I walked down the street, clutching the Reynolds Pamphlet in my hands. I looked around, seeing that the street was littered with them and that almost everyone had one.
Alexander Hamilton had chosen to ruin his family and my mother just to save his name.
He had chosen to save his legacy rather than his wife and his children and I don’t know what that says about him as a person but it’s nothing good. I approached the house that I knew to be the Hamilton’s and I knocked, preparing myself for the door to not answer. They must’ve gotten a lot of visitors so it was obvious why they wouldn’t open the door.
Especially not to the daughter of the woman he was having an affair with.
The door swung open and I saw Philip, his eyes red but he smiled.
“Y/N. It’s good to see you.”
“Do you want to talk about it?” I whispered and he nodded. He exited the house, shutting the door quietly and he grabbed my hand and we walked to my home.
Nobody was home and that was probably for the best because I knew Philip would go off on my mother given the chance.
“How are you?” I asked him, knowing that it was a stupid question and he shook his head.
“I’m alright. My mom… she is devestated.”
“It’s okay if you aren’t alright… I know you are probably trying to be okay so you can be there for your mom.”
“I know I just…”
“Talk to me about it. Please.”
“He ruined my life!” Philip yelled angrily at me and I hugged him, knowing that it wasn’t me that he was angry at. It was his dad. He hugged me back as angry sobs racked his body.
“It is by no means okay what he did to you and your family… I mean he destroyed your lives.”
“He told the entire world how he cheated on my mom. He told the entire world how he had sex with this chick- your mother- in our house!”
“I hate him.” He sobbed and he continued crying on my shoulder, holding me tightly. “I mean he claims that he’ll be around for me and then nobody ever sees him because he’s always working.
When he isn’t he’s too busy having an affair to actually sleep in the same bed as my mom and he ends up missing practically all of my childhood over a stupid plan!” He screamed.
“How is your little sister taking it?”
“Angelica doesn’t understand how badly he screwed up but she understands that he did something bad. Speaking of which, Angelica- my mom’s sister is here as well.”
“All the way from London?”
“And he was selfish enough to think that she came here for him.”
“Guessing she didn’t take that so well.”
“Not at all. I should be getting back. My mom might need me.” He said and he pulled away from the hug and wiped his face.
“I understand. Please don’t do anything stupid.”
“I never do anything stupid.” He laughed although it sound empty. I stood up and walked him to the door, watching him depart down the street, watching his head turn at every single pamphlet that was littered.
Every single pamphlet that was published by Alexander Hamilton but for some reason still had my last name smeared across it.
3 years later.
“Philip what are you doing?” I cried, tears running down my face. He looked at me and sighed.
“Eacker talks about my father like that- I cannot let that slide.” He said stone faced.
“Don’t you dare do a thing. History will prove him wrong.” I begged him.
“They rake his name- my name through the mud. Strong words from George and someone should hold him to it.”
“He is not a maiden in need of defending! He is a grown man and if he has a problem with Eacker he can duel him himself.”
“You don’t even get it!”
“Get it? Your father destroyed my families name when he published that stupid pamphlet so I think that qualifies me to know what your name being dragged through the mud feels like.” I yelled back at him, hurt.
“Your mother is a seductress-”
“My dad called my mom a whore- your dad was the
one who decided to stay. He could’ve stopped at any time but he didn’t.”
“But he’s my family! And I can’t just let people talk shit about him!”
“If you try to fight everyone who has ever said something about your dad then you never stop fighting, where do you draw the line?”
“I should be going. The duel starts soon.” He said coldly.
“Don’t do this.”
“Do what? If I die you’re not gonna care.”
“Don’t you dare assume how I feel about you. I thought it was quite obvious my entire life how I felt but I suppose if you even thought for a second that I wasn’t gonna care than I was wrong.”
“How do you feel about me then?” He asked.
“You make me feel…”
Helpless. He was bleeding out and the wound was infected. I felt like I was intruding on his family and that I didn’t have any right to be here. And maybe I didn’t. I started sobbing and he grabbed my hand weakly.
“Y/N… I don’t have a dollar to my name, an acre a land, a troop to command or a dollop of fame… all I have is my honor… a tolerance for pain, a couple of college credits and my top notch brain… And I swear… the rest of my life I’ll never make you feel so…”
“Helpless. You make me feel helpless.” I told him, finding that the word fit.