Secrets - A Lams Fanfiction

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~Philip Hamilton~

I took Ava-Grace downstairs to my room. I still had a couple buckets of old toys from when I was a kid so I let her pick and choose what she wanted to play with.

She pulled out some blocks so we sat together on the floor, building a castle. "Pippy! Look!" Ava-Grace exclaimed and stacked the last block onto the top of the tower, "we did it!"

I smiled and nodded. "We did! Good job, Ava!" I hugged her and she knocked over the whole thing. Blocks landed all across my room. Great. I'll have to clean that later. I thought to myself.

She started to build again when John came down the stairs. "Hey, you guys ok?" He asked and hugged Ava.

"Uncle John!!! We made a tower and then I knocked it over! So much fun!!" She smiled and clung to his leg.

He chuckled and picked her up. "Well, why don't we give Pip a break while you and I clean up the mess?" He asked.

"Thanks, pops. You're the best." I smiled and went upstairs. I knew my stuff was hidden well so I didn't care that John was there. I sighed as I went to the kitchen, grabbing some grapefruit juice for myself and an orange juice box for Ava.

I was at the top of the stairs when I heard John shout, "PHILIP!" I quickly went downstairs and noticed half the blocks put away, John holding Ava and something small in his hand.

Crap. I knew exactly what he was holding. My Pay-As-You-Go phone that I picked up while at college. I froze. How did he find it? Did Ava pick it up? Did they see anything else?

"Explain this." John said strictly. I've never heard him like this. He is usually the calm one. The comedic relief even. Not the strict dad. It shook me up a little.

I took a deep breath. I couldn't tell him the truth. "A friend gave it to me..." I lied. My heart was pounding in my chest.

"Why? To sell you this?" He held up a bag of weed. My heart got faster. He found everything. "Philip, explain this! Why do you have drugs in my house!?" He shouted.

Ava-Grace started to cry at John's outburst. I knew I couldn't get out of this but I could delay it at least a little.

"I'm going to call mom to pick up Ava..." I mumbled and went back upstairs. My hands were sweaty as I clicked on my moms contact and waited for her to answer.

"Philip? Is everything ok?" I heard dad say as he came down from his office. I put my finger over my mouth then pointed to my phone as my mom answered.

"Hey, Pip- is everything ok with Ava? I can come get her-" my mom rambled as soon as she answered the phone. I took a deep breath and tried to talk without my voice shaking.

"Yeah- um she wants to go home.. I think she's tired... she really wants you." I lied. More lies. But it was fine...

"Ok- I'll be right there. Thanks for calling. See you soon." My mom said. Probably too fast. If I wasn't about to be evicted or arrested, I would have been more suspicious.

Pops came upstairs and filled dad in on what happened. I started to freak out more since dad looked furious. I knew that that was it. He would probably call the cops and have me arrested. That was the end of my life.

My parents acted normal while my mom picked up Ava. I stayed away because I knew she would see right through me. She would be able to tell if something was wrong.

Once she was gone, my dads yelled at me. The explained why I was in trouble, and even though they could and probably should kick me out and call the police, they weren't going to because I was their son and they loved me.

"Do you do the weed?" Dad asked strictly. I shook my head. "No sir... just sell it..." I explained and looked at my shoes.

"Why? What happened to you?" Pops asked. I didn't want to answer. I didn't want to tell them why I started. I didn't want to tell them what happened at college. I didn't want to tell them about Theodosia...

"I needed money..." I lied. They saw through me. Obviously. "Then ASK! We can give you money when you need it! You don't have to run off and take matters into your own hands. You need food? Ask. You need clothes? Ask! Just ask! Seriously, Pip!"  Dad scolded.

"I'm sorry... I'll stop... youcan get rid of that..." I mumbled and tried to go back to my room. Pops stopped me.

"No. You're sleeping in the guestroom upstairs until we search your things. I hope you understand why we have to. We don't want to get you in trouble with the police, ok? Is there anything else we should know about?"

I shook my head. "No sir... I'll go upstairs now..." I sighed and slowly made my way to the guestroom. It was too hot as the sun shined through the window. I hate this room.