Jamilton Oneshots // Hamilton ✔️

Foster [JAMILTON] [PART THREE]

self harm

a l e x

Lafayette is definitely outside with his boyfriend. I heard him whipser something about how adorable Hercules was in his sleep. I know for a fact Lafayette is a bottom, but I didn't have the strength to speak again. Because right as Lafayette stopped pounding on the door, I placed the razor on my arm and placed it deep and deeper until I began to bleed. I thought of Thomas and kept going.

Now my arms were stained with blood. Both of them. Suddenly, the lock clicked. I cursed under my breath and hid my hands behind my back. George had opened the door. I guess I hadn't heard him come home...

"Alexander? Are you... crying?" He asked softly.

I was crying? Placing my hand to my face, I could feel the tears, but couldn't exactly explain them.

"Alexander?! Is that blood!" George screamed. I yelped, surprised at his sudden movement as he flew down next to me, "Are you okay?"

I thought about telling him the truth; that I wanted to leave. He wouldn't let me leave if I just told the man that... I had to be convincing. I had to be cruel.

"No! I hate it here! I hate you! I hate all of this!" I screamed falsely in his face.

I watched George's face fall. I watched him stand up and I watched him call the adoption agency. I was going back home.

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When Thomas pulled up, I was sitting on the curb with my bags. Lafayette was the only one who had said bye to me before George and Martha told me to wait for him on the curb. At the sight of his car, the tears from when I cut myself came back.

Thomas opened the door, stepped out, and closed the doors again. He kneeled down to my level and took my hands in his. I looked up at him and fidged with my sweatshirt sleeve, still holding his hand.

He took one of my arms and pulled the sleve up, revealing the cuts.

"Alex..."

I whimper in response, kind of scared of his reaction.

"Yes?" I ask quietly.

"I'm going to adopt you. Not foster. Adopt. I know we're the same age, but by the time you're an adult it won't be incest anymore! You can be independent!" Thomas chuckles a bit, then kisses every one of my tears. One of them is on my neck. When he placed his lips there, he bites down a bit to. I assume he left a mark.

"Incest? You... love me?" I ask, quietly again.

"Yeah... I do."

I will always remember those two words "I do." The two words Thomas said to me when he confessed his love and the two words he used to seal our togetherness. Our wedding.