broadway kid || an original hamilton cast fan fiction

Chapter 38

Gracie's POV

I just puked all over my bed, now that right there was disgusting. I looked up guilty at Lin, who seemed to be still holding my hair.

"I'm sorry," I say to him, "It just sorta happened."

"Oh Mija, it's not your fault," Lin told me but, It didn't help the fact that I felt guilty, " You can't help that you are sick."

Super mom, Vanessa, busted up in my room. A concerned look on her face for....well me.

"Aw, baby!" Vanessa called me, "What happened? "

"I just I got sick. I'm sorry it just happened."

"Oh don't be sorry, Mija. Do you think you are going to throw up again?"

"I think I'm going to be fine."

"How about you go take a shower. You know, I bet that would make you feel all good and cleansed."

"I guess I will"

I smelled disgusting, with throw up all down my shirt. I took off my previous clothes, and jumped in the shower.

I started to think about things, mainly my life.  The show, Nick, and, I guess Anthony and Jasmine.

I washed my hair and body, then hopped out of the shower. I slipped on some warm Pj's, and went back to my room.

My Nordstrom bedding was replaced by living room blankets. I pulled out my laptop, and logged into my Netflix account. I had to watch Gossip Girl, the best show on Netflix in my opinion.

After an episode, Lin crept into my room shutting the door behind him. I took my headphones out of my hears, and waited for Lin to speak.

"Nick is here." Lin said,"He seems really upset."

"Really?"

"Yeah, you want to talk to him," Lin said,"I mean I think he would understand."

"No, I want to see him."

                           •••

Nick entered my room, with tear stained eyes. "Hey Gracie, I heard you were sick?"

"Yeah I am, who'd you hear it from?" I questioned my boyfriend.

"Vanessa told me on the way in here."

"Me being sick isn't why you're here is it?" I spoke to reality.

"No, It's not." Nick replied, "I-It's my mom, she's sick again."

Nick's Mother has had breast cancer on and off for about a year.
He calls her every morning and ask how the doctors are treating her.

"Oh, Nick, I'm so sorry. Is she going to be okay?"

"Gracie, It's really bad this time. It may be my last time with he."

A single tear escaped his eye.

"Gracie, what i'm trying to say is that, I don't how long I will be there. "

Nick Barasch was breaking up with me, and my heart broke in half.

"Are we breaking up?"

"I love you and I just don't want you to be here alone."

I nodded slowly, trying to understand this fragile task.

"When are you leaving?" I simply ask him.

I have no words. I have a few words: heart break, devastation, and overwhelmed.

"Tonight, at 8."

I took in what be my last moments with Nick, as a couple. He tried to hug me, but I pushed him away.

"I'm sick. I don't want to get you sick."

"I love you with every ounce of my body. How could you think that you being sick would change that."

He hugged me in the silence for a solid two minutes, and then loud sobbed turn to quiet whimpers.

•••

"Hey, honey, you got to get up. We have to go for the Richard Rodgers. "

I slowly lift my head up from my pillow, "Do I have too?"

"Yeah, I have to handle something before the show tonight, and you have to run through some dances."

"Hmm..Okay," I responded.

It had been days since I had gone to the Richard Rodgers. All I wanted to do was sleep, eat ice cream, and watch Netflix.

I didn't want to leave.  In my home, I didn't have to confront the outside world.

When we got to the theatre I hid in the girls dressing room, sobbing in their shared bathroom. I cried because Nick couldn't make it work with me. I mean we could have tried the long distance kinda thing.

He probably thought it wouldn't of been worth it, let me rephrase. I must of not been worth it.

Why couldn't I catch a break? Too much had happened in the last six months. I would never escape death and sorrow. I should accept the fact that I may never be normal or happy.

                             •••

"Hey, kiddo?" Lin said as he walked into the bathroom that I was temporarily using as a cry shack. "There's some 18-year-old man, by the name of Dan Domenech who wants to meet you."

Dan Domenech. Why was he here? And for me? He play's J.D. in Heathers. How does e know about little old me?

"Okay, Fine"

-Kenz