This takes place on the day Alex's mother died making this even more sad I unfortunately couldn't find a date so it's January 11th. I never got a response in time when writing this so it's a modern story. Btw this is my story and I have some mild cursing. As always tho so nothing new.
Alex cowered under his desk, he had finished his work and that's when a storm started. No one could leave the building.
~Meanwhile~
Washingdad-Washington, sat in his office. He thought about checking in on everyone. He knew everyone was done with work but couldn't leave work because of the awful storm. He walked over to Monroe's office, Jefferson's, Madison's, but skipped Alexander's, he wanted to see Alexander at the end of the day. Spend more time with him!
[WASHINGDAD-uh-WASHINGTON'S POV]
I checked on everyone, I slowly headed towards my office when I realized I needed to see my son! Well, not biologically, but me and Martha loved him as if he was ours! I knocked on his office. I heard small noises stifle at the knock. I was confused. "Alexander?" I heard a small 'go away' and I thought about why he would say that.
"aLeXaNdEr?" "go away." I knocked on Jefferson's office after that failed attempt. I didn't want to force my way in yet.
"Mr. President?" "Ah. Well Mr. Jefferson, I was wondering, do you know why Alexander's still in his office and not answering to anyone?" Thomas looked confused, "What? Would you like me to try getting Alexander out?" I wanted to yell in his face: 'YES YOU DOOFUS! GET THE HELL IVER THERE!' but I used the kinder version, "If that would work with you, then yes Mr. Jefferson." Thomas nodded and walked over to Alexander's door. I planned to break that door down if no one could get Alex to open it.
[THOMAS' POV]
Now Washington hardly bothers me, much less, well never actually, about Hamilton so clearly somethings wrong and I'm obliged to feel a little worry. Washington leaves to his office while I knock on Hamilton's door, "Hamilton! Washington's worried about you! What's going on?" I hear a small and distant sob. I pretended not to hear that, but mentally I made note of it. "Go away Jefferson!" I frowned, "Hamilton? What's going on? Open up!" "No! Go away!" I walked to Washington. I knocked on his office, "Come in!" I opened the door walking in, "Well, I heard a small sob, and he refused." I hoped worry wasn't noted in my southern accent.
[WASHINGDAD'S POV- shit, sry- WASHINGTON'S POV]
I heard worry in his tone, I decided to leave it for another time. I grabbed my spare key for his office. I shoved it in to find he jammed it. This smart ass jammed it to keep me out!
Wow.
He.
Is.
A.
Literal.
Fucking.
Genius.
Ugh.
I yell, "Alexander James Hamilton! Open the goddamn door before I break it down with a sludge hammer!" I hear no movement. No sound. Nothing... I heard Jefferson mutter something to someone and then say, "Aye! Let's go to my office and do..." he hesitates, "Something!" I hear shuffling while I'm looking for my sludge hammer.
(It isn't just me with a sludge hammer lying in my room right?)
I finally find my hammer. I also grab a wad of cash to replace the door.
This scene displays inappropriate behavior, parents may or may not want you to read this because it may plant ideas in your mind. Either do not read this or do not tell your parents, about well A) me and B) what I write and how I write it and C) about my profile personally I'd like not to get reported or anything. But if you or your parents are uncomfortable with this scene either don't read it for everyone's sake, or ignore me like an idiot, or we'll y'all know the options I assume I'm over explaining my shit. Sry
I yell, "YOU'D BETTER BE ON THE FLOOR 'CAUSE I'MMA BREAK THIS GODDAMN DOOR DOWN!" I throw the sludge hammer and there's suddenly a large hole in the door and window.
The scene has been completed. I may or may not have enjoyed writing that too much :) heh eh uhm yeah...
I hop into the room hoping Alexander is okay.
[ALEXANDER'S POV]
I was ready to end it all but when da-Washington said something about better being on the floor I ducked and saw a sludge hammer fly at my window. The one I was going to jump out of.
((O-O)when you realize you were this> || close from death, from a sludge hammer. (Ō-Ō)(Õ-Ó)me being in confusion despite being the fricking author.)
I laid on the floor acting like I passed out, when in all honesty, tears were still falling from my eyes. I was laying upside down, that's why I was allowed to cry without being seen. Funnily enough Gwash sounded terribly sad and sorry. I wanted to shrug it off but I couldn't shake the thought.
(No offense Whamilton shippers but like, that's disgusting, they have a father/son relationship imo and in my books, it's gonna stay that way. Alex is just wondering about why Washington sounds so worried about him. He thinks himself to be worthless, and if y'all think that about yourselves then I'll scream at you. Y'all are fricking worth it ok?! Also imma spilt this onto three parts so as to make y'all suffer 😈 but wait for it \/)
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Wow. So many read. Also pay no attention to the book beside my one shits. Ok I'm letting autocorrect do that now... wow. That's a book I'm working on that y'all don't get to know tough shit about!
