Hamilton X Reader: Back to our 17s (SEQUEL)

-Chapter 16: a new shot-

"GUYS!" I screamed as I banged my fist against my bedroom door. "I was never going to get rid of you!" I shrieked as tears sprung in my eyes. "You misheard me," I whispered as I banged my weak fist a few more times. 

~Flashback~

"You're gonna get rid of us?" John asked with a wince. I turned around and looked at John. "No! No, I could never," I reassured him. "...You're lying aren't you?" John asked with minimal movement of his lips and glassy eyes. "John, I swear to God, I'm not lying," I denied as I tried to get closer to him. He stepped back as he turned half of his body away from me, ready to run out. "What're you doing?" I asked as I narrowed my eyes. "I'm gonna tell the others," He frowned. "John, no," I hissed as he frowned even deeper. "You can't remember us and you can't be bothered to try anymore. Is that why?" He asked as he squeezed the doorframe in his hand.

"No! I-"

"Then why have you given up on Jefferson?" He asked cocking his eyebrow, still very skeptical. "...I didn't" "So you let Lafayette and him get in a fight for fun?" He asked. "..." I mouthed 'f*ck' as I looked to the side. "...I thought you were too drunk to notice," I sighed. John looked to the side with an unamused face and left. 

"F*ck," I cursed.

~End Flashback~

"F*CK," I screamed and banged my fist one last time against the wall. "Samuel, you statist! You can't do this!" I yelled. "I can!" I heard from behind the door. "SAM!" I shrieked. "Leave him alone, you ditcher!" I heard someone else yell. "Charles, that's sweet but I think I got this-"

"YOU WANNA GO, LEE?" I asked and banged against the door. "Nah, you good fam," He stated with an audible smirk. "You little-"

"Stop making her angry," I heard a booming voice. "Washington," I stated. "You have brains, you would know that this isn't right! You know me!" I pleaded. "I do know you, Y/N," Washington sighed which made my heart stop. I sighed. "F*CK YOU, Y/N JEFFERSON!" I cursed as I anger-walked through the room. 

I heard an inhale. "Do not do it, Hamilton," I heard Madison hiss followed by a loud exhale.

"You guys are the worst!" I pointed out and reinforced it with a few bangs. "Y/N, we're going into the living room to discuss what we're gonna do," Washington told me. "Don't leave me," I snapped. "We'll be in the other room," He reassured me as I heard many footsteps. "Guys!" I yelled in panic. But it seemed like all of them had gone to the living room.

I screamed in agony as I back-faced the door and slid down. "I'm gonna be mute soon if I contiue the screaming," I told myself and crossed my arms. I suddenly heard a key turning and the door opening. Problem was that I was leaning on the door.

I fell, head-first, onto the wooden floor. Not thinking of my safety, I flopped on my stomach and began to crawl to the front door as quick as I could. 

F*cking cock-a-roach-a! 

"Hey." I heard behind me as the person got a hold of my collar and dragged me back inside my room. I hissed as he pushed me inside my room. When I looked up, my eyes widened. "Hey, Thomas-"

"You know? I kinda hate you right now," He stated as I sighed. "And you plotting something against us hasn't really helped," He sneered. "B*tch, let me talk," I demanded. "Write it in a pamphlet and show everyone," Thomas hissed back.

I gasped. "How dare you?!" I barked. "Anyway, I came here to tell you that we're debating. We're stuck on 3 options." He announced with an annoyed tone. "Either we keep you in this room forever," He started as he counted on his fingers. "Or we talk you out of it," He sighed and counted a 2 on his fingers. "Or we do the simpler route," He told me. 

"We shoot you," He coldly stated.

"You can't shoot me, you'll get f*cking arrested." I sneered back. "Not if we do it where no one can see you," He stated. "Thomas, you can't do this." I hissed. "We can," He argued back. "..." I was nervous. Of course they could! Who was going to stop them? Nobody knows that they exist. 

"And we're really hanging on that third option," He informed me. "I provided you shelter, food and privacy, and this is how you thank me?" I yelled as I poked him in his chest. "This is a group decision. We can't keep you here forever, you're a difficult person to argue with and we don't want to be leaked," Thomas explained with folded arms.

"How could you do this?" I asked as he shrugged. "Motivations," He answered and walked away, slamming the door behind him and locking it. 

"MOTIVATION MY A$$!" I yelled back.

The next morning at the buttcrack of dawn, the group had decided to exicute me.

(Reader: this is going fast-
Author: hush my child, you gotta wait for it.)

I was brought to a quiet and dark forest together with Thomas and Washington to do the exicution. They put me on my knees and Thomas pointed a gun to my head. "...You're really going to do this," I sighed, keeping my eyes on the grass. "Any last words?" Thomas asked. "...I loved Hamilton more than I've loved you," I hissed and with that I felt a bullet enter my head. 

"Y/N,"

"Y/N."

"Y/N!" 

My head shot up and I looked in the dark eyes of Daveed. 

What?

"Where the hell are your shoes, we need to get to the stage," He hissed as he pushed me up from my chair. I looked around and touched the side of my head. "Y/N?" Daveed asked as he cocked an eyebrow. "What?" I asked as I looked at him. "Are you okay? You look startled," He told me. "I'm...Fine," I slowly stated as I looked around. 

Where...no...When am I?

We ran to the backstage area where I found Athony laughing. "..." I stayed silent as I walked up to him. "Where are your shoes, L/N?" He asked as I looked down at my feet. I looked up and saw my shoes hanging from the railings. "There," I stated and pointed at them. Anthony frowned. "How'd you know?" He asked me. "...Hold on," I mumbled and pushed past him to go back to the halls.

Did...Did I go back in time?

I turned a corner and saw the way up to the attic. I reached for the string and pulled the stairs out. I climbed up and looked around. "...Thomas?!" I called and I suddenly heard something fall. "Y-Y/N?" I heard from behind me. I turned around and faced Thomas. A single tear made its way down his cheek. "Y/N!" He sobbed and hugged me. "I thought you were dead," He sobbed on my shoulder. I shakily let my hand fall around his waist. "But you're alive," He cried as he held my cheek. He then pressed his lips onto mine. I kissed him back, but there were questions swirling around in my mind. 

But mainly:

What happened?