• Still Waiting For It • Reader X Aaron Burr

Chapter 14: A Nurse Walks into a Bar

    Quick note: This chapter contains domestic violence. I cannot measure the sensitivity of my audience so if this makes you uncomfortable, please skip this chapter and wait for the next upload (which will take about a million years), thank you!

~ Em

Rain poured down outside and the wind screamed as the storm raged on. I sat on a stool in the kitchen, fidgeting with my nightgown. Charle and I have been married for a few weeks now. Travel to Fort Washington has been delayed due to recent battles that required horses and soldiers so, therefore, we had no escorts to the fort and that made me unable to escape my monster of a husband.

Something I didn't know about Charle before we had met was that he was a drunk. He would come home angry and smelling like whiskey. I learned to hide behind the kitchen counters of our small cottage but tonight, it would take more than a counter to save me.

Charle stumbled into our condo (He had bought it a few days after the wedding).

"W-welcome home, dear."

    Wordless, he plopped himself on the couch, appearing to be mesmerized by a small hole in the wall.

"They laugh at me," he began, his words slurring as he spoke. "Charle married a rebel woman. Charle married a stuck up rich lady. They all laugh at me."

He looked at me, his drunk, glassy eyes seemed even more dead than they already were when he was sober.

He slammed a shelf out of anger and a small paper flew off of one of the books. He picked it up and examined it.

"YOU'RE JOINING THE ARMY AS A NURSE? EVEN WORSE, THE REBEL ARMY?!"

He walked towards me, I knew what was coming and backed away in fear.

    He wound up a shot, balling his fist in fury. I closed my eyes, awaiting the inevitable blow. He struck my eye and I fell to the ground.

    "That outta teach ya," he snarled.

    My face cried in pain. I was unable to form words. I felt helpless on the floor. Nobody was coming. My father and sisters weren't here.
Charle wasn't allowing me to talk to anybody in Washington's army so Burr and Hamilton weren't coming. I have to do something, anything.

    My eyes darted towards the door and before I knew it, I was running away from the condo, an angry, slurring voice far behind me.

    "You can run but you'll have to come back eventually, (Y/N)!"

    I eventually stepped into the nearest building   that I was able to find, which happened to be a bar, lucky me. I stood off to the side, ignoring the glances of curious onlookers.

    Before I knew what was happening, I heard a yell across the bar, "Come on, Mulligan!"

    I turned my head to see some men yelling over a drinking contest.

    "Laurens, you're not gonna make it!"

    The curly haired man, appearing to be the one named Laurens, turned to a girl on his left and used two fingers to tilt her up to face him.

    "Azzy, be a dear and get my landing pad ready~" he said in a flirtatious tone.

    Azzy flipped her hair and smiled, "Of course, Laurens!"

    Azzy put a pillow by Laurens' chair and gave him a thumbs up. Laurens reached for the shot glass, his hands quivering. He raised it to his lips and sipped it, placing it on the table in triumph. Shortly afterwards, passing out.