Eye of the storm - Lams fanfic

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I have completely made this up. This didn't happen!! While you're reading please keep in mind that she was 14 and pregnant

'I was born not out of love or choice but out of rape and wedlock. My mother was a kind girl but only 14. She had been at a bar in Glasgow, Scotland in 1989, pretending to be 18. They tell me she was very convincing. She had a few drinks too many and someone spiked her drink right word? They took control of her and she was too drugged and drunk to know otherwise. Her parents cast her out and the school thought her not fit to be in s school of such a high standard. Her friends thought she was a whore and her boyfriend thought of it as cheating.

She became young, scrappy and hungry. Homeless and pregnant with me, no one to turn to. She was fighting for her life and mine. She was such a good person. She never begged or stole or 'borrowed'. She slept in the sewers at night and roamed the streets in the day.

After a month she managed to stowaway on a ship. She didn't know where it was going to but she knew wherever it was going she might be able to start over again. From her diary, she was a sail for days eating a crust of mouldy bread she had found before she left and drinking the sea water that sprayed onto the deck. She said she's stayed optimistic. Smelled the salty fresh air and felt her skin being cleansed.

It was after a while she saw a flash of green. She sat up quick as a whip and saw land. It was the first time in a while. She peeked out a little to take a closer look then heard a gruff voice holler something. She felt a large hand grab her dress. She was pulled into the middle of the deck and shoved against the mast. Almost all, it seemed, the crew members were staring at her. She held her slightly showing stomach so they would have mercy on her.

She didn't say what they said or how they did it but all she did say was that they made a makeshift plank out of a door they ripped off the wall and made her walk it, making sure she did it by poking her with knives and their penises. She was forced to jump into the sea and had to swim back to land. She was at least 25 miles from land and she was terrified about being eaten by some sort of sea monster.

She hadn't a clue where she was what time it was, or what the date was! But it was cold and she was covered in sea water. She stumbled out of the sea onto the beach. She said she was so glad she's learned how to swim.
She found a bit of beach that was sheltered by grass and lay down on it hugging her stomach and scrunched into a ball.

By the time she'd woken up it was already the next morning. She woke up freezing. It was raining but there were still people walking dogs along the beach. Her diary says that she ran up to a kindly looking woman with a thick American accent and a pug bouncing around in the sand. She asked where she was and what day it was. The woman asked no question other than if she was okay, looking down at my mothers stomach. She offered to buy her lunch, a nice hot meal- build up her strength.

They went to a nearby cafe and bought a bowl of soup and fresh roll and butter. It was the best meal she'd ever had my mother told me. She'd gotten to know the lady, Diana Tremaine The Good Place ref 😉  and she'd become her first friend in her new life. They went their separate ways after that though. It had become stormy and rainy and windy and the only place my mother knew in this new land was the sheltered part of the beach. On the way back there she found some rubbish that might be useful. She found a bunch of newspaper that she used for a pillow and blanket. She stayed there until the next morning when she woke up. She decided to explore.

She walked the city all day. Her shoes had to be abandoned when she was thrown overboard a couple days ago so her feet were dirty and cut up. She winced each time she took a step but she was in awe of this giant city. Exaggerating this on purpose 😗Buildings sky high and people bustling around every where. She still didn't find a good place to sleep. She was utterly penniless.

As it started to get dark she scrambled into a nearby slim alleyway. It smelled like piss and rubbish but she was weary from walking and she hurt all over. She fell straight asleep hunched up in the corner.

When she woke up, she could tell she wasn't in the same place as before. It smelled of rust and sweat and it was pitch black. She tried to stand up but her hands were cuffed against the wall. She screamed.

From there, it doesn't say what happens except the sentence: 'someone came in the room. He looked familiar. It was the man from the ship. They'd found me. I won't tell you what happened because it's not... pleasant. But just know this. I wasn't freed.'

I was born in the same room she woke up in. It was long and hard and she gave birth alone. No one to make sure she was doing things right. No one to tell her how amazing she was doing. No one to help her except herself.

I only had 5 years with my mother before I was taken away. She gave me her diary before I was sold. I've never seen her since. I don't know if she's ok or dead or anything and to this day I still wonder where and how she is. All I know is that she was a sex slave when I was a child. I don't think she'll be out of her 'job'.

I was sold to cargo ship workers what're they called 🤔 and I was shipped all over America.
I developed severe depression, BPD, anxiety and PTSD but I was forced to work all day and was whipped if I didn't do it up to standard. You would think that kind of didn't exist anymore.

I was in custody until I was 15 when in 2004, I escaped in South Carolina. After that I'd stow awayed on a train that was New York bound. I didn't feel safe in SC. they'd come looking for me.

I found work with a paper round and slept on a park bench for a couple years until I could afford a small flat. I worked hard despite my mental sickness and got a job as what do you think johns job should be? Can't decide..

After a couple more years passed and I got a small one floored house. I met a few friends and life started to get better. I was completely healed by 23 but my mother and I's past still haunts me.

Then I met Alexander Hamilton. He came into that bar yelling a bit with Aaron Burr and we got talking. He's my closest friend. And now I'm helping him with his mental fragility. I'll never regret the day I ran away in South Carolina and came to New York. It let me meet Alexander so I'll never regret the pain and suffering I went through.'

I think as I sit at my desk reading over my mothers diary. I read it whenever I feel down and it reminds me how lucky I am. I shut it softly and hug it. I lay down on the bed I made on the floor and fall asleep. It's kind of cringy but I dreamed I met my mother again and everything was okay and me and Alex got married and he was well again. That's definitely the best dream I've ever had.

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