Juvenile Delinquent (Lams)

Chapter Eight

Alexander Pov
      "Oh look who came back!" Adams exclaimed as Washington and I walked through the gates.

"Oh piss off." I muttered.

"Do you have a pass for missing all those drills while in the hospital?" Adams asked, glaring at me.

Okay. How stupid is this guy?

"Yes, I do." I told him.

He looked shocked. "Wait really?" He asked.

I pulled my hand out of my pocket and flipped him off. "That's my pass right there." I growled.

"Hamilton!" He said even more shocked.

Washington grabbed my shoulders and brought me to the side.

"You are aware he can give you extra drill time, correct?" He asked.

"You are aware that if I get a lawyer in here and sue him for how he treated me his reputation would be ruined, correct?" I asked.

Mr. Washington pinched his nose and sighed. "Son," I flinched ever so softly. "You need to adapt to this. The workouts, the discipline and just working with others in general." He told me.

I scoffed. "If you let me go I'll-"

"Son do not try that with me. I know what you're in for. Adams knows what you're in for. Hell, even Hansen knows what you're in for! Maybe if you used that 'Hard work and determination' for the good, you'd get out of here faster." He informed.

"Everyone here is going to Hell." I muttered.

"Well I'll see you there. Now go back to your quarters." He said.

I sighed and sulked my way over to my 'quarters'. What's the point of disciplining juvenile delinquents through boot camp? It's stupid in my opinion. I went inside and saw John, Herc and some other guy who I think might've been Lafayette-They mentioned him earlier- asleep with alcohol bottles badly hidden and my bag wide open. So they did get around to it.

I licked my hand and pressed it to Johns face. He bolted up, his hair sticking to one side. John jumped up grabbed my collar and shouted,

"WHAT THE HELL ALEX?!" I tugged away from him.

He's fucking strangling me.

"J-John!...c-can't....breAth!" I choked out.

He let go and sat down. I fell to my knees coughing. Herc woke up and said, "John? Is he alright?"

John looked at me and nodded. "Should be fine."

I looked at him, tears still in my eyes from lack of oxygen.

"Yeah that's right. Nobody's going to help bring you up when you fall Hamilton. Not anymore. Nobody will have pity for you here." He told me, venom in his voice.

I felt a tear stream down my cheek. I looked down at the floor and continued to cough. The other guy started to wake up. I pulled my knees into my chest and buried my head in my hands. Kill me. Just kill me now.

That's when I full on started sobbing in my hands.

I miss my mum. I miss my papa even though he was kind of prick when he was around. And my brother. And Peter. And my old friends from the Caribbean. I wish I could see them again. Oh wait! I almost forgot! They are all dead, because of a stupid hurricane that came across a stupid Island and ruined my whole stupid life.

"Someone get Washington, this kid is having a mental breakdown!" I heard Herc exclaimed.

"N-no..dont!...He already thinks I'm a pussy..."I muttered wiping my eyes.

"Mon ami, I really think we should get Washington." I heard the other guy say.

"If you do I'll steal all of your shit and then blame it on Adams." I growled.

"Hmm. Theft and fraud. What's the third one Hamilton?" John mumbled, still not looking up from his book.

"Fuck you Laurens! Fuck! You! Fuck everyone here too! I freaking woke you up and you tried to MURDER ME! Then I had a mental fucking breakdown and what did you do?! NOT EVEN SPARE ME A GLANCE! When I kill myself you, you goddamn stupid moron, will be in my fucking note! And not for a good reason! I'll do some thirteen reasons why shit! Kill! Me! SOMEBODY SHOOT ME!" I shouted.

There was a beat of silence.

"Your accent is hot!" Somebody called from across the room.

"I'm going to do it. Imma fucking do it. Goodbye stupid world. See you fuckers in hell!" I called over my shoulder as I made my way to the washroom.

John Pov
     Aww shit.