Battlefield (A Lams story)

Chapter 22

Hamilton squeezed Laurens’s hand and looked up at him as the latter glared knives into their captures’ soul.

Adriene smirked. “Little Lexi, come here~” he cooed. Hamilton made no attempt to move. “Come on, you don’t wanna make me mad~” Hamilton hesitated, but the pull from Laurens told him to stay put. “Hamilton. Now.” Adriene clicked his pistol and aimed it at Laurens. “Let’s go before your boy toy gets hurt.” Hamilton nodded and slowly made his way over to Adriene. “Faster slut.” He shot at Laurens foot-purposely missing-as Hamilton scurried over. André pulled Hamilton closer to him for protection. Laurens was silent.

“So quiet now Laurens, hm? Cat got your tongue?” he chuckled darkly. “Or does the cat have your boyfriend?” Laurens jaw clenched. “Such a slut, isn’t he?” Adriene made his way over to Hamilton and traced his cheekbone as Laurens stiffened and his fists balled. “I mean, he did sleep with the three of us. First it was Laurens, then me, and then finally André. He does have his way with men. I bet he knows he’s a slut, aren’t you?” he pressed the gun into Hamilton’s thin abdomen. Hamilton’s breath hitched as he glanced over at Laurens. Laurens was staring needles into Adriene’s head; Hamilton quickly glanced back at the man threatening him. Adriene shoved the gun into his stomach-making Hamilton wanting to double over and puke, though he had nothing to throw up. “Say. It.”

“I-I’m a slut..”

“Thank you.” Adriene said. He shoved the gun into Hamilton’s stomach, causing the latter to double over and wrench whatever was left in his guts out. He felt a sharp jab to his side as he heaved on the floor. “Stupid whore.” he spat as Laurens took a defensive step foward. Adriene noticed and laughed. “Defensive are we? Hm? What if I just-” he kicked Hamilton again. André just watched and winced.

“Don’t fucking touch him!”

“Or if I just-” He yanked the small male onto his feet by his hair.

“Stop it bastard!”

Adriene grinned. “At least I’m not the only bastard in this room, isn’t that right Hamilton?” Hamilton stiffened and looked away before Adriene forced eye contact. “Rachel Faucette and James Hamilton, correct? Born out of wedlock on the Carribean islands and brought shame to his family.”

“Stop it.” Hamilton whispered.

“Bullied at school and his mom became a prostitute after his dad left. Soon his mom and himself got sick.”

“Stop.” Hamilton said normally in a warning tone. 

“Mother died. A hurricane came and destroyed his town, killing his brother and went to live with his cousin who later died-”

“I SAID STOP!” Hamilton yelled as he slapped Adriene. It was dead silent.

Adriene held his cheek with a soft scowl. Hamilton along with everyone in the room stared until Adriene pulled Hamilton by his hair and knocked in face first onto the floor. A soft crack was heard as a small pool of blood appeared around Hamilton’s nose. Adriene kicked his side and shot his hand. “Don’t. Ever. Fucking hit me again slut. Or there will be consequences besides a few broken bones.” He stated coldly. 

Laurens watched in horror as his boyfriend laid on the ground, motionless. It killed him to have to stay still. He just wanted to run over and hold him-tell him everything was okay. Just to make sure he was still conscious and alive, but he knew if he moved, there would be worse consequences both of them would get. He wasn’t sure how much more either of them could take. Especially his boyfriend, and that ate him up on the inside.

The silence had continued until a soft groan was heard and the body started moving slowly. Hamilton felt a roaring pain in his nose and a burn in his hand. He couldn’t even feel the huge gash running across a section of his forehead or the many broken ribs he had just landed on. He could barely remember why he was on the floor, after all, he did just black out.