The World We're Gonna Make (Jamilton)

Four

⚠️WARNING!! IMPLIED/REFERENCED RAPE ⚠️

A/N: there will be a short summary at the end so you know what happens if you don't want to read this. Stay safe loves!!

•Alexander's POV• 

"Come on John, you're the one who convinced me to go and now you're telling me I shouldn't?"

"It's for your own safety! Please Alex."

"Nope. I'm actually looking forward to it. I'm going." 

I rolled my eyes and pulled my sweater over my head. It was oversized, but in that cute tumblr-aesthetic-y sort of way. "I'm not letting you out of my sight then."

"As long as I can still get blackout drunk all is well, my dearest Laurens." I smiled at the light blush that rose in his face.

"Fine. But don't get yourself hurt, okay?"

"Of course. Now come on! I need to go get wasted!"

Hours later and I had completed one of my goals. I was completely wasted. I felt a hand on my shoulder, and when I turn around I see James Reynolds, smiling down at me.

He slipped a drink into my hand, and when I took a sip it tasted off. Like there was something else in it. I brushed the thought away and took another sip, Reynolds wrapping an arm around me.

"Nooo, let me gooo." I rambled, too drunk to care.

"Just finish your drink and I'll make sure you feel good tonight little one." I did as he said, beginning to feel off. Like, more than just drunk off. My limbs were growing heavy and when I opened my mouth to say something, I noticed my tongue felt numb. Huh.

Reynolds picked me up bridal style and begun carrying me upstairs. As soon as I saw him enter a bedroom realization hit me. There was definitely something in that drink and oh god.

"No, no I don't want this!" I managed to half yell, my words slurring. I felt a sharp pain on my cheek, then hands. Hands everywhere. They were taking off my shirt and I felt his mouth on my body. I attempted to struggle, but whatever was in my dring had weakened me to the point I couldn't move. All I could do was attempt to scream for help.

•Thomas' POV•   

Everything tonight had been going well. That is, until I walked by one of my guest bedrooms, hearing someone sobbing and the barely audible "Stop, please."

Without hesitation, I opened the door, I saw Reynolds, pinning Hamilton down. Hamilton had tears streaming down his face and was completely naked. Reynolds was only wearing a shirt, and when he saw me he let go of the immigrant, who curled in on himself.

"Get the hell out of my house." Is all I can say, trying not to hit him. Sure, I didn't exactly like Hamilton, but he looked absolutely miserable and like an utter mess. Reynolds puts his clothes back on and goes to leave.

"Have fun with the little whore." I don't get a chance to react before he's gone. With a sigh, I go to the shaking boy, gently resting a hand on his shoulder. He tenses up, and wearily looks over to me.

I feel like shit when his eyes blow wide with fear upon seeing me. I had no idea why I had tried to force anything on him. But seeing him like this made me want to protect him. It was an odd feeling, especially to be having about Hamilton.

"Do you think you can stand long enough to shower?" I ask. He takes a moment before nodding. "Do you want me to get Laurens?" I had expected him to nod again, but he shakes his head and slowly sits up.

I watch him slowly struggle to stand, shaking on his legs for a few moments before sitting back down. I get up and make my way over to him, holding out my arm to help him walk. When Hamilton stands again he's leaning heavily on me.

Once I get Hamilton in the attached bathroom, I venture off to get water and something to eat for him, telling James to be sure everyone leaves. He luckily doesn't ask any questions so I head back to the bedroom Hamilton was in.

•Alexander's POV•

I was shaking in the shower, barely able to stand. Some of the affects had worn off, but I was still extremely weak. I scrubbed my body as much as I could, but no matter what I did I couldn't shake the feeling of being dirty. I barely noticed I was crying, slipping out of the shower and drying myself off as best I could, putting my boxers and sweater.

When I left the bathroom on shaky legs, Jefferson was just entering with two bottles of water and a box of crackers. I was confused as to why he was being so nice after what he had done, but I didn't question it. Anything was better then John finding out at this point.

"You need to drink some water and eat. You won't feel as sick in the morning." I nod and sit on the bed, flinching when I put my weight onto my ass, which was killing me at the moment.

He hands me a bottle of water and I drink it in gulps. He watches me practically the entire time, but it wasn't in a creepy way. When he as satisfied he stood up. "Get some rest. I'll make sure Laurens knows you're safe."

I nod and as soon as my head hits the pillow I'm out.

SUMMARY
Alex goes to the party, James Reynolds roofies him and rapes him. Thomas shows up before Alexander gets any more hurt and helps him. Basically Thomas' redemption arc.