Hamilton Oneshots (2)

Mute (Lams)

Requested by determinelydepressed

Alex kept squirming, fighting, just trying to get out of his father's grip. They hadn't spoken for years, why did he suddenly have to come back? Alex bit his hand to finally get free, tripping onto his knees as he escaped. Alex didn't give it a second thought, he got to his feet and ran. Ran. Just ran as far as he could even though he could hear his father's footsteps behind him, pace for pace.

Awhile later Alexander ran out of energy and fell to his knees, he looked around but nobody was here to help him. How did his father have this much energy? The running behind Alex stopped and he asked, "What's wrong, mute?"

There was a kick to his side followed by a brutal beating that Alex endured. He tried not to cry but he broke and tears left his eyes. His father had always been disappointed in him, always, after a car crash that ended in Alexander unable to talk his father had made it clear he wanted nothing to do with him...maybe now he wanted to finally snuff out the Hamilton who was useless, broken, nothing.

"Hey!" The hits stopped coming as a man jogged up. Alexander looked him over, freckled skin and curly hair that was pulled back into a ponytail. He crouched down by Alex and offered him a hand while looking past him, "Why are you hitting him?" He asked.

Alexander took his hand and got to his feet while his father answered, "He's disgraced me long enough." Alexander flinched when his father took a step forward but he only spat at Alex's feet, "Mute."

In a second the freckled man tackled his father and the two grappled on the ground. Alexander stared at them, useless, why was he always useless?! He just watched them fight, throwing punches, bleeding. Why couldn't he move?! Was this fear?!

Finally, the fighting ended with the freckled man reigning victorious. He turned with a smile despite having a busted lip and introduced himself, "I'm John Laurens, who are you?"

Alex took his backpack off and fished inside it until he had a notebook which he wrote in to communicate with people, Alexander. He tried to write without his hands shaking but the bruises seemed to inhibit his a little.

John read his name and then nodded, "Who was that guy? And what's his deal anyway? It's not like you did anything wrong." He smiled slightly to try and alleviate Alex's worries.

Alex sighed and wrote again, My father. His name is James Hamilton. He turned it around but he couldn't look at John's face. Alex felt ashamed but he didn't know why exactly, he just was.

"Oh...I see..." John didn't talk again for a few moments but he forced himself to sound cheery, Alex could tell it was forced, "Would it be okay if I saw you home? He might be loitering about and I don't want him to come for you again."

Alex felt the shame again as he wrote out the next few words, I don't have a home. I'm homeless. He again couldn't look at John's face as he read.

"Oh..." Alex closed his notebook as John took that in, no matter what he always felt useless, "Well that's no problem. You can come to my place." Alex looked at him to see he was smiling again.

Alex sighed, it was trust the man who just saved him or sleep in a cold alleyway tonight. He nodded and let John take his hand and lead him away to some sort of car, he wasn't sure of the brand. Alex got into it and sat silently through the whole ride, looking down and barely acknowledging that they pulled into a huge estate. He guessed John was rich.

When the car stopped Alex got out and followed John inside as he pulled on his backpack's straps. John looked him over once before nodding upstairs, "There's a guest bedroom this way." Alex nodded and followed John up the oak stairs to a large bedroom.

"There's a bathroom there," John pointed to a door and then pointed to a closet, "And there are pajamas in there of all sized. I'm sure you can find yours." He left after that so Alex dug through the clothes inside the room until he found pajamas that would fit him.

Alex dropped his backpack on the bed and went to the bathroom where he took a long, hot shower. He let the dirt and soot fall from him, some of the water that went down the drain was pure black or brown since he hadn't had a shower in a few years. He let himself relax slightly until the water that fell from him and his hair wasn't an ugly color.

Alex climbed from the shower and dried himself off with a towel before getting dressed and walking out with a sigh, he really did feel better than before. He fell into the bed and let himself fall asleep, for once he didn't feel like he had to fight for his life.

In the morning Alex woke up to a knock on his door so he sat up. The door opened and John stood there, "Hungry?" He asked. Alex nodded and followed him out of the room and down to the kitchen.

There he sat down and watched John make them waffles while wondering why he was brought here. Why did John care? He slid a plate over and Alex looked at it and then John, "Eat it." He said.

Alex nodded and took a bite, smiling when he realized how good it was. He looked at John and gave him a thumbs up to show he liked it since he forgot his notebook upstairs. John smiled and sat down, "I'm glad you like them." He took a bite of his own plate and grinned, "They are pretty good, aren't they?" Alex nodded and finished his quickly before running upstairs and looking through the drawers before he found clothes that would fit him which he pulled on.

Alex opened his notebook to the last page he used and felt a blush on his face, why was he blushing? Was it John? Maybe he had a lot more on his mind than just needing a place to stay?