My Dearest, [ Alexander Hamilton | Reader ]

• Chapter Two •

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There it was in the distance, New York. Despite a heavy fog, the silhouettes of the building could be seen. After many restless nights with the ship rocking wildly, deceased thrown over like rag-dolls and illness spreading like wildfire. [Your name] finally made it.

She carried her truck off the ship, scanning the city. She began wandering the streets looking at the people and building pass by as she walked. It was rather different from Britain but, there was something rather welcoming.

It had been a few minutes, the cold had finally hit her. The breeze felt like a whip leaving an unpleasant warm feeling on her exposed limbs. She eventually came across a pub, the doors were opened allowing the warmth to seep outside.

She entered, warmth returned to her body. She was not much of a drinker perhaps because she'd never tasted alcohol. Her mother had never approved of drinking as it was not something a lady should do.

Her thoughts were interrupted by a few fellows. There seemed to be around five of them. They seemed to be discussing revolution against Britain. It was rather foolish as they were measly men going against a whole empire.

She looked through the opened door seeing the ocean rocking the boats, the wind assisting causing it to sway. She then began to go into thought on where she'd go for the night. It was not something she was prepared for.

It seems she'd need to rest in the streets. It was a repulsive thought seeing as vile men would walk at night. There was no doubt in her mind, she'd be mistaken for a wench but, it was not a matter of discussion. There seemed to be no inn nearby either.

Hours passed, the sun no longer reflected off the sea instead the moon stood in its place. She'd gone from the tavern to look for a shelter, there was none perhaps, she should have stayed in Britain. She'd have a warm bed to rest in and someone to talk to. What was she thinking running off like this?

It had gone unnoticed by [Your name], all the streets were deserted with only a few people passing by and sailors nearby their ships. There was an unexpected firm grip upon her shoulder, she quickly turned to face an unfamiliar older face.

The man had an unkempt beard. He wore a grin showing his decaying teeth. His breath was no improvement, he was grotesque.

"What beauty, I'm sure the crew would enjoy your company. How much for you, darling?"

He removed his filthy hand and placed it underneath her chin, she attempted to shuffle away from the man's grip but, it was no use. He'd gotten a tight grip on her wrist as well.

"Come on, love~ I'm sure you'd enjoy our company as well"

"No, sir! I've ought to be off, my husbands' waiting for me."

"Husband? What kind of man would let such a face like yours wander the streets alone? Come along, dear. I'm sure you'll forget that man with us"

He began to tighten his grip and walked toward a larger group of men, all in similar conditions. Filthy.

[Your name] lost hold of her trunk and quickly began to struggle, hitting the man with her free hand, pleading for help. Her heels dragged along the concrete. She finally made contact to his countenance.

He released his grip upon contact, it was obvious it shocked him. She fell to the ground, trying to lift herself to flee the man.

"You damn harlot!"

He held a firm grip on her [Hair color] locks. He threw her onto the pavement. The only thing she was capable of was raising her delicate hands to possibly shield her from further impact.

In the distance, there were shouts, followed by the strident footsteps. A seemingly young man pushed the elder one, arguing while doing so. [Your name] was stunned, tears unconsciously running down her cheeks.

After a long period of yelling and cursing, there was silence. She'd not moved, not an inch. She'd never experience such violence with the exception of her mother but, never did it escalate to this.

A hand unexpectedly extended to her, she hesitantly looked up to an oddly familiar face. He wore a kind smile mixed with concern. She placed her palm on his, he slowly helped her up.

They walked through the now completely abandoned street, replicating a ghost town. He carried her trunk. The houses no longer illuminated the streets below, the moon giving a dim glow to the pavement.

There was complete silence as the two continued. The only sound that was audible was the clicking of heels on the pavement.

Click. Click. Click.

It repeated for what seemed an eternity. [Your name] balling her dresses' fabric in one hand. She was still rather baffled by the events that unfolded.

Why?

Why trust this man?

Would he be any better than the other?

Would he attempt to pull a similar stunt?

"Thank you, for what you did"

She spoke softly, looking over to the man who's features were hidden by the dark of the night. He looked over, giving a small nod.

"It's what anyone would have done."

There was another period of silence until he finally signaled they'd arrived. It was a rather lovely abode however, it was different to what she was grew up to, there would be no scenery to wake to.

[Your name] was welcomed to a blast of warmth, it differed from the streets harsh winds. Once inside, she realized how exhausted she truly was. The fellow noticed too and insisted on her resting, offering his bed to which she declined multiple times.

After continually debating, she finally agreed to sleep in the bed while he slept on the couch. Upon entering the room, she sat on the side of the bed, in deep thought. She hadn't even gotten the man's name.

[Eye color] orbs scanned the room, there was not much to inspect other than a desk to one corner with a quill and ink. She lied down, adjusting herself, she began to shut her eyes and drift to sleep.

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