TW;; ABUSE
John Laurens couldn’t handle it any longer. He was sick of the endless, painful days where he got beaten. Where he was slammed into walls, starved, and treated horribly. John was sick of it. Blackened bruises and deep wounds were spread across his skin from countless days of beating. He sat on his bed while his terrible boyfriend was gone, tears spilling from his eyes. John let sobs rack his body but was still careful enough. If Charles came home and heard John crying, it’d be more beatings and torture. John pulled the phone he kept hidden from Charles out from its hiding spot and opened it.
Text to: Alexander Hamilton
Alex... help me,, Charles is beating me and I cannot handle it. I’m covered in bruises and wounds and I’m so drained... please-
John slammed his fingers onto the send button as he heard the car door from Lee slam. He quickly shut the phone down and slammed it away, wiping all evidence of tears away. John braced himself for Charles’ treatment. A few moments later, Charles’ loud, heavy footsteps thumped up the stairs. John waited as his bedroom door swung open. Charles snarled at John. “What have you done today, for me?” John turned his face away as spit soared into his face. “I said- what did you do today?!” John opened his mouth to speak. It was too late.
A hand slapped against his face, Charles cursing him out. John winced as more blows were slammed against his body, tears welling up. John braced himself for another set of blows, that hit his sides and back. John sighed, dodging as many as possible. He stood up, shakily, trying to escape. A fist rammed into his head, and he stumbled forward. John slammed into the floor, blood dribbling from his mouth. John closed his eyes and felt one more hit, then the world faded to black.
