The World We're Gonna Make (Jamilton)

Five

•Alexander's POV• 

I wake up with a pounding in my head and close to no memory of what happened the night before. I had brief snippets of memory, mainly of me drinking. Something wasn't right though. I open my eyes to see I was laying in an unfamiliar room. I began to think about how I had gotten here when it all came flooding back.

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. 

I started to cry at the memory, doing my best to keep quiet as I still had no clue who's house I ended up at. I know it wasn't John or Herc's place, and Laf would have made sure I went home. I turn to see a bottle of water and a sticky note with some pills on top.

Picking up the note, I began to read,

There are donuts on the counter downstairs. Make sure to drink the water and I figured you'd have a headache, so I also left some Advil. I had to leave to get some cleaning supplies so I'll be back by noon.

                    ~Thomas

Oh god. I ran to the bathroom, throwing up whatever was in my stomach. It burned my throat and I was left dry heaving, but I don't remember anything after My mind went blank while Reynolds was... yeah.

He could have done the same thing, or had a hand in it. Probably felt bad about it. I leave the bathroom and look through the bedroom I was in until I find a pen. You up? I write.

It takes a few moments before I get a response. Yeah. What's up?

I just needed to talk to someone who wasn't going to laugh at me. Something happened last night and I barely remember it.

What do you mean?

I went to this party, and I just woke up in my enemy's house. The one who's always an asshole. I remember bits of last night, like this other guy who roofied me.

I didn't get a response after that. Just great. Now they probably think I'm some whore. I began to cry, curled up on the bed. I can't do this any longer...

• Thomas' POV •

I don't realize not responding was probably a bad idea until I get home, hearing faint sobs coming from upstairs. I couldn't believe it. It was only a hunch, but it's not every day something like that happens to someone. I make my way upstairs, entering the room Alexander was in. He doesn't notice me, and seeing him like this makes my heart lurch.

He doesn't notice me until I sit on the bed, and he starts to shake when he sees me. "Hey, please calm down. Breathe. I... Can you trust me for all of five seconds? If I'm wrong you can do whatever you want but I need to know."

it takes him a few moments, but when he calms down enough he nods. "Do you mind if I touch your arms?" He instantly shakes his head. "Okay. Can you roll up your sleeves then?" He bites his lip before doing so, and as soon as I see the writing on his arm I gasp. 

"W-What?" He asks, starting to shake again.

"Shh, nothing bad. I promise I just, I didn't think you..." I trailed off. I had no clue how to say anything. Sure, his opinions were shit and he probably hated me. But we had never really gotten to know each other.

I close my eyes and take a breath before rolling up my sleeves, the matching writing now visible. Before I can say anything, Alexander is getting up and pushing past me, running out of the room. I noticed him grab his phone, and as much as I wanted to chase him and apologize, it was probably better he had time to breathe.