Warnings: Bullying, Blood, Self-Hate, Being Beaten, Transphobia, Misgendering,
Inspired by: @bunny-yams Hamilton Highschool AU
Alex waited for Lafayette to be done changing from his cheer uniform. He had to say goodbye before running off to his quick after school choir practice. That and the fact that John and Thomas should be coming by soon to get ready for their football practice.
“Alex!” Lafayette called, walking out of the change room. Alex came over, giving him a quick hug.
“Good job today, but you stink,” Alex scrunched his nose, playfully hitting Lafayette’s arm. “Go home and shower,” he added.
“I’m hurt,” Lafayette joked, his accent thick (thicc). “Do you want me to walk you to choir?” He asked, tightening his ponytail a bit.
“I think I know the way,” Alex laughed, turning away from the much taller man. “See you tomorrow!” He waved, leaving the changing room area. He would have waited for his boyfriends but he didn’t want to be late for the meeting. They were planning what songs to do at the up coming competition and Alexander wanted to be there.
He took a left from the gym, walking down a beige tiled hall with orange and blue lockers lining the walls. He always hated the horrible, inconsistent pattern of the colours, and just how bad they were. He took a right at the end of the hall, stopping when he heard a voice.
“Well well well, if it isn’t our favourite little girl,” A voice rang out in the quiet hall. Alex turned to see James Reynolds along with some other most likely sophomores. He took a step back, almost tripping, but trying to hide it.
“What the fuck do you want Reynolds?” He spoke, trying to hide his fear. He’s been beat up many times, and while he didn’t like to back down, the beatings hurt.
“Oh, that’s no way to talk, don’t I spend so much time with you? And I haven’t gotten to much recently because of some people, ” James answered, poison seeping into his words.
“Just leave me alone, I have somewhere to be,” Alex spoke, quickly turning in hopes of getting away. He was near the gym, so if he could get past them he could go back to see if Lafayette was still there. But there were four of them, and only one him.
“Not so fast, I haven’t had fun yet,” James hissed, grabbing Alex’s shoulder and pushing him into the lockers. He punched Alex roughly in his stomach, making Alexander hunch over in pain.
One of the other guys pushed Alex over while another stepped on his arm, making Alex let out a sound of pain. He’s learned to hide it over the many beatings, cries it only encouraged them more.
“I’d kick you in the nuts, but you don’t have any because you’re just a girl, and that’s all you’ll ever be,” James spat. He leaned down, picking Alex up by the top of his shirt and glaring as his jacket.
“To think someone would ever actually love you? They’re just using you, because why not. You’re just a whore’s son, and a whore yourself,” He said in Alex’s face. Alex tried to hold back the tears but it hurt, both physically and emotionally.
“Aw look, the little girl is crying,” James mocked, making the others laugh as he threw Alex to the ground. Alex gasped for air, having the wind knocked out of him. He attempted to get away, kicking towards the guys while holding his injured arm to his chest.
One of the guys grabbed Alex’s hair, pulling him back as he cried out in pain. Tears were falling down his face as he threw his limbs around in an attempt to escape.
“So pathetic,” One of the guys said as they took turns kicking him.
“J-j-John, Th-o-mas!” Alex cried, curling himself up into a ball as the continued to beat him.
“You really think that’ll scare us, it’s after school,” James laughed as he pulled Alex by his hair once more so he was looking at him. Alexander had tears down his face as James stared at him with a smirk. “No one is here for you, you’ll always be alone,” He spat out, pushing Alex’s head back into the lockers. Alex let out a cry, biting his tongue harshly as his mouth bled. Upon impact with the corner of the metal locker Alex’s head gashed open, some blood seeping through and trickling down his forehead.
James stopped while the other guys kept beating on Alex, hearing heavy footsteps from down the hall. He didn’t want to beat the scene if someone was coming, so they couldn’t link him to the attack, so he turned and quickly left. He disappeared down the hall, most likely leaving the school.
John was the first to turn the corner, rage filling him as he saw Alex curled up into himself being beaten on by three men in his and Thomas’ year.
He didn’t even wait for anything, jumping on one of the and punching him in the face as hard as he could. Thomas ran around the corner, grabbing another one of the guys and beating on him. He quickly let go of him though as he saw the third guy trying to run away. He ran after him down the halls as John pushed the other guy to the ground.
He carefully walked over to Alex, not touching him yet because he didn’t know how hurt he was or if Alex even knew he was there.
“Alex, open your eyes, please. It’s me, John,” He spoke softly. Alex slowly opened his eyes, tears falling out of them. He rarely got beaten even close to how bad this one was, often it was a couple or small to medium beatings in a few days.
“Hey, you’re safe now, okay,” John whispered, gently wiping away Alex’s tears. He expected Thomas would get some adult to deal with this, it’s the only way to truly stop the beatings. “Can you stand?” He asked Alex, kneeling beside him.
Alex shook his head, wincing as he moved slightly. “Let’s clean you up okay?” John said. He carefully went to pick Alex up, stopping even time Alex’s breath jumped or he made any noise. Alex was always trying to play down any beating and stay quiet and he never really spoke about how much pain he was in.
John carried Alex to the nearest bathroom, bringing him into the boys even though the school doesn’t really want Alex in there. Thomas and John never cared though, always telling him to go in. He’s a boy, so he should be in the boy’s bathroom.
John placed Alex on the sink counter, turning on the tap beside him. Alex had yet to talk, looking at the ground as more tears fell. John wanted to hug him but didn’t want to hurt him more.
He got some paper towel from the dispenser and placed it under the now warm water. He first went to the cut on Alex’s forehead, dabbing it gently as Alex let out a slight hiss. John wiped up the slowly drying blood and went on to the cut on Alexander’s lip which wasn’t as bad.
He noticed that Alex was holding his right arm close to his chest. “Can you take your jacket off?” He asked quietly. He new Alex didn’t even like to take it off when he wasn’t hurt and he hated showing his marks from the beatings. Alex didn’t want to a first but gave in because he didn’t have the energy to fight. He painfully slipped it off, revealing the old bruises on his arms. His wrist was already quite swelled and red. John, having taken first aid, looked at it carefully.
“I think it’s sprained, we should probably get some ice soon,” He spoke. He looked at Alex’s other arm, seeing some more red marks where bruises will probably form with a pain in his heart. He wanted to do so much more to those guys then what he had done.
John put his hand at the bottom of Alex’s shirt to ask for permission to look at his stomach. From all of Alex’s wincing from every movement of his stomach, it was obvious it was harmed. He lifted up Alex’s shirt slightly to see the marks left behind from the punches and kicks. John wanted to cry when he saw that, and he knew they were going to look worse and they formed into bruises.
John placed a loving kiss on Alex’s lips, holding in the tears. He pulled back, staring at Alex with sadness and love. He loved him so much. John gently ran his fingers through Alex’s soft hair, pulling back when Alex winced again.
“How about we go find Thomas and get some ice?” He spoke, handing Alex back his jacket. Alex didn’t move from his spot, staring blankly at the wall.
“H-he’s going t-t-to know,” Alex stuttered out.
“Who is going to know what?” John asked, confused if what Alex was attempting to say.
“I tr-tried hard-d to h-h-hide it, b-but now G-G-G-George will know-w,” He mumbled, balling his left hand into a fist.
“Hey, if he knows he can help, right?” John said, placing his hands on Alex’s legs softly. “He can help stop it,”
“He’ll-ll s-s-see me as weak-k,” Alex mumbled, not looking at John.
“Hey,” John lifted Alex’s head up slightly, “You’re anything but weak, from everything that has been thrown at you and you can still manage to smile,” John smiled sadly, kissing Alex softly once again. “Now do you want you jacket?” He said in a more up beat tone, helping Alex put his jacket on once again.
John piggy backed Alexander back to where he first found him, where Thomas was with a teacher and a janitor who was cleaning the ground of the blood that was dripped on it.
Thomas walked over, kissing both John and Alex quickly on the cheek. The teacher came walking over behind him, “I can see from the cut that something happened, but can you confirm that you were beat by the three sophomores Thomas has said?” She asked Alex who was slightly hiding into John'a neck.
He stayed silent for a moment before talking, “There was four,” He mumbled.
“Four?” Thomas and John asked, both looking confused.
Alex nodded a bit before speaking again, “James, James Reynolds was there, he’s the one that pushed me into the locker to cut my head,” He stated, looking up from John’s neck.
“But Thomas didn’t say he saw him,” The teacher spoke.
“He ran when he heard John and Thomas running down the halls,” Alex answered, not liking all the attention he was getting. It was the wrong kind of attention, not the good kind.
“We’ll question James and the other boys, but since there is no witness here for James he might not get in trouble,” The teacher admitted.
Alex bit his already injured lip, not caring about the pain. He just sadly nodded and leaned his head against John, making sure to not hit his cut. “Let’s get you some ice,” John spoke before starting to walk down the halls with Thomas behind him, leaving the teacher with the janitor.
“I’ll call Mr. Washington for a ride,” Thomas spoke, and John could feel Alex tense but said nothing. The trio walked to the office and go a bag of ice from the secretary. Alex held it on his wrist as they waited for George to arrive to drive the three of them home. Thomas texted home to say the he and John didn’t need a ride home from football before turning his full attention to Alex.
He sat between the two guys, leaning on Thomas because he was in the side that didn’t have a giant gash on his forehead. He was sleepy but the constant pain and the freezing ice kept him awake.
When George pulled up, Thomas picked Alex up bridal style and carried him to the car. They could see the confusion and worry in George’s eyes but didn’t say anything at first. Thomas got in the back with Alex as John sat up front. Alex was placed in the middle so he could lean on Thomas for the ride home.
George gave John a concerned look a John let out a sigh, “He got beaten up badly by some dicks, excuse my language, but nothing is broken on needing stitches,” He got the main questions out of the way. George was still vary worried and lost but he just drove the trio to his house.
When they arrived Thomas went to carry Alex into the house but George took him from him. Alex didn’t do anything because he just hurt and somewhat wanted to die at that moment.
George took Alex up to his room, telling John to grab the first aid kit and for Thomas to grab some more ice. They did as they were told, bring the items to George in Alex’s room. They sat on the end of the bed as George took care of Alex, bandaging up his forehead cut and wrapping ace bandages around his wrist. He gave Alex some pain medicine and the younger boy slowly drifted off to sleep.
“How long has this been happening?” He asked the two boys who were still him the room.
“We’ve know for a little bit, but he said they were never that bad and we were protecting him during school. We didn’t think they’d come after school. We’re so sorry,” Thomas mumbled and John agreed. They were both nervous of what George would do but also guilty, knowing that they should have spoken up sooner and that they should have protected Alex better.
George sighed, placing his hand gently on Alex’s shoulder, “He probably told you not to tell didn’t he,” He said sadly, “Thank you for protecting him though.” He added, which only confused John and Thomas. They thought he was going to snap. George stood up, grabbing the first aid kit and walking towards the door, “if anything else like this happens though, let me know.” He ended strongly, leaving the room without another word.
Alex partially woke up from the sound of the door closing, “Tommy? John?” He mumbled, looking around with semi opened eyes.
“Yes, love?” Thomas asked as the two boys turned their attention to Alex.
“Cuddle me,” The younger boy mumbled, reaching out towards his boyfriends. They both laughed softly, knowing he was out of it because of the pain killers. They both crawled over to him on either side, holding him close.
The three of them fell asleep in each other’s arms, finally feeling safe and at home.