Bad Things Happen

Blackmail 2!

A/N: This might be a little depressing.

After his mix up with Jefferson, Laurens headed back to his therapist. He felt uncomfortable now, talking to Thomas always made him uncomfortable. They arrived and Laurens walked back when Reynolds came out.

"Hello Laurens." He began. "Anything interesting happen today?"

Other than the fact that he was being blackmailed, honestly not much. But he knew he couldn't tell him that. "Nope." He lied.

"Ok then, I haven't been able to see you in a while, I heard you were in the hospital. Do you want to talk about that?" He said handing him a notepad to draw on.

"I've never really liked hospitals." He confessed. "Never have, never will."

"And I'm assuming this has to do with your mother?" Reynolds questioned.

Laurens nodded.

"Why else? If your father hadn't blamed you for her death, would you still hate hospitals?"

"Well, I mean. No one likes hospitals. But I'm not sure. I can't imagine something that never happened."

"You seem distracted." Reynolds said. "Are you ok?"

"I couldn't help it, I didn't mean to kill her. Yet everyone treats me like I'm a murderer. Some of the kids I lived with in the foster homes called me a murderer. I'm not." Laurens cried. "If I had a choice, I would have let her live, so I wouldn't have to go into a stupid system where everyone is judging me."

Reynolds eyes widened. Well he got the break through he wanted.

"Keep going."

"They treated me like garbage. They made me work like I was a slave, barley fed me and blamed me for everything. All of them were the same." John continued ranting. "They didn't even trust me with a cell phone. One of my foster homes even said I don't deserve it. They wouldn't of cared if something happened to me, they wouldn't care if I was killed, injured, or kidnapped. They would've just gone on to the next kid that would give them a paycheck." 

Reynolds went over and sat on the couch next to him. He rubbed his back and tried to calm him down. Reynolds had seen many kids have a break down, but it still made him very upset to see children suffering. He was so busy trying to calm him, that he didn't realize that John had put the notepad down when he was talking.

"Laurens? Where is the notepad I gave you?"

Laurens calmed down and handed him the paper he had dropped behind the couch. It was nearly blank. Reynolds was amazed.

Laurens went home after his session was over. He felt better to get the pain off his chest.

When he got home, John ran upstairs to his room and went to bed. He was emotionally drained.

The Next day.

"Laurens." Jefferson approached his locker. "When will you be done with this assignment?"

"I don't know." Laurens gave him a blank answer. He knew he could get in big trouble if he did this, but he couldn't let everyone find out about him being fostered by the Washingtons. Or that Alexander and Lafayette were too.

"You haven't even started, have you?" Thomas taunted.

"I can't do this."

"Oh, but you can."

"Name something else." Laurens stated upset.

"I don't want something else."

"If you get caught the price will be worse than you failing. You'll end up homeless and working at a gas station for the rest of your life."