Sons of Liberty University | Hamilton College AU

Chapter 23 - You Existed

SERIOUS TW: RAPE

Alex

As I walked out of the bathroom, something long and cold pressed to the back of my head. I froze as I heard George King's voice.

"If you don't do what I say, everyone else here except for you will get a bullet to the brain, and it will be all your fault."

My breath hitched in my throat. "P-please, don't hurt them--"

"Then get your ass outside, into the alley."

My breath came in quivering sobs as I obeyed his orders, closing the door behind us. He shoved me to the ground, still aiming the gun at my head.

I felt him get down on top of me and flipped me over so that I faced him.

His deadly blue eyes glared down into mine. I felt tears spill down my cheeks as he ripped off my jacket and stuck one of his hands up my shirt.

"What a worthless little shit," he muttered in my ear. "God, you're so disgusting. Why are you crying, fag? Isn't this what you want?"

"N-no," I sobbed.

"Aww," he sneered, then pressed the gun barrel to my forehead. My breathing quickened as his fingers drifted closer and closer to the trigger. "I'm sorry, I got the impression that you did after you've been sleeping with that pretty little slut Maria Reynolds on the regular."

I was confused. "W-what--"

"Imagine the following scenario," he said, putting the gun down by his side and ripping off my shirt. "I tell your sweet little baby girl, John Laurens, that you've been having sex with that whore. It will destroy him, don't you think? God, I can't wait to see the look on his face when he hears the rumors that I've sent floating around the school of you and her. But," he said, then leaned in closer. "There's more than just one slut in this school. What about that bitch, Eliza Schuyler? Or her sisters, Margaret and Angelica? Imagine what would happen if John heard that you were sleeping with one of his best friends!"

"P-please s-stop," I sobbed as he began kissing my jawline roughly. "What did I do to you?!"

"That part is simple," he said, detaching his lips from my face. "You existed."

He slammed his lips down onto mine.

~.~

I laid in bed, under the covers, shivering. Silently reliving that nightmare.

"Alex?" John's whisper came from his bed. This was the first time I had slept in my bed for a whole month. "Baby, how are you?"

I didn't answer.

"I called your teachers and told them what happened. They're excusing you from assignments for the rest of the month. Of course, I told them that you are Alexander Hamilton and that you would want to do your schoolwork."

I laughed softly because it was true. The work would help me take my mind off of what had happened.

"So, they're sending you all of the copies of their lectures, including papers to write, where to read in your textbook, and areas in the library to look for extra information, just because they know you at this point."

I smiled a little, then turned to him.

His eyes were bloodshot and puffy like he had been crying.

"Are you okay?" I whispered softly.

He smiled sadly at me. "I'm fine. Just upset that this happened."

But I knew that he was lying. He was shivering slightly, and he had shrunk himself down to try and cuddle himself. He was cuddling my pillow.

He had said that he would let me sleep in my bed for as long as I needed to.

But I needed him.

I sighed. "Gimme my pillow."

He furrowed his brow in hurt but set it on my side of the bed. I got up and fixed it to be where my head would rest and laid down beside him.

He hesitated. "Babe--"

"Hold me."

He happily obliged, yet looking slightly startled. He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me to him. His smell, the smell of cinnamon and sugar with just a hint of vanilla, enveloped me in its warmth.

I turned to face him. His olive eyes had a sad light in them.

We laid in silence until sleep overtook us.