All I've Ever Wanted (Laurette)

Chapter 46

Laurens's POV

I pushed Lee away from me, backing away.
"W-Why are you acting like this? It's scaring me, knock it off! It's not funny!" I growled at him. His expression changed to angry and he moved closer to me each time that I would move backwards. I nearly tripped over multiple things on the floor but I kept my balance. His hand darted out to grab me but just missed as I move out of the way. He went to grab my shoulder again, when I moved, he ended up grabbing my hair. "Ow!! Lee s-stop! Let go!" I cried, practically sobbing now. He pulled me close to his chest, my back against him now. He kissed my jawline but I cringed and turned my head away. He growled and violently yanked my head back to him, kissing me again. I felt disgusted and pulled away from his kiss. He snaked an arm around my waist and breathed against my ear. I panicked and screamed for help. I hoped that Hercules or Lafayette- heck even Burr- would come to my aid. But he covered my mouth.
"Shut your mouth, stop screaming." He commanded. I was so terrified that I obeyed and stopped. I shook violently, has he slowly undid my hair ribbon. He dropped it on the ground and smirked. I wanted him to just leave and I wanted to tell Lafayette, but I got the exact opposite of him leaving...

Lafayette's POV

After what seemed like hours discussing maps with Washington, I was exhausted and wanted to go lay next to John. I wanted to fall asleep next to his comforting warmth. I stepped out of the general's tent and sighed, rubbing the side of my face. I made my way through the camp, heading to my tent. I imagined walking in on Laurens sitting on his cot and writing another beautiful poem by candle light. I smiled as I imagined him looking up and welcoming me to recite poems with him again. I was snapped out of my thoughts when Hercules stopped me.
"I'll be heading to the tent late tonight. Though you should get some rest, you look exhausted." He said.
"I feel like it, mon amie." I laughed and nodded as he walked away. I continued to my tent and lifted the flap, going inside when I got to it. But my hopes of a happy John Laurens was crushed by the sight of him sitting on his cot, his hair down and sobbing uncontrollably. I rushed over to him and pulled him close, pressing his head against my chest. I examined him and my heart dropped. He had marks all over his shoulders and neck-bruises and bite marks, his clothes lazily put back on him but they were slightly torn. I kissed his head softly and brushed his hair back.
"J-John...W-Who did this to you?" I asked, knowing exactly what had happened. He coughed and answered me weakly.
"C-Charles L-Lee..."