Philip Hamilton X Reader (DISCONTINUED)

Chapter 14

"Dad!" You squeaked, looking up at your father who was at the top of the staircase. "Why is there a carriage outside?" He asked, making his way down the steps. "I-It must be uncle Madison's or Uncle Burr's carriage..." You tried to lie, but your "uncles" shook their heads, indicating 'no'. Your father growled, walking down the staircase in an angry rage. "What did I tell you about visiting that man?" He calmly questioned, trying to keep himself from exploding on you. "Father, you must understand that I made a promise to Eliza an-" "Enough!" Your father boomed. Madison placed a hand on his shoulder. "Thomas, maybe you should calm yourself. She's only a child," He suggested, attempting to calm him. "With all due respect, James, I suggest you stay out of this. Family matters are none of your concern - especially this one."

"Slow down," Aaron Burr said, attempting to sooth you. You paced around your room, walking in circles, throwing books and pillows everywhere. "I need to see him, I have to make sure he's okay," You sobbed, not knowing what else you could do. "It's best you don't visit him until this whole situation passes over," Burr mumbled, looking at his reflection through the vanity. "What situation?" You asked, looking at him quizzically. Burr tensed, looking at you with wide eyes. "N-Nothing. Disregard what I just said." He told you, standing up and exiting your room.

You awkwardly sat at the dining table, awaiting your father's arrival so that you could start eating. On your left sat Madison and on your right sat Burr, your father, as usual, would sit across from you - whenever he finally decides to show up. "So, how's school?" Madison asked, a light cough coming after. "It's doing fine. We're on break for the summer, but I doubt I'll be re-enrolled considering this whole debacle." You spoke, playing with your napkin. Madison nodded his head, looking around the room as to avoid eye contact.
"Sorry to keep the three of you waiting," Your father excused himself, taking a seat at the end of the table. You looked down at your golden plate, not wanting to make eye contact with your father. He was undoubtedly furious with you, but he was a master at not showing it. How else did he get through all the cabinet meetings without shedding a tear? Of course, when he returned home, he would ball his eyes out.
"(Y/n), you're very lucky that your uncles are very persuasive. I know that I've been a bit, well, angry lately. However, I've decided to allow you to visit Mr. Hamilton, tomorrow, of course." He spoke, his expression unreadable. You were excited beyond words, but chose not to show it. "Thank you so much father!" You practically screamed, jumping out of your seat a little. Thomas nodded his head, "now off to bed with you,"