(Angst time.
TRIGGER WARNING FOR ABUSE AND HOMOPHOBIA)
February came to an end, and turned into March, which then became April.
The weather warmed, and even though it was still in the 50-60's temperature wise, the students of Bluesville High eagerly began wearing t-shirt and shorts again.
George had been wearing a t-shirt on April 11th, when he came home that day.
His dad's truck had been in the driveway, but when George entered the house there was no sign of him.
George assumed he had carpooled with one of his friends to the bar or one of his shady "jobs", and went downstairs to his bedroom without a second thought.
He was in a good mood that day because Philip had kissed him four times, and had put one of the newly blooming flowers in George's shirt pocket so you could see the lovely pink petals.
George's mood did a u-turn as he opened his bedroom door.
His dad was sitting on the floor, looking through the pictures of Philip, and the gay flag Philip had given him that George had carefully hidden on the inside of his closet door.
George's dad looked up angrily, having heard the door open.
"Where do you find those?" George choked out, fear coursing through his body. He wanted to run, but he also really didn't want for his dad to ruin his pictures of Philip, and maybe use them to find George's boyfriend.
"Who's this?" George's dad asked, holding up a picture of Philip smiling at the camera, bundled up in George's scarf.
"It doesn't matter." George said.
"Is he your boyfriend?" His dad asked, picking up the gay flag after dropping the picture of Philip. "I know you're a faggot, George. Only faggots would have the faggot flag hidden in their room."
George didn't answer.
"You're a fucking disgrace. If you hadn't been born your mom would still be here. She probably left because she knew you were a fag."
His dad picked up an empty beer bottle that had been lying next to him, and drunkenly stumbled towards George.
"You're not my son." He said before swinging the bottle at George's face.
There was pain, and the sensation of blood dripping down from the side of George's forehead.
There was a moment of silence.
"Well I never wanted to be your son anyways." George said calmly before swinging his fist with all his strength at his father's head.
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Philip Hamilton x George Eacker becuz I said so
FanficModern Hamilton where the duel between George and Philip is in a school parking lot, and instead of dying Philip breaks his arm, and then they fall in love. Be prepared for them to be out of character. Also be prepared for inaccurate descriptions of...
