Life Source (Hamilsquad x reader)

You didn't listen to me

"Y/N? Wake up!"
You'd role over and see James, your new dad, shaking you with a friendly smile. "Come on, Y/N! I have a surprise! It'll be super fun!" You'd rub your eyes and sit up, yawning. "Really? What is it?" You'd say, smiling brightly. "It's a surprise! Now get up and get dressed." He'd say before walking out. You'd stand up and walk over to your dresser, looking through it and eventually deciding on some Jean shorts and a t-shirt with your favorite band/musical/singer/animal (I don't care, pick one.) on it. You'd change and walk downstairs, eat breakfast with James, then you'd both get in the car and drive away.
"So where are we going?" You'd say, pretty excited.
"Do you know where Hershey is?" He'd ask, and you nod in response.
"Were going to chocolate world!" He'd say while watching the road.
"YAAAAAAY! CANDYYY!" You'd say throwing your arms up. The entire day was awesome, and the most fun you ever had after your dad died. You trusted him as if he was your real father from that day on.

Little did you know, that was was the worst decision you ever made.

Your eyes would flutter open, and you looked around. You were still in a tent, tied up to a chair. You'd try and yell out, but tape was still over your mouth. You couldn't say anything but muffled noises. You'd hear shuffling around behind you, and the noise came to in front of you. "Good, you're awake." It was that nasty general from earlier. "I don't think you know my name, but it's probably best you don't, so call me sir for now." He'd say, pulling off the duct tape on your mouth.
"Do I make myself clear?" He'd say, staring down at you. You'd nod weakly, tired and not wanting to talk. He didn't seem to like that, because he smacked you across the cheek.
"Y-YES SIR!" you'd yell, afraid to get hit again and tears starting to form at your eyes, then they'd drop and roll down your cheek. He would kneel down and wipe the tears off your cheeks.
"Don't cry, babygirl. It won't hurt if you listen to me." He'd say with a smirk. Him saying that would make you cry even more, and you'd let out muffled sad cries as you kept your mouth closed. You didn't want to be here. You wanted to go home to Washington, and Lafayette, and John, Alexander, Thomas, Hercules, you wanted to see Eliza and Angelica and Peggy. Your crying angered the man.
"I SAID STOP CRYING!" he'd yell, smacking you, the chair you were on fell over on its side. You cried, you couldn't help it. You suddenly heard him moving around, and he'd walk up and kneel down next to you.
"I said stop crying." He'd say, putting his hand into his pocket.
"I said if you listened to me, it wouldn't hurt." He'd say while pulling ghost hand out of his pocket holding something. Your eyes would widen as soon as you saw it. A knife. He flipped it open, and start rolling your sleeve up to your shoulder. He'd put his hand on your mouth.
"YOU DIDN'T LISTEN TO ME!" He'd yell before slashing the knife over the top of your arm, leaving a gash. You let out a muffled scream. He'd stand up and look down at you.
"You should have listened to me." He'd growl before walking out, leaving you there crying in pain.
"Where are you guys?" You'd whimper out, thinking of everyone. You suddenly heard shuffling outside the tent, and you froze up, staying quiet. Then you heard someone, or some people who you've been waiting to hear for a long time.

"Y/N!"

Word count: 649
Cliffhangers, aren't they just grand and dandy?

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-Wolfy