Inspired by HAMILTON42

Alex POV-

I bang my head down on my desk. I ran out of ink and I don't have the money for anymore which is killing me.

I was about to bang my head down again when I heard footsteps.

"Son?"

"Notcha son..."

"Someone is outside....they claim to know you and wants to talk to you..."

I gave Washington a confused look, but nodded.

He followed me outside, probably for my safety-

I look around a little then I saw him. James. James Hamilton SR.

"What the hell are you doing here James Hamilton SR...." I say.

I could feel the looks the soldiers were giving me, even Washington.

"Son I mi-"

"You have no fucking right to call me son."

"Is that the proper greeting to your fath-"

"YOU ARE NOT MY FATHER!" I yell out. "YOU LEFT ME, MOM, AND JAMES ALONE AND NOW YOUR  CRAWLING BACK?"

"Speakimg of your brother and mother, how are they,"

I feel tears start forming.

"They are gone. Thanks to you."

"How is that my fucking fault?!?!"

"Well lets see, you left us and made mom a single mother with barley any money and had to take care of two kids, we got sick and I sent you countless letters to come back but you didn't, guess what, mom died, third when the hurricane came you didn't bother coming to get me and my brother. Guess what. He died."

"Let's put that behind us, cause you are coming with me. Like it or not."

Washington puts his hand on my shoulder and pushes me slightly out the way and stands infront of me.

I peak around him and I can see James start freaking out inside. Probably cause he was taller than him.

"The hell did you just say."

"And who might you be?"

"Ge-"

I step from behind Washington.

"My adopted father that was way better than you ever could be. Actually cared about me. Didn't beat me. Yell at me. Unlike you."

I glanced back up to Washington who smiled faintly.

"I- YOU ARE STILL COMING WITH ME!" James yells out, walks over, and grabs my arm.

"I AM NOT FUCKING COMING WITH YOU!" I yell out, then then starts dragging me.

I hear footsteps, Washington. He pushed him off of me.

"You will never ever disrespect my son,"

"HE IS NOT YOUR SON!"

"And your not his father."

"What makes you think you can stop me..."

"I'm the general of the continental army."

I see his face go pale.

"I- uh-"

"Take him to the cellers."

"N-no wait-"

Just like that he was getting dragged away by some soldiers.

Washington helped me up and we just awkwardly stood there.

"Do you...really see me as a father figure...?" Washington finally said.

I hugged him tightly and nodded.

"I will make sure he doesn't bother you anymore..."

"Thanks...dad..."