Spilled Secret ( Jamilton )

●Chapter 1●

Alex woke up on a large boat, the waves below him crashing against the weakened wooden panels. He held his head and groaned before running to the side and puking into the storming waves below him. He had only been on here for an hour or so and it was already taking affect. His knees weakened below him and he dropped to the floor, splinters from the un-kept  wooden deck sinking into his knee caps. He sat curled into the back corner of the boat sobbing and slowly pulling out each splinter until he saw a figure approach him, he whipped his head up as the figure above him pulled out a large leather object from his back, raising it above his head. Alex let out a yelp as the whip came clashing onto his arm and a large gash appeared, blood seeping out and softening the already flimsy wood. He listened as the man shouted insults at him, whipping even harder as his pent up anger was released on the 18 year old ( I know the age is probably not historically accurate it's just so that it lines up with the story plot ).

Useless.

The man kept repeating that word as he struck Alex with the whip repeatedly, the small boy cowering and screaming with each hit. Blood seeped out of his arms and back as the man raised the whip even higher, aiming it directly for his head. The only thoughts Alex had was that this was how he would die. He was going to die. He didn't even have the chance to beg for life before the whip came clashing against his-

" I'm sorry!"

" Alex! "

" I'm sor-sorry! Please don't kill me! Please!"

"Alexander!"

"I'm sorry!"

"Alexander Hamilton!"

Alex's head shot up at his name and he looked around to see everyone looking at him strangely. " shit." He thought. He was in class. His classmates either gave him worried glances or smirks as he looked at his teacher, shuffling back into his uncomfortable plastic chair.

" Yes, sir?" Alex asked, playing it off like nothing had happened. " Son, are you okay?" Mr. Washington gave the boy a pittying look and Alex coughed a little into his fist, hoping he didn't have to speak about it          " Yes, sir. I'm sure, just a nightmare, sorry for falling asleep, it won't happen again." Washington nodded and turned back to teaching the class, although his eyebrows were furrowed and he often fell into rambling before regaining himself and resuming his lecture. Once his friends were sure that Washington was distracted they began fretting over their friend

" Are you okay? "

" You looked so scared, do you wanna talk about it? "

" Do you need some water-"

Alex stood up from his desk, shoving it away and walking towards the classroom's exit. Everyone stared at him, attention averted from the man in front of them and immediately being placed on Alex. Mr. Washington turned to see what they were looking at, his eyes widening as he looked at the dishevelled student before him. Alex had tears running down his face, brows furrowed into a sickening glare that he shot at everyone in the room.  " I'M FINE! LEAVE ME ALONE!" He screamed before pushing open the doors and running down the hallway, he opened his blurry eyes and wiped them of tears but his eyes instantly widened as he plummeted into someone's chest. He heard a light gasp from above him and gulped, looking up at the man he had run into. Shit. It was the new kid. The new kid looked down at him with a slight smirk and put his hand out, offering Alex a hand up. Alex just looked down and pulled himself up, causing the new kid to laugh. " what's up with you, short stack? Cat got your tongue?" Alex shit him a glare, wiping away any left over tears and mumbling under his breath. The new kid just smirked and let out a cocky sigh, "Thomas Jefferson, you?" The new kid, now identified as Thomas, asked, his eyes shooting Alex a slightly amused look. Alex just grumbled more before sighing, " Alexander Hamilton, now leave me the fuck alone, would you?" Alex snarled, wiping himself down and walking to the nearest bathroom, silently hoping that none of the stalls were occupied.  Thomas just sighed, continuing his walk to his classroom, he stood outside of it and knocked lightly, the large door was opened by a tall man, around the same height as Thomas. The teacher winked at him and Thomas silently thanked him for not saying anything. Thomas didn't need anyone realising who he used to be. Thea ( pronounced: tee-a ). He had left college for a year to transition, moving to France with his family for a year whilst he got hold of a binder and some testosterone. Now he looked completely different, he had let his afro grow to be around shoulder length, had stubble on his chin and a light moustache grew under his nose. Mr. Washington was his favourite teacher and he knew he could trust him to keep his secret safe. Although Mr. Washington knew about Thomas' on going transition his eyes widened at the changed boy he saw before him, he shook Thomas' hand, smiling lightly before pulling him into the classroom.

Wow, this was shitty, leave a comment if you want me to continue this, I swear it'll get better. I'm aware I wrote that Alex shit him a glare, I was gonna change it but I just couldn't bring myself to do it .

This was written at 3 am and posted at, like,10 am so ignore any misspellings and grammatical mistakes, I was tired