Point Of View : Alexander
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I don't understand. I don't understand any of it. Was I drunk? Why did I ask for that? I must have begged him. He knows I'm self conscious about that. He knows I didn't want to have sex yet. Not until we were a few months longer into our relationship.
I shook my head as I walked to the kitchen. I should call Eliza. She would listen. She would try to understand.
My phone rang before I could call. It was her.
"Hello? Eliza?"
"Yes. Hello Alex. Listen. You need to come down here. Now. I need to talk to you."
"Uh-okay." I hung up and raced out the door.
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I ran all the way to Liza's house. Something was definitely wrong. She probably spoke to John or found out about what I asked for.
I knocked on the door, and Eliza answered almost immediately. She looked like she had just fought someone. Out of breath, her dress in rags.
"I'm sorry, Alex. I had to fight John to sit down." Wait what? John was here?!
"Oh, no worries." I said as I shook my head. I was bluffing so hard. There was a lot of worries here. Would he blame me for everything? It was my fault after all.
"Come in, John is in the living room. Be careful. He's kind of a beast right now." I nodded and stepped inside. Her house was so well kept. She had been getting on well since Angie's death.
As I rounded the corner into the living room, I almost cried. John was sitting in a chair with his arms and legs tied around the chair. Tears streaming down his face. His breaths were shaky and disheveled.
"J-John." I spoke softly. My eyes raging with anger at Eliza's actions. How could she have chained my lover?
"Alexander. Have a seat. As you can see, John has already done so." Eliza's cheery voice interrupted my thoughts. I spun around at her joke.
"Why?" Those were my only words I could manage.
"Alex. I had too, he was being violent and I-"
"ELIZA! A word." I yelled clenching my fists at my side. She nodded as she stepped outside the room, me trailing behind her.
"Elizabeth. Why would you tie him up like that? He's sensitive to stuff like that. I don't know what to say. Can't you see he's upset?" I questioned aggressively.
"Alexander. I did what I had to do. He was throwing things and screaming and I had too. I know he's sensitive. I'm sorry. I had to, Alex. Please believe me." she whispered. She began to cry, and I did something I never should have done. I hit her.
She screamed loudly, clutching her cheek and falling to the floor. I just hit my best friend. What have I become? What on earth have I done?
"Eliza! I-"
"Alex. Leave. Please just go."
"Eliza, I-"
"GO!"
"I-I'm so sorry!" I cried, the tears rushing down my face as I ran out the front door. As I looked back I saw Eliza holding her face in her hands. She looked up at me and glared. I hate myself.
I ran all the way home, and laid on my bed. I just lost my lover and my best friend. What is going on with me?
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Four months later
I was walking through the streets, when I saw John on his knees in front of Jefferson.
"Thomas..." He grabbed John by the arm and pulled him up.
"Get up."
"Thomas, I-"
He threw him to the ground again.
"No. I don't want to hear it from you." John looked up at him with horror in his eyes and shook his head.
"Thomas listen! Please!"
I watched as he grabbed John by the arm and pulled him up to his face.
"I will never listen to you." He spat on him and then pushed John down roughly.
He whined loudly and grabbed his stomach. Thomas grabbed John's hand, and pulled it away from his stomach, then kicked him hard. His body lurched and I could tell that he was in pain. Thomas continued to kick him, until John's body slipped out of conscience.
Thomas laughed and continued down the street, leaving John there.
"John!" I screamed. I ran towards him, but I was ushered away. "NO!"
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Two Days Later
The infirmary finally let me in to see him. I couldn't believe Thomas. Thomas wasn't usually the aggressive type.
John was awake, and smiled when he saw me walk in.
"Al-Alex. Y-you came."
"Of course I did! I love you." I wrapped my palm around his.
"I was so scared. I thought Thomas and I were a thing. I thought that he loved me. I thought he enjoyed me. I thought I brought him pleasure. But he was using me this entire time. He never loved me. He lied."
"John. Hush. You're going to reopen your scars."
"I'm sorry Alex, I'm just really angry. I thought he loved me. I didn't think that one day he would put me in the infirmary."
"Me neither. But John, I want to tell you something. You are the hottest thing that I have ever seen. You are so cute. You are so out of it all the time, and that's what I love about you."
"That I'm stupid?"
"No! That you're so freewilled. You're always trying something new. I love you so much. You're so free. Nothing can break you."
"Thanks Alex."
Just then, Elizabeth ran in. She caught his eyes and ran to him. Her arms wrapped around his neck, and she squeezed.
"John! Oh my god! I thought you were dead! They wouldn't say anything! They told me family only! I didn't know what to do, I-"
John cleared her throat signalling that I was in the room. She stood up properly.
"Hello."
"Uh, hi."
"Alex, Eliza, talk to each other." John persisted.
"Alex, can we talk for a moment?"
"Sure." I replied and we stepped outside the tent.
"Look, I'm so sorry." I said. I raised my hand to run it through my hair, and she flinched. "Eliza."
"Sorry, I just-"
"Elizabeth Schuyler Burr. Why did you just flinch."
"I didn't flinch...."
"Eliza! Tell me the truth!"
" Aaron abuses me, okay?!"
"What?"
"Aaron gets drunk with Hercules and Marquis, and then he comes home and gets angry. He takes it out on me. That's why I got so scared when you hit me. I thought you were going to beat me."
I wrapped my arms around her.
"I am so sorry. I can't believe he does that." I said. I pulled away and looked into her eyes.
"Kiss me, Alexander Hamilton. Kiss me."
So I did.
