on the ground. Dead. 

Alex slumped to the ground, sobbing. "I'm sorry! I didn't know what to do! He was going to-I had to- I needed-" 

I kissed him softly. "he's gone." 

"pardon the interruption but what the hell are we going to do with the bodies?" Peggy pointed to Francis and Reynolds. 

Eliza brightened with a suggestion. "We could burn them! I knew a guy once who-" 

"NO!" We all shouted. 

"Reynolds isn't dead just unconscious." Herc pointed out. 

yeah, he was still breathing. sadly. 

"Why don't we kill him and make a forged suicide note?" Angelica suggested. 

"NO! we are not JD!" Alex shook his head. 

 Why the hell must it be us? We could've been in the dorm playing truth or dare or getting drunk at the bar! instead we're sitting tin this hell hole! 

"okay, we can drag the bodies and put them in the forest. Then put some beer bottles near them so everyone thinks they became drunk. We will not," I glared at Angelica. "kill them and make forged notes. hurry up before someone gets suspicious." 

Herc began to drag Francis outside, Laf following with Reynolds in hand. "combien pèse ce crétin ?!"(how much does this jerk weigh?)

"Don't worry Laffy! you're doing great!" Alex called as he helped me walk. 

John laughed as the Schylur sisters sashayed out scream singing a Miranda song changing the names. 

"ANGELICAAAAA!" 

"ELIZAAAA!" 

"AND MEGGY!" (shippers ship!)

Peggy carried Maria out bridal style, screaming their little twisted version of 'And Jasmine'. (quick note: I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT I'M DOING!) 

"Does anyone have alcohol on them?" Alex called out. 

"what maniac carries alcohol?!" Eliza shot me a strange look.

Herc and Laf giggled nervously, showing their tiny bottles of whiskey. 

The Schylur's face palmed. Alex smirked, I stifled a laugh. Maria took a swig of it before placing the bottle at Reynold's feet. 

"goodbye BIATCH!" 

I stumbled over to Laf's bottle. I still felt sore but I could walk. I stared down at Francis's body. all the shit I had to go through from him. All the tears I had shed, all the pain I felt all was from him. I half expected him to wake up and hurt me again. I breathed a sigh of relief and accepted he was gone.

 I raised the tiny bottle screaming "RAISE A GLASS TO FREEDOM!" 

Dropping the bottle into his cold hand and jogged back to the Hamilsquad. We were finally back together. No one could hurt us. No one to control us. There are sinners in the world, but the saints topple it. 

         END

THIS WAS ONE OF THE MOST CRINGIEST THINGS I'VE EVER DONE! I'M SORRY IF IT MADE YOU UNCOMFORTABLE HOPEFULLY EVERYTHING ELSE WILL BE BETTER BUT STILL....I hope to create more soon

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