James, what happened to you? Was this your plan all along? Is this why you adopted me? Was all the love you gave me just a lie to gain my trust? You used to be so kind and caring, but now, every time I look at you, every time I even see you, all I see is a monster. One if which I am afraid of, one I avoid, one that hurt me. I stare at you, wondering all of these questions, and I feel a hand on my shoulder. I turn around and see Washington, Alex, Laurens, Lafayette, Hercules, Thomas, All of my friends. I hear someone call my name "Y/N!" I look over and see my father. My real father. The one who wasn't given enough time, who acted as if time didn't matter, and only decided to live his life, and keep his daughter going. I look all around me. 3 fathers:
An Angel, A Devil, And a savior.
5 sons.You'd flutter your eyes open to see the TV in front of the bed on, and cartoons playing on it. You'd look up and see John, who noticed you awake and happily smiled down at you. You'd smile back up at him, and roll onto your stomach, lying on his chest. He put his arms around you, embracing you with a warm hug. "Nice to see you awake!" He'd say smiling warmly. "I actually liked sleeping." You'd say while yawning. It was a bright sunny day outside. "They said you can go home now. The Schuyler sisters are gonna come by and keep you for a day. Washington doesn't want you working for a few days." You'd sigh, and roll back over to watch TV.
"Come on, let's go get breakfast." John would say pushing you up. You'd stand up, and you'd both walk down to the food court. You both got some hash browns, ate, then went back to the room. By the time you walked in the door and shut it, someone knocked on the door. John turned around and went to open it while you say back down on the bed, watching SpongeBob on TV. John opened the door, and was shoved aside before he could say anything. The Schuyler sisters came running in, and attacked you with a group hug.
"Y/N, WE MISSED YOU SO MUCH ARE YOU OKAYYYYYYY?!" Peggy would yell as if she was going to cry. Mr.Schuyler walked in, shaking hands with John, and said
"Girls, she's fine. The doctor said it was only a cut and no muscle was damaged." He'd say, sighing.
"Yeah, but we were so scared for you!" Eliza would say, not wanting to let go of you. You patted her back and she let go of you.
"Here, Washington asked us to bring this for you." Angelica would say handing you a bag and smiling. You looked in and saw your dress.
"Go change, gurl!" Peggy would say pulling you up by your not injured arm and pushing you into the bathroom.The dress (Change color if you want.)
You walked out of the bathroom and did a twirl in your dress. "I've never actually tried this on! It's so pretty!" You'd say smiling brightly.
"You should wear that more often." John would say smiling. "It looks very nice." You'd curtsey, thanking him.
"Alright, let's get going." Mr.Schuyler would say walking out of the room. You gathered your things and you all left to the car.You dropped Laurens off at the camp, which meant you had a whole day with the Schuyler sisters.
"WHOO! GIRLS DAY OUT!" Peggy would shout.
"We certainly do have quite the day planned, Y/N!" Angelica would say with a smile.
"I was really excited to go back to work today..." you'd say sighing. Eliza would smile softly and grab your hand.
"Don't worry, Y/N! This will be fun! All you need to do is relax for a day, and let your arm heal." You'd nod and look out the car window.Word count: 756
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