Soulmate AU's (Hamilton)

Papa Hates You

It was a dark, cold January night. Philip sat in his bed, and looked around the dark room. He thought he heard something. Maybe it was in his head. He laid back down, and snuggled back into his pillow. Then he heard it again, a constant ringing, a squeak if you will. Feet running fast across the wooden floors. His heart jumped into his chest slightly. He knew all of his siblings were asleep, and if his pa was awake, he'd never be running around like this. 

A small form then climbed into bed with him, and Philip looked over at his little sister. The whole massive clan of Hamilton children shared one room, another reason Philip knew none of them could be making the noise. 

"well, hey, Angie, was that you up?" Philip whispered, knowing their mother was asleep a room over.

"Papa's scary.." She whispered quietly, snuggling into Philip, he took her hand.

"Papa's listening." He whispered back. 

Her eyes suddenly went wide, and she quickly pulled them both to lay down. 

"Papa's watching.." She whispered even quieter. 

Philip felt a cold rush of air hit his back, and he stiffened slightly. 

"No more papa." Alexander whispered as the small girl in Philip's arms began to sob.

Alexander grabbed a fist full of Philip's hair and dragged him out of the bed. he began kicking, reaching for his little sister, who sat sobbing in his bed. 

Alexander dragged Philip into his study, throwing him down and shutting the door. Philip heard the click of the lock, and stood up shakily, carefully holding the part of his head where his father had angrily yanked on his hair. 

Alexander grabbed Philip by the throat, holding the teen to the wall by his neck. He tightened when Philip tried to scream, which only caused a choked gasp to emerge threw his lips. Alexander glared at him threw dilated eyes. 

Philip had never seen his father like this before, he was horrified. When Philip blinked, Alexander would change from his father, smiling and happy, to some twisted apparition, with blood dripping from his mouth, eyes with and pupils small. Then he'd blink and Alexander would look normal again. 

"I knew you weren't in bed..." Alexander spoke softly, leaning close to Philip's ear. His eye twitched, and Philip felt his lungs struggling to breath. Alexander sat back for a minute, watching Philip's face turn red. Alexander gave him a polite, cute smile, before pulling him off the wall. Philip smiled slightly, delirious from lack of oxygen, and thought Alexander was going to let him go. Alex pulled him up, smiling at him, before slamming him back into the wall, the grip on his neck becoming stronger. 

"Ah the human body, so fragile..." he hummed, dropping Philip, who fell to the floor and gasped for air, holding his throat. He looked up at his father. 

"W-why are you d-doing this, Pa?" He asked quietly. He could still feel the faint squeeze of Alexander's fingers around his neck, tingling his skin. 

Alexander had walked to the window, smirking, and turned to his son with a weird look in his eyes. He began walking towards Philip, and Philip watched as Alexander twisted and turned, blinking and seeing the same bloody figure that wasn't his father. 

Seeing the dilated pupils move like slits, the blood trickling from his nose and mouth, the way his hair wasn't neatly done, but wildly tangled. Alexander cocked his head to the side, and his eyes moved from slits to white slates, where Philip could see his own scared self in their reflection. 

papa's scary

"Because, my love..." Alexander smiled, just as he used to when Philip was little. His mouth was suddenly blood free, and when he smiled, Philip could see large teeth, spiked and bright white.

 "Because you've done something you shouldn't have... you lied to me, Philip..." He cooed, touching the side of Philip's cheek. 

Philip was too scared to back away from the gesture.

 "And we can't have that, now can we?" He snickered, grabbing a fist full of Philip's hair, and began dragging him to the large window in the room. 

"You're a disrespectful little brat" Alexander spat, throwing him down by the window. Philip felt his heart sink further into his shoes. 

papa hates you

"Pathetic." He kicked him once. Philip felt tears start to form in his eyes.   

papa hates you

"Useless piece of shit!" Alexander said, kicking him for very syllable. Philip lurched with each kick, hugging his stomach in an attempt to to shield himself from the kicks. 

Alexander back up, once again picking Philip up by his neck, pushing him against the cold glass window. 

"Philip.." He said, smiling, squeezing the air out of the boy. 

Papa's scary

"Phillip..~" 

Papa's listening

"Philip...~"

Papa's watching

"Phillip~" Philip felt his eyes water again as his eyes began to feel heavy. 

Papa hates you

"Philip!" Alexander suddenly yelled, and Philip felt like he was being shaken. He closed his eyes, and immediately, his mother was there, crying and hugging him to her. He looked around, and he was back in his room. It was sunny out. What time was it?

"Oh Philip you looked to be having a horrid nightmare, are you alright?" Eliza asked, holding his hand. He looked at her, then his siblings and felt his eyes swell up. He hugged Eliza tightly, sobbing into her shoulder. 

The words still echoed in the back of his mind:

'papa hates you...papa's watching...papa hates you...' 

"Eliza, is he alright?" He heard Alexander's voice, and stiffened. 

He looked over at Alexander with wide eyes, his hands starting to shake, the voice in his head slowly becoming louder. 

'papa hates you...papa's watching...papa hates you....no more papa...'

Alexander smiled at Philip.

The same wide toothy grin from his nightmare.

He looked back to his mother and siblings crowded around his bed.

His breathing quickened and he quickly scooted away from Eliza. Once twinkling blue eyes were solid black, as where his siblings' eyes. Eliza'as dress became blood stained around the waist, his siblings throats being just as bruised and destroyed as he assumed his was. Blood was starting to ooze from his siblings eyes, as his youngest sister, Angelica, took his hand. 

 the voices got louder. 

'papa hates you...'

His mother crawled towards him, while Alexander stared from the doorway. He turned and stared into Angelica's dark black eyes, and saw himself staring back just as scared. Screaming and banging on the insides of Angie's eye lids, as if he was trapped in there.

'papa hates you...'

His siblings crawled after her, and Philip slowly felt like he was suffocating again. 

"No more papa~!" Alexander said cheerfully. 

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Sorry this is so short, I wanted to try something scary so tell me if it's any good please :3