Warnings: slight cursing, and trigger warning on self harm, if you do it, please don't, let someone help you or talk to someone you trust and love. Love yourself._______________________
Y/n's p.o.v
"GET DOWN HERE YOU WORTHLESS CHILD AND GET ME A BEER!!!", my father yells. Another day, another beating. God, I wish my mom didn't die. I go downstairs to bring him yet another beer. "Here, take the trash out," my dad says. I take out the trash, only to get yanked back in the house.
"YOU LITTLE BRAT!! WE'RE OUT OF BEER!!!!" My dad yells. I felt a sharp sting on my face, he slapped me. 'What did I do wrong?' He repeatedly kicks me, I heard a sickening crack, I think he broke my ribs. I start to cough up blood, he then punched me in the stomach. I scramble up to my room and cry.
I really miss my mom, how I did I end up like this? I have to clean up myself. I went to the bathroom to take my shower. When I put on my pjs, I stared at myself in the mirror and what do I see?
I don't see a beautiful S/C girl, with H/L, H/C hair. I see an ugly, beat up, and disgusting girl with no one to love her. I wipe away my tears. I have so many cuts and bruises from him. I'm tired of being here. One cut, two cuts, three.
"COME HERE STUPID CHILD AND GO THE STORE TO GET ME SOME BEER!!!" My dad yells. "Yes sir." I say quietly. I stopped. I changed again to go get his stupid beer. I might as well get some more groceries for the house anyway. Ah, New York, the greatest city in the world. (A/N: See what I did there?)
I put in my headphones and start listening to My Shot from the Hamilton soundtrack as I walk to the store. I love all the Hamilsquad cast. I love to sing, but I get bullied for it at school.
I got hungry so I went to a small cafe to get donuts for myself. After I ate, I went inside the store. Honestly, the store has its perks, you never know who comes in. "Hey Mr. Conner!"
Mr. Conner is a sweet elderly man and always treats me like one of his grandchildren. "Hey darlin! How's it going for you?" I remember him telling me stories about his children and his wife in Ghana, Africa. "Same as always Mr. Connor." I replied somberly. "Just in here to get the usual for him and some food." "You got it dear!"
"Oh! I gotcha something Mr. Connor from the cafe." "What you brought me child?" He asked eagerly. "Donuts!" "Thank you dear." He replies with a smile. "Of course!" I smiled back in return. "I'm going to get the last items on the list now Mr.Connor." "Okay dear."
Just when I grabbed the beer my dad wanted, I shrieked a bit in fright when the stranger's hand touched mine. "I'm so sorry," he says.
I look up and see that it's my idol standing in front of me. Omg, omg, omg, omg, it's Anthony Ramos! Ahhhhhhhh!!!! Fangirling so hard right now. Someone pinch me, I must be flipping dreaming. "Uh, it's fine, sorry, I was just getting this for m-my dad. I'm a huge fan of Hamilton. Sorry, my name is Y/n L/n." "You have a beautiful name," he says.
I blushed, "Thank you," I said. Why does he looked so concerned about me? I'm no one important. "I deeply apologize for the run in, I'm so sorry." I purchased the items and ran out of the store. I'm really in for it when I get home. "Bye Mr. Connor!" "Bye dear!" The last thing I saw was a concerned look on Anthony's face. I felt bad. There's no way that he would care about a lowly, worthless girl like me. "WAIT! Y/N!!" a voice said, is that Anthony? *Gasp* It is him! I stopped running, I was scared of what he was going to do.
Anthony's p.o.v
I caught up to Y/n, she looked so scared, poor kid. Why does she have bruises on her, and why did she act like she was scared of me? "Y/n it's alright, I won't hurt you."
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A Better Life
FanfictionThis is an adopted by Janthony fanfic, I do not own the Hamilton crew, all props go the stars. Y/n, a young 15 year old, abused by her father, her mother dead. One night, her father sends her out to the store, just her luck she bumps into her idol...
