Run away (Hamilton fan fiction)

1 - childhood

Johns POV💚

Hi, I'm John Laurens, And this is my life. Well... I guess we should start from the beginning...the very beginning.

I was born October 28th, to two parents. (Obviously) also born an only child. I've always wished for a sibling, a brother or sister, didn't matter, I just wanted a friend. Anyways. My mother left us when I was 3. We where very close, especially that my father was a alcoholic. He used to beat us day and night. My mother would always trying to stop him, it didn't work. I would cry a whole lot. When he would yell and scream downstairs, my mother would take me upstairs into her room with the door locked. She calmed me down from the yelling. She would cry too, I always thought parents where the tough ones.

She would sing to me to distract me, or she would tell me something funny that I did when I was a baby. It always worked for a while, until he always broke in. I still have scars from where he hit me.

Some nights I couldn't sleep knowing what will happen. Until that one night on December 11th, my mom woke me up, and she was crying softly. She told me she was leaving, but not forever, just until she found us a  safer home. I wanted to come too, but she said no. That it would be dangerous for me to be on the streets with her, starving, dirty, cold.

I balled my eyes out. She constantly shushed me so we wouldn't wake up my father. She hugged me so tight, and whispered in my ear,

"I'll get you soon, stay strong for me, ok?" She whispered.

I nodded with tears streaming down my face. She said her final goodbyes, and left. That was the last time I ever saw her. Sometimes I hope she's still out there. 12 years later, she still hasn't came for me. I've lost hope. Every night I would look out my window to see if it was my mom coming home, it never was. My father continued to beat me a lot. I would pray to god that my mother would come and save me. Years would pass of beating and a lot of name calling.

Words like "pussy" "faggot" "mistake" "gay". Anything you can think of, he said to me. I tried not to listen to the words, but soon I started to believe them, that the words he was saying where's true. Now, I am 16 years old. My father still beats me, but since I'm older now, it's worse. I want to kill myself, to just end it. I have a few friends at school like, Alex, Hercules and Lafayette, But that's it. My dad and I live in a small wooden home in the forest. It's very rundown and old. I don't mind. I have school tomorrow... I wonder what that will bring.