Soulmate AU's (Hamilton)

(lams/hamlaf)

Alexander rolled over in his bed, staring at the ceiling. The other side of the bed was neatly made, corners tucked under the mattress. It had been three years, why wasn't he over this? He gripped the blanket, staring at what would have been John's spot on the bed. He quickly turned over when he felt tears prick his eyes. No, he should be over this. Philip wouldn't want him to cry. He wouldn't want him to cry. 

He sighed, getting out of his bed and numbly walking over to his balcony, sitting on one of the chairs. He closed his eyes, imagining how he and John used to sit on the edge of their apartment balcony and listen to the noises of New York. Now, he was living in a huge, beautiful home, sitting on a white washed balcony. He sighed,rubbing his face. 

He sighed, the events of that horrid night replaying in his mind. It was all remembered vividly. Alexander still thought it was his fault. He missed before, when they were high school sweethearts. He missed the gentle  kisses, the hugs, the embraces. Buying their first apartment... moving into the house he lives in now. 

But then John started drinking. It was almost  a month after he adopted Philip. John wasn't at all happy that the transaction happened without him, so he had given Alex the silent treatment. One night he just came home drunk. 

Alexander had tried to calmly move him to bed, and Philip started crying. John shoved Alexander angrily, and marched with fists clenched. Alexander tried to beat him to Philip's room, to calm down the baby before John got more angry. 

This was the fourth night he had come home drunk. He had always been an angry drunk. Alexander had tried running away three days later, but some how John found them. John marched into Philips room just in time, as Alexander dove over the crib and snatched Philip up. 

"Alexander..." he had growled at him, "give me the baby."

"Why do you want him?" Alexander had shouted, hugging Philip to his chest. 

"So I can do what I should've done when you got the rat," john snarled, "kill it."

"John, he's your son!"

"No, he's not. He's a bastard child. Just like you." 

And with that, John had stepped forward, and slapped Alexander. 

Alex was stunned for a moment, before glaring back at the man he used to love. "Get out." He said shakily... darkly. John seemed to sober up for a second, his hard stance faultering. "Listen here, whore. You went and adopted that orphan without my permission. I'm the man here, not-"

"I said get out!" Alexander screamed, which only made john angrier. He stormed up to Alexander, grabbing his wrist tightly, and dragged him out of the room. He forcefully made Alexander leave Philip in his crib again. When Alexander refused to leave the baby, John gripped him by his hair and dragged him out of the room. Alexander lashed and screamed, trying desperately to rip John's hand out of his hair. 

When he let Alexander go, he kicked the man in his stomach, sending him to the floor. "Bastard." He cursed. "Whore's son." He kicked him again. "Pathetic." He said, another kick. "Wretch." Another kick. Alexander was coughing, gagging and holding his stomach. John had never acted like this, why was he abusing me!? He remembered thinking. 

John let Alexander go, and went to go back to Philip's room, as the baby's wails angered him. Alexander scrambled up, coughing up blood from wounds he knew he had internally. He shoved books  out of the way, and frantically threw open a container. 

His hands shook as he held the gun up, aimed at the back of his high school sweetheart's head. They were the perfect couple. Perfect until now. He fired the gun twice. And John fell to the ground, limp. Alexander scrambled to his feet, shoving the gun into John's hand, before running to Philip's room. He scooped up his son. He ran to his room, quickly taking a packed bag, and Philips diaper bag, and ran. Ran away from his apartment. Ran away from John.