Hamilton One-Shots: Book 1

Chapter Four ~ Problems ~ Pheaker ~ Modern

The fall leaves fell to the ground as the chilly autumn air swept through New York City. Trees were very rare in the busy city but somehow Philip Hamilton, your local seventeen-year-old nature artist, always found the most beautiful ones.

Philip was just walking around the city, poloriod camera around his neck when he saw George Eacker. His secret boyfriend. He blushed a bit as he walked by. Eacker gave him a slight nod and went back to whatever he was doing with his gang.

Philip hated that the man he loved was the leader of a gang. Especially the one that controls all the drug barters in the city. He was always worried George would one day be under the influence and do something he would regret.

Philip walked into the townhouse that the Hamilton's owned. His sister Angelica came running into his arms like she always did, but this time was worse. Her eyes were red, swollen, and filled with tears.

Philip looked up. His mother, Eliza, had the same eyes as his sisters. She had all of her luggage packed. She hugged them both and walked out the door, no words exchanged.

Philip walked upstairs to investigate. He found his father and another man getting dressed. They were arguing about something. Philip leaned his ear against the door.

"Thomas, just listen.." His father began.

"No! You listen Alexander." He said waving freshly designed divorce papers. "She left you. We can stop the secret hookups, we can be together!" The man, referred to as Thomas, had tears in his eyes.

"Let me finish somethings at work and-" Alex began until Philip came in. He now joined the group of people who were crying.

"No Dad. I cannot believe you!" Philip began crying more partially of anger and partially of sadness, "Mom just left, for one thing, and you're not going after her! And two, I have no idea who this is but, you just push everyone that loves you away because of work. So, yeah, I'm done too! And don't worry about Angie. Aunt Peggy and Aunt Maria picked her up." He said slamming the door.

He couldn't believe this. He packed some essentials. Some clothes, hygiene products, and his phone and charger. He called George, who didn't pick up. He called around five times until he finally picked up. His breath was heavy, like panting, and his voice was a practical whisper.

"Hey, sweetheart!" George said, "What's up?" George hated acting like he didn't know Philip, but to protect them both it was for the best.

"I'm running away. Get some money, pass on your role, and let's blow this lemonade stand. I don't want to leave you. You're the only decent thing left in my life. " Philip's tears could be heard with every word, "Please Georgie, for me."

"Meet me at Wendy's. Half an hour. I'll have a car, money, essentials, and a townhouse in Albany. See you soon hun." He said, hanging up. A few of his members came down the alley, panting. One had splotches of liquid on his jacket.

"Change of plans, gentlemen. Something came up. Louis, you're the new leader." he said, tossing a bejeweled pocket knife over. "Take good care of the group."

Louis and Grimer looked at him with disbelief. He was leaving, for good. They smirked at each other. "One last thing before ya go, Georgie.." Louis said.

Philip stood there at Wendy's when he saw George walk past. He smiled and ran after him into the light part of the woods. He smiled at his boyfriend and wrapped him in an enormous bear hug.

As he held his taller boyfriend, Philip noticed something hard in his jacket pocket, along with the stench of multiple kinds of smoke. A white powder was along the collar of his leather jacket. He stood on his tiptoes to see his bag. It was chock full of drugs.

"George.." Philip gasped, "You promised me. You PROMISED me!" Philip couldn't believe it. He had always thought the best of George. Sure, he was thrown into a gang at a young age, but this was beyond Philip's worst nightmares.

He sat down as George said nothing. He recollected his day. His dad got left by his secret lover and his wife in one day because of his work. His sister, his best friend, now lived down south with his aunts. And now his boyfriend. He thought that George was the last decent thing in his life. Now, he was just the last thing.

Something came over George. He wiped excess drugs from his lips and passionately kissed Philip. "I'm sorry." he breathed as he fell unconscious. The drugs possessed his body.

Philip screamed. He heard some dogs bark. He caught his boyfriend. Tears welled in his eyes. He shook George over and over, praying he'd come back. He opened the pocket to find a gun. That's what he had felt earlier. He loaded the weapon and firing three shots in the air.

Police came immediately. It was too late. Paramedics came and took him in the ambulance. Philip stayed hidden behind a tree, crying. The love of his life was just taken away. And he did nothing about it.

He walked to the hospital. It had started to pour down rain. It wasn't a soft, warm rain. It was a cold, hard rain that seemed to stab Philip in the heart when it hit.

When he reached the front desk, he asked to see Philip Eacker. She directed him to the police commissioner. He asked some questions but Philip made up a story that some gang member was bragging about it on the streets.

Philip sat there for an hour, maybe two. It killed him. His Aunt Maria even came, saying that her wife, his Aunt Peggy, was with Angie. That's when his mom came in too. She was the only family member who picked up on the whole Eacker relationship. They sat and hugged until a nurse came out.

George was dead.

And so was Philip's heart.