Messy Y/n Jefferson × Philip Hamilton

Chapter 12

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Philip's Pov:After the ball my mind was stuck on Y/n...but I had other problems to deal with right now. George Eacker, the guy that continues to talk about my father like it's cool. I couldnt take it anymore so I had to find him, I asked a few girls where he was, they told me, and so I went. I saw him watching a play all the way at the top row. "George we need to talk" he looked at me and sighed

"Get out of my face and shut your mouth"

I looked at him and walked up closer to the booth he was in "You shoulda watched your mouth before you talked about my father though"

He laughed and looked down at me "I didnt say anything that wasnt true, your fathers a scoundrel and so it seems of you"

"Oh so it's like that?"

He nodded and got up "Yeah I'm not your lil school boy-"

"Well see you on the dueling ground, that's unless wanna get up and go now"

"Ahh piss off I know where to finrd you I'm watching the show now" he replied and sat down. I shook my head and left making my way home. As soon as I got there I told my father about my plans..I was hoping he'd come as my second but no. He just told me what to do and went back into his office to write more. I knew I had to tell someone else...the only person that I could trust with this, just in case I lost my life tonight.

Y/n's pov:A few days after the ball all I could think about was Philip, of course he made me mad but I couldnt stop thinking about him..just as I lost in thought I heard a knock on my front door. I went downstairs to see Philip standing there, Sally let him in. He looked at me with two pistols in his hand and I already knew what was going to happen. I grabbed his hand and took him to the front porch

"Philip why are you holding those, you cant be getting in a dual tonight?"

He looked at me and nodded "I am getting into one and I dont know what to do what if I die?...that's why I came here."

I looked at him and sighed "Do you have a second Philip?"

He nodded and grabbed my waist "Y/n...I need you to come with me tonight, in case I die. You have to be there...you hate I know that and I hate myself too but if this is the last time I ever get to see you I want you to know that I'm sorry for everything and I just want you to be there"

I looked up at him and started to tear up, this could be the last time I see him alive and I've been so worked up and angry at him..but now I could actually lose him..
"I'll be there Philip, you do what you have to do and if you have to kill someone..do it, but just dont die" ...he looked at me and kissed me. I kissed back, it might be the last time I ever get to. Philip looked at me one more time, "You know where to go" he said and kissed my forehead then left.

I watched him leave then ran up the stairs to change Into something that I didnt mimd getting dirty that I could also run in incase I had to. A old pink dress that was a little torn at the bottom and an old pair of black boots. I grabbed one of dads dueling pistols just in case and caught a ride to the dueling ground in New Jersey. As soon as I arrived I saw both of them standing there talking to there seconds, me.. I was in the other side of the feild. I watched as the two got ready. Their backs to eachother, the count to 10...but by number 8 Philip was already shot and on the ground. I got out of the carriage and ran as fast my legs would take me all the way to the other side of the feild. I hovered over Philip as he bled out, he looked up at me as I yelled for the medic.

"Y/n..y/n...hey. Take care of my mom and my sister for me please" he asked me like he already knew he was going to die.

"Philip I wont have to, you'll still be here too. Philip stay alive please.." I cried as his hand rested on my cheek. He shook his head as the medic checked him and put him in the boat to row him back to New York.

I stood there with Philip's potential killer. He looked over at me and smiled "Was that your little boyfriend?..well sorry I shot him, you could be with someone better than him any day...let's say a guy like me?"

I shook my head, I couldnt belive someone could be like that. "Do you even know how to count or are you just so spiteful and unfair that you could have potentially taken his life? You shot him on the count of seven. You're a lowlife cheating bastard with no idea what the number ten is you stupid peice of-"

I was cut off too a hand over my mouth. I looked up to see my father?!

"Y/n you're coming home now do you hear me" he demanded and dragged me to the carriage.

"Dad we need to go see Philip at the hospital he could die!" I told him

He looked at me and nodded. I sat back and tried not to cry as the carriage took us back to New York. I hoped Philip could stay alive until we got there...I had to see him alive one more time