pov. James Madison
I was walking home from school, Burr had finally shown up but there were small rumors he had attempted suicide and Charles was always smiling around him and I think I had saw them kiss a couple times. My poor baby Thomas was home sick with the flu and I was surprised I hadn't caught it yet. His parents after learning what had happened let me stay and treated me like their own son. I had almost made it when I saw someone in the corner of my eye. Whoever it was kept walking faster and I went to almost a sprint. Whoever it was started running and then they grabbed my shoulder pushing me to the ground. I glanced up my heart pounding.
"Hello James" My father said smirking. My eyes widened and my muscles froze. I tried to speak, move, do anything but all I could do was let out tiny fearful squeaks. He grabbed me and all I could do was twitch. He dragged me back towards his car and through me into the back as I began to sob.
"please" I managed to whisper.
"SHUT THE FUCK UP" He screamed before beginning to drive. Sobbed loudly as he drove us back into my neighborhood, Back to my house. He stopped the car and opened up the door before grabbing me and bringing me inside. he dropped me onto the floor and then I saw her. My own mother, hanging from her neck both wrists slit. I ran up to her and sobbed loudly.
"No,no, NO" I cried out.
"this is all your fault... DO YOU KNOW HOW WORRIED WE WERE FOR YOU" He shouted. He reached over and grabbed a gun from the kitchen table.
"THIS IS BECAUSE OF YOU AND WHAT YOU'VE DONE TO ME!!!" He yelled placing the gun to the back of his head.
"NO!" I screamed as he fired the gun. blood splattered everywhere, covering me in it. I watched as he collapsed onto the ground blood still pouring out of him. His face was gone and brain and eyes where some where around me. I fell on the blood covered floor feeling as It covered me. It seemed to consume me in a bloody blanket. I laid there for what seemed like forever. I curled myself into a tight ball and sobbed at my hung mother and my father his his head blown off. I should just die too, end my fucked up bloodline. Then I saw a small picture flash through my head. Thomas, I couldn't die he needed me. I got up from the puddle of blood and began to walk back toward Thomas's house.
pov. Thomas Jefferson
I sat in my bed a throw up bucket at my side and tissues seeming to be everywhere. My blanket was pulled up to my chin. I seemed to be overheating while freezing to death at the same time. I laughed wondering how James put up with his almost every two months. But even though my brain felt like it was being cooked slowly that wasn't what I was worried about. My Jemmy still wasn't home and ever second I seemed to get more and anxious for him.
"M-Mom" I groaned loudly. She walked in to my room with a mug of tea.
"Hey sweetie, are you feeling any better" she said putting a hand on my forehead.
"is James home yet" I muttered weakly feeling my throat scrape with every word. it was already 5:00 he had to be home soon.
"he's not home yet" she said sounding worried. I heard a knock at the front door and tried to stand only for my mom look at me.
"Stay you need the rest." she said refusing me to see my Jemmy if it was him.
she walked out of my room and I heard a scream. I shot out of my bed half stumbling only to see James eyes wide and watery, blood covering him. He was shaking and I feared the worst. I informed the pain I was feeling and sprinted to him before hugging him tightly.
"he killed himself, he's dead because of me" He whispered trembling I tried to pick him up only for a jolt of pain to run through me. I fell to the ground sweating a little and James stumbled to catch me. both my parents walked up to me and James.
"Thomas go to bed, we need to talk with James." She said like I was a small child.
"No, Thomas" she said. My father pulled me up to my feet and d I stumbled over to the table.
"I am not leaving James' I said getting a sigh from my father. James stumbled up to me and sat next to me. We all sat at the table and James began to tell one of the most terrifying things I had ever heard. By the time he was done he was crying and both my parents looked horrified.They began to comfort James and I felt helpless as I hugged his waist whispering small things into his ear. He Calmed down still shaking. My parents said that they would handle this and James went to go shower. I stumbled to my room and hid in my mountain of pillows and blankets. I couldn't believe his father did that to him. at least I wouldn't have to worry about him hurting James ever but at what cost. I saw a figure in door way and James stepped in.
"I know you're sick but I'm still scared" He mumbled. I lifted blankets and he crawled under the blankets. I kissed him gently and he kissed back.
" are you going to be alright" I whispered.
"yeah I'll be fine" he whispered quietly. He shivered a little pulling himself closer to me.
"I got you" I whispered hugging him tightly. We stayed snuggled together and he let out a cute kitten-like sneeze.
"Fuck I think you got me sick" He murmured
"Yay, now I can cuddle you all day" I half muttered. he giggled and ran his fingers through my hair muttering softly. I held him close as he rested his head against me beginning to let out a small shallow breathes.
