The World We're Gonna Make (Jamilton)

Six

• Alexander's POV •
I texted John to come pick me up, realizing I was still only wearing my sweater and boxers when it was too late. Oh well. I sat on the curb, jumping up and getting into the car when John pulled up.

"You okay Alex?" He asked, reaching over and wiping off the tears I hadn't noticed were there. "What did he do to you?" I shook my head.

"N-nothing can you please just take me home?" He nodded and started driving, every time he went over a speed bump or a particularly rough patch of road I would flinch, pain shooting from my ass. John seemed to notice this and would drive slower over them.

"I swear, if he did anything to you Alex I'll hurt him."

"It wasn't him John. Jefferson didn't do anything. It was Reynolds..." John looked like he was about to explode. "I'll be fine! I just... freaked out." I couldn't get the thought out of my head. I didn't want to admit it to myself, but I knew it was true. The same person who had hurt me turned out to be the one helping me all along.

"Alexander, please be careful. What were you doing there this morning anyways?"

"I don't fully remember. I woke up there, but the last thing I fully remember from last night was Reynolds."

"Oh." I nodded and looked out the window, subconsciously running my hands over the writing on my arms. I looked down to see a few new sentences written.

I'm so sorry. I promise you I didn't try anything last night. All I did was make sure you bathed and drank some water. That sounds a lot worse then it was. I made sure you got in the shower. You know what? just text me. (***)***-**** (A/N: Just imagine it was written like Nine, Four, Seven etc.)

I look down at the phone number on my arm for a few moments before adding it into the contacts on my phone.

Me:
There. Just leave me be for a bit.
I need some time to think and breathe.

Jeffershit:
Are you okay?
Who picked you up?
Or did you walk?

Me:
I'm fine. John picked me up.
Please just let me be for a bit. I'll text you when I'm ready to talk.

Jeffershit:

Of course.

Sorry.

"Who are you texting?" John glanced over at me before turning back to the road.

"Jefferson."

"Why, might I ask, are you texting with him?" He sounded kind of worried.

"Nothing bad! I just... He's... Accidentally this morning..." I couldn't seem to spit it out. I felt like John already knew though. I knew he had memory of his past lives. He had also said he knew me back then. He just wouldn't tell me anything more.

"Alex. Please tell me what it is."

"Shouldn't you already know! You're lucky enough to remember what it was like. All I'm stuck with it the knowledge of who I was, and even then it's only because of you!" I snapped. He always did this. Act like he didn't know. Especially about something like this! It never changes and he knows who we were in the past. He knew this whole time.

"Calm down! You know I can't talk it you about it unless you know."

"Who's stopping you! I don't think anyone or anything is going to stop you from saying it!" A shook with anger and hurt. I had no clue why, but somehting inside me just snapped. I was sick of him playing dumb. 

"Lexi, please calm down."

"Stop the car."

"What?"

"Stop the car!" He did so as soon as he got the chance and I got out.

"Wait, what are you doing?" He seemed genuinely concerned but I was done. We were close enough for me to walk back. I couldn't even seem to find any fucks to give that I was still not wearing any pants. I opted for ignoring him and walking off, in the direction of my apartment. I knew John was tailing me, but I didn't care. As soon as I walked in the door I broke down, thankful everyone else was out. I slid down the door, curling into a ball as I sobbed into my knees.

It was all too much at once. I couldn't do it. I started breathing heavily, shakes wracking through my body. I couldn't take it anymore.

• Thomas' POV • 
 I was sweeping the floor when it happened. Out of the blue there was blood running down my arms. I knew it wasn't mine. There was no possibility of that. Shit.

Without another thought grabbed my phone and tried calling Alexander. No luck. The next person I tried calling was John, who told me to fuck off and wouldn't listen. Okay then. The final idea I had was to just show up at his apartment.

Which I did. I texted Lafayette, telling him it was urgent and he seemed to understand my concern because he texted me his address and told me he'd meet me there. I jumped in my car and drove over. It took about ten minutes to get there. When I finally arrived I knocked on the door. No response.

I tried the doorknob and it was unlocked. I pushed the door open and entered, looking around for him. I didn't find him anywhere, and the last place I hadn't checked was the bathroom, which had the door closed. I knocked on the door. "Alexander, are you okay?" No response. Shit.

I opened the door to see him laying on the ground, covered in his own blood and unconscious. I knelt down next to him and checked his pulse, which was worryingly faint. Before I could react any more I heard the front door open and footsteps. Moments later, Lafayette was standing in the doorway, already on the phone.

When the ambulance arrived, they carted him away, telling Lafayette and I the hospital they were bringing him to. There was no word on whether or not he'd survive.