Walking Backwards (Phillip Hamilton X Reader)

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     The past week I have been at the Hamilton's daily. Helping, Alexander with the Reynolds Pamphlet even though we both know he doesn't need the help. He teaches me some of his writing tips and has been helping me get over Philip...kinda...not really. Oddly, Alexander let's me open up to him about my personal matters. He cares and is very understanding especially with his past. Even though out in public Alexander still treats me like dirt I've gotten use to it.

     The Hamilton's besides the younger ones now despise me. Often times they won't let me into their home while their there. Philip gives me the hardest deadliest stares. I've learned to ignore the pain it follows. After his little talk with Georges I had to convince Georges that I was not sleeping around but we did decide to go our own ways in the end. We just weren't meant for each other.

     Today, however will be my last day in New York. Meaning tonight was the President's Ball. To be exact a masquerade ball, my father's idea. It will be French themed for many of our French allies are coming down including Lafayette and his family.

     I was wearing a rectangular hip dress that was a light baby pink with light red and yellow flowers on it. I have a cream color ruffles on the skirt and my sleeves. They end half way on my arm with an open flare design. I wore white gloves like I did the night of the play I never got to see. I draped a black scarf around my neck and covering my right shoulder. I put on a black pirate like hat that had a  simple black mask on the top. It covered my eyes from people but I could see perfectly. I wore my tan slides with the dress. I don't put makeup on because no one would see it anyway so why bother. Because I was wearing a hat, I curl my hair and let it drape off my shoulders.

     I exit my room to see my father in a magenta coat with a velvet black mask covering his eye area like me.  

     "Mon, belle," My father purrs as he puts on a French accent. I laugh at his mock of a French accent.

     "Oui," I mock back. He chuckles and links are arms together. I suddenly feel as if all his weight was on my chest like that night a month ago. My breathing starts to quicken as I hold my chest.

     "Darling? Are you okay?" He asks me worry laced in his voice. I shake my head a 'yes' but the pain becomes much more and I stop walking bending over in pain. Tears fall down my face as memories of that night flash through my mind. Like my father's breath on my neck.

     I let out a loud sob at the sudden memory. I unlink our arms and hug myself shaking.

     "Delilah?" He asks raising his voice. Just like he did when he threw the knife at me.

     "I'm fine father just leave me alone for a while," I yell at him.

     "Do you want a doctor?" He asks me.

     "No! Let's just go," I say standing back up and hugging myself. I hurry to the carriage wiping my eyes and attempt to slow my breathing. My father watches me the whole ride. He puts his hand on my knee and I wince.

     "Did something happen Delilah?" He asks hurt. I know he would never want to hurt me so why should I make him feel guilty when he won't remember the night anyway.

     "No, I'm just not feeling too good but I waited long enough for this night," I tell him.

     "Okay," He tells me. I smile and look out the window. Soon we have arrived at the location of the ball. Everyone was dancing looking as happy as ever.

     I pull on a smile and I walk in. I'm instantly met with eyes. Of course none of them can see mine though. People whisper and stare at me making me feel very uncomfortable. I was still pretty new to this town so people would not recognize me at all.