OTP TIME BITCHES!!!!!

I'm Gonna Give This A Name, So We Know That It's The Same Story - 

He's My Boyfriend 

That's The Title. Deal With It. Jk.

Alexander's POV. T/W Self Harm, Abuse.

"J-John! Pl-please s-stop!" I cried as he kicked me once again in the ribs. I curled in on myself on the ground and cried out as he grabbed a fistful of my hair. 

"You know I'm only doing this because I love you Alex." He said. Not really asking. But stating. I stayed silent as tears flowed down my cheeks. Everything hurt. Everything hurt so much.

"Right Alex?!" He asked, tightening his grip on my hair. Causing me to yelp out in pain. I quickly nodded and he hummed as an answer and dropped me back on the floor. 

"That wasn't good enough for me Alexander. I need to make sure you, and everyone else know who you belong to. And who is that Alex?" John asked angerly. 

"Y-you!!" I sobbed. He continued to beat me and I tried to think of something else to get my focus off John and the new bruises that are sure to form on me after this.

I tried to think of all the reasons I love John. Trying to take my mind off the pain. And let myself get lost in my mind. 

He's better than me. He takes the time to punish me when I'm bad. When I'm wrong. When I need it. When I misbehave. When I screw up. When I need it.

He suddenly kicked my stomach, and I cried out in pain as John stepped back and watched smugly from a few feet away. 

"Now, whenever you look at that Alex. Remember what it means." John said turning away from me. A small whimper escaped me as I looked down at my stomach. 

I lifted my shirt and saw dark bruises forming on my hips and sides. I let out a sob when seeing it and watched as John stalked off back to our bedroom before slamming the door shut behind him. 

I stayed on the wooden floor till I gathered enough strength to push myself up into a sitting position. Immediately hissing in pain. I pushed myself up against a wall and held my side in pain. I wiped my mouth finding out that my lip was bleeding. 

Great. How will I hide these bruises and marks from everyone else?

I whimpered and slowly got to my knees and using the wall as support got to my feet. I limped over to the couch and collapsed onto the soft cushioning as my legs gave out. I sniffled and wiped my eyes. But, before I knew it, the tears were back. Except there were just more of them.

I bit my lip trying to hold back sobs as I got myself into a more comfortable position on the couch. 

Why did John have to beat me? Why did I have to fuck everything up? Why did I have to mess up and ruin my happiness with John? Why did I cut myself? Why didn't I lock the door when I did it? Why do I stay with John?

"Because he loves me." I whispered to myself as I slowly cried myself to sleep.

~Two Weeks Later~

I raced into the emergency room with tears in my eyes as I ran to the front desk.

"W-where's J-John L-L-Lauren's room??" I cried as I tried to hold myself together. The lady sitting at the desk gave me a pitiful look before typing something into her computer. 

"Room 1782." She said. I nodded and ran down the hallway to the elevator. I pressed the thrid floor button and waited anxiously as I waited for the damn doors to open sooner.

~Flashback To Forty Minutes Earlier~

I was sitting on me and John's bed while I waited for him to get back. It was almost eleven thirty and he still wasn't back yet. 

We got into a big fight about me having an attitude towards him. Which resulted in him slapping me. Hard. And storming out of the dorm to go drinking. 

John had a bit of an alcohol problem. But that never bothered me. Unless he came back drunk and in a pissed off mood.

Than it did matter to me. Because he would take it out on me. Like he always done. 

Four years into this relationship. Only a year and a half of that was all good and happy till he first hit me. It was a mere slap. Didn't hurt as much physically as it did emotionally. I mean, like, he hit me. My perfect boyfriend hit me.

He apologized afterwards and kissed me all over. I forgave him for it. I don't know if I regret that decision or not. 

Because that was only the beginning of three years of abuse. But it was from John. And John loved me so much. And I loved him so much. I don't care about the pain as long as I still have my John. 

I don't deserve him at all. I'm lucky that he would love such a fat bastard like me. A whore. A disgusting, useless, awful, selfish, pig. I'm so lucky to have John. 

I just hope he's in a good mood when he comes back. Which I know he won't though. But still, I love him. No matter what. 

My phone started buzzing, alerting me of a call. I jumped slightly and put the bookmark back in the book I was reading. I set the book down next to me and turned myself over to the bedside table to grab my phone.

I expected to see John's contact name, but was surprised to see an unknown caller ID. 

Buzz

Do I answer it?

Buzz

Who could it be?

Buzz

What if John got too drunk and lost his phone?

Buzz

It must be John, right?

Bu-

"H-hello?" I asked into the phone. Sitting up straight.

"Is this Alexander Hamilton? Boyfriend of John Laurens?" A feminine voice asked into the phone. 

I think I actually felt my heart stop. Anxiety rushing through my veins. 

Who is this lady? How does she know me? Why the hell is she calling me? Did John get arrested again? Is he hurt? Where's John?

"Umm, yeah. Yes. This is he. Who is this? What's wrong?" I asked shakily. Scared. Nervous. 

"Hello, I'm Suzy. I work at the Miranda Hospital. I regret to inform you that Mr. Laurens has gotten into a drunk car accident. He informed us to call you right away. But his injuries are fatal and we don't know how long-" I think I dropped my phone. I think I was crying. I think I might have lost my mind. 

No. No, no,  no, no, no, no! He couldn't-he's fine. He has to be fine! 

I picked my phone back up off the ground and hung up on the lady still speaking. I slipped on a pair of shoes and a jacket before running out of my dorm in a panic.

How will I get to the hospital? John took the car? The sisters are out clubbing with Maria tonight. Herc and Laf are on a trip in France visiting Laf's grandmother. I was also informed by Herc that he was proposing to Laf. If I take the bus, it will take three times longer to get to the hospital.

I didn't know where to go. Except. No. I couldn't. We're enemies. We hate each other. He hates me. And I...I hate him. But yet, I still found myself knocking frantically on his dorm door. A door I never thought I would ever knock on. Not for favors at least. 

I held back sobs as I choked on my own tears 

"What? Who the fuck is there?"A southern voice screamed at the door. Alex flinched at the tone but soon focussed on what he needed. A ride.

"J-Jefferson please!" I cried. I sniffled and wiped my eyes. I really need his help. I need help. I need John. Even if he hated me. I need him.

"I'm coming! Hold the fuck up!" He yelled back. I stopped knocking and put one of my hands against the wall.

I heard someone moving around inside and quiet talking between two people. Probably Madison. Jefferson's boyfriend of I think two years. 

Oh God I'm gonna make a fool of myself in front of my two worst enemies. But it didn't matter.

The door opened to reveal a tired looking Thomas Jefferson. Rage over taking him. 

"What?! What the fuck Hamilton? It's almost twelve at night and-" I let out a sob, making Jefferson stop momentarily. He looked me over for a second before standing straight. 

"Hamilton...are you alright? What's...wrong?" He asked. I shook my head and covered my mouth. I took a deep breath as I tried to calm my nerves. 

"I n-need a r-ride t-to th-the h-hospital John-J-John g-got into an ac-accident..." I mumbled. Jefferson's face went from confusition to shock. Then to sorrow.

"I could give you a ride. Just wait a second. Come in." I nodded and stepped through the door.

"Tommy, who was it?" I heard another voice call from a room down the hall. Jefferson blushed lightly and walked down the hall. I heard some talking as I waited for Jefferson to get ready. I looked up when I heard footsteps come from down the hallway.

Jefferson was getting on a jacket and had his car keys in his hand. Madison trailing behind him looking worried. Our eyes met, but I couldn't continue to look.

The two southerners have always had a special place in my heart. I always looked forward to our daily debates in our shared classes. Even if it was out of hate. I still cared for the two. Loved to see how happy they made the other.

"Okay, let's go." Jefferson said, standing by the door. I nodded and sniffled and nodded and followed them out to their car. A black mercedes. I climbed into the back seat and tried to stop myself from thinking the worst. 

The car ride was silent. It took ten minutes to get to the hospital. But as soon as we pulled up to the front doors of the hospital I was out of the car. 

~End Of Flashback~ 

Thomas's POV.

I watched as Hamilton jumped out of the car, slamming the door behind him in a hurry. I looked over to James to see him in a similar state as me.

Shock. Sadness. And a deep worry. 

Now, we might debate Hamilton. Take things too far here and there. Act as if we hate the smaller man. But's just the thing. We don't.

I think I was the one who fell for him first. When we first met in the hallway in our Jr. year of high school. We knocked into each other and nearly got into a fist fight over it. I loved his passion. His will to fight. His anger.

But we both noticed simple changes in Alexander over time. How he got quieter. More submissive. Flinched when someone yelled or at fast movements. 

I showed him to James and it didn't take long till we were both head over heels for the caribbean man. 

 But I also noticed the weird relationship Alexander and Laurens had. Laurens often mad at Alexander or overly nice. Keeping him away from others. Me and James both noticed. 

"Thomas, what if...I always wanted to date him, but...not this way." James said to me as we parked the car. I took his hand and kissed it. I gave him a gentle smile.

"James. Whatever happens, happens. All we can do is try and be there for him. Alright?" James nodded and we got out of the car. Hurrying in after Hamilton.

Alexander's POV.

I ran down the hallway as fast as I could. Tears in my eyes. 

I didn't stop when doctors or nurses told me to slow down. I didn't stop when I nearly tripped. I only stopped when I saw the room John was in. 1782. 

I took a deep breath before quietly opening the door and peering inside. I looked around the room before my eyes stopped on a white hospital bed. There I saw an awful sight.

A/N

Hey gang, sorry for not updating lately and stuff. I've been doing state testing at my school and relationship and a lot of friendship drama. But I got this was part out. Part one of a five part JamilMads series on here. I might do a couple other stories in between. But please remember, requests are open! Thanks!