Walking Backwards (Phillip Hamilton X Reader)

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     "Father!" I scream as he forcefully grabs my arm. He pulls me real close to him. Tears flow down my face as I scream. He slaps me hard across the face.

     "Shut up! I didn't raise a whore of a daughter," He harshly sneers at me. He then spits into my eye. I close my eyes quickly as my father throws me around by my left arm. I hit my back against the lit fireplace. A part of my blue dress catches aflame. I scream as my dress quickly engulfs into orange flames. I pat it down frantically searching for water or anything to help. My father just stands there with a smile. He takes a drink of scotch.

     He was drunk. I wish I was drunk...he won't remember this but I will. I strip from my dress to get the fire away from my body. My father just watches me in my stays and undercoat.

     "Look now you look like the slut you truly are," He tells me. I choke on a sob as he just screams at me. All of his insults didn't hurt me until he said, "I wish you had died and not your mother! She was the most amazing women you could think of and you killed her! I never wanted you she did an look what it got us. I'm stuck him you and she is 6 feet in the ground!"

     "Then I'll join her!" I scream back at him tripping over my self. He just walks away from me. I gasp for air as I desperately try to catch my breath through my sobs. I hear my father's heavy footsteps returning. I look up and he is holding a knife.

     He throws it at me and I scream ducking away from the weapon.

     "Do it!" He spits. My eyes are wide as my heart continues to beat out of my chest. He starts towards me and I get up sprinting away from him. The alcohol has slowed his reflects but I'm still not fast enough. He grips me holding me above ground. I scream for him to let me down but he doesn't. He throws me against one of the pillars. I quickly get up limping up the stairs as fast as I can. He laughs as he watches me struggle until he chases me up the stairs. He grabs my legs dragging my down the wooden steps. I bang my chin on the step drawing blood on my bitten tongue. I move my numb arms trying to grab onto a step but failing.

     My father sits on top of me blocking my air. I pound my fists onto his stomach but he doesn't even flinch. He takes another sip. I look for anything to help me when I see the fire pokers. I try to grab it while he is taking another long sip of his scotch. I grab the handle and swing it for his head. I miss and he takes a hold of it. He puts it against my neck choking me with the metal bar.

     "Daddy! Please stop," I cry through broken sobs. My face was red from lack of oxygen and my head was spinning. Soon, enough I see black.

     I wake up on the floor. My head spinning and my neck throbbing. My back ached and I had brises on my left arm. My ankle was pretty busted and my tongue was numb. I had bruises all over me. Tears just spill over as I remember everything from last night. Heavy footsteps are behind me and I turn to see my father.

     "Morning father," I say quietly. he smiles at me, he doesn't remember.

     "Morning darling, when did you get in last night?" He asks happily.

     "Not late," I lie.

     "Where we're you?" He asks.

     "You know around," I say hiding my face.

     "It is really dangerous out there at night. I would hate to see you hurt by some awful men," He says as he soothes jam over his toast.

     "Your right," I tell him.

     "I know if I saw you out there at night in the wrong mindset. There might be some issues," He laughs. My heart stops. What happened last night after I passed out?

     "I gonna go walk around," I tell him. He hums in response. I limp over to the front door, opening it so I can leave this horrid place. I limp around to the market place. I walk into a random store.

     "Welcome Miss," A worker says. I nod at him and continue to limp around the store. I feel a tap on my shoulder.

     "Delilah? Are you okay?" It was Philip.

     "Are you like following me now?" I spit at him. He was taken aback until he examines my bruised face.

     "Delilah what happened?" He yells. He gently grabs my face to examine me.

     "Get off of me," I yell pushing him away.

     "I'm sorry for what my father said last night but I don't want to give up," Philip tells me with hope growing in his eyes.

     "Yeah but your father telling my father about us lead to him getting drunk and this happening," I yell at him as tears glass over my eyes. People were staring at me but I didn't care. I wanted to go home not to Maiden Lane but to Monticello...alone.

     "Delilah, I am so sorry but let me take you back to my house my mother can help you. These can get infected," Philip sternly tells me.

     "I don't care! Just stay away from me," I cry. I start to walk away when my ankle gives out. Philip catches my side helping me stand up right. Philip drags me gently out of the store and into a carriage. I protest every second in fear his father will see me there.

     Sadly, I pull up at Hamilton Grange. Philip drags me into the house with me screaming for him to let me go.

     He opens the door and I'm met with every Hamilton but his father. I arch my back and kick trying to get out of his grasp not caring how badly it hurt. Tears flowed down my face.

     "This is my fault I can't let you suffer," Philip begs.

     "If your father or my father find out this will be 10 times worse. I can be dead next time! You will be the one to kill me if you don't let me go," I yell. The other Hamilton's just stare at us. Philip places me on to the couch and quickly goes to get his mother and a first aid kit. I try to leave but they push me down.

     "Delilah sweetie I won't let my husband put you in harm I swear you are safe here and to be honest I think you should stay here your father is not fit to take care of you," Mrs. Hamilton tells me as she sews up my cuts.

     "Don't you dare say that," I spit. She looks up from my cuts to make eye contact.

     "My father is amazing and he loves me. I can take a beating or two to stay with him," I say getting up from the couch. Mrs. Hamilton tries to grab my arm but I just wince at the bruises making her let go and I storm out of their house. Only to be met with Mr. Hamilton looking furious...