John's POV
The entire mall cop shit happened 1 month ago and were still kicked out of the mall.
Damn.
I don't wanna go home. I don't. I've been at the Schuyler's, Lafayette's, Herc's almost everyone's house for The Whole week trying to avoid my god awful father. Did I go to Alexander's? No.
Why? I didn't want to bother him and upset him with my problems. But now I can't do shit. I have to go home or else.. my dad is gonna kill me.
Literally.
I was dropped off at my house by Lafayette. He smiled at me briefly. "Good luck in there, mon ami."
I sighed and nodded "thanks bud, I'll see ya later." I shut the car door and walked inside my house. As soon as I could shut the door as quiet as possible, I was planning to sneak passed my father. But what happened?
"Where the fuck have you been?" Henry was standing at the foot of the door frame, leading to my kitchen which lead to my bedroom.
Now if you're thinking, 'oh John's dad is just a drunk abusive dad? He's drunk and doesn't know better. see poor uwu john?' No. He knows what he's doing. He knows what he does. It's because I'm gay. It's because I like men. It's because I'm a twink. It's because I'm nothing to him.
He confronted me, grabbing my shirt. "I asked you a damn question."
I raised an eyebrow "well you gave me barely 3 seconds to answer."
I'm tough. I swear. I have a temper. I know. I'm used to this. Yeh I cry after. Yeah I get scared after the beatings. But I hate him so much that I've stopped caring.
He raised his hand and striked my cheek harsh enough to leave a print. I winced and bit my lip "ouch I guess.."
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Henry furrowed his eyebrows. "What the hell did you just say to me, faggot?"
"I said: 'ouch I guess'. Are you fucking deaf or something?" I snapped.
My father growled and grabbed a fist full of my hair, causing me to scream out in shock. He dragged to into the kitchen, tossing me to the floor.
3rd Person POV
Henry got on top of John, wrapping a hand around his neck and squeezing harshly. He was waiting til John's face was purple enough to let go.
John on the other hand, was thrashing around, kicking and struggling to be let loose. He kicked his dad away.
But Before john could stand, Henry placed a foot on the small freckled boy's chest. He pressed down slowly.
John gasped for air desperately, his vision fading.
"Already weak and I've barely touched you? Pathetic." Henry spat. He knelt down, his foot still on John's chest to serve him an echoing slap against his eye, possibly leaving a bruise.
John has enough pressure against his lungs to cause him to black out. His head fell back against the tiled kitchen floor. Henry huffed and took his foot off of his son's chest, staring down at him with disappointment.
"God, this is pathetic. And to think you want to be a man? No wonder you're such a little faggot. Dicks up your prostate and in your mouth- disgusting." He walked to the fridge and grabbed a wine bottle. That's where his drinking is. He gets wasted enough to pass out. He's conscious when he beats his son.
John was out cold. For at least a bit more than 3 hours. He blinked his eyes open, not being able to move a single muscle. He started slowly. Fingers. Then toes, and to his arms, legs, etc. He got up and groaned, walking upstairs to his bed. He crawled into it, covering his face. A bruise was left on his eye. He knew it was there as if he could feel it. He felt a pit in his stomach. Like he could throw up. He ran to his bathroom, leaning over the toilet bowl.
And he threw up.
It relieved him a lot. It made him feel less sick. The pressure building up in his chest during his chest crushing had just been released.
He sat back against his bathtub, tears beginning to fall. He wiped them, "don't be a pussy.. be strong for alex.." he spoke to himself.
But more fell. He cried. And cried. And cried. He got up. His friend. His shiny, sharp friend. He grabbed it from the drawer, rolling up his sleeves.
1 cut
2 cuts
3 cuts
4 cuts
5 cuts.
He sat back against the tub once more.
Another tear fell. And another. And another. Until he couldn't stop them from falling.
He cried himself asleep there on the bathroom floor.
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I hope y'all enjoyed. Sorry I'm late on updates. But I hope y'all liked it!! ❤️❤️❤️
💕~Anthony
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Fanficalexander hamilton. he's that stereotypical new kid at school, except, people actually like him and don't treat him like shit. people learn about his fucked up past, thinking it's pretty cool how he's still alive. they find out he's extremely chill...
