when you smile {philip hamilton x reader}

g a l l e d

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trigger warning: slight abuse & yelling. overall: lots of angst

Your Pov

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I slowly closed the door, weary at the fact that George was home. As I crossed the living room, I heard a sharp voice yell my name.

"(Y/n)!" George yelled behind me. I slowly turned around to find George, livid.

"Where the hell have you been?!" He exclaimed. I already flinched back from the sound of his voice rising and my eyes already started to brim with tears. I hesitated before answering, because I had to come up a good excuse. I said the fist thing I thought of.

"I was at Theodosia's before and after the party," I said, sweating nervously. Shit. What if he went over to Theodosia's house earlier only to not find me there? I got even more skittish as he scoffed.

"Then why weren't you there this morning when I went looking for you, huh?! I went all over town searching for you!" He said. I hung my head in slight guilt and closed my eyes, hoping that this was just all a dream, and that when I opened my eyes, everything would just go away.

I opened my eyes; Nope, not a dream.

"I was actually at a friends house. Her family insisted that I stay because we got home so late at night." Technically, that wasn't a lie, but George's expression didn't change. "Do I know this friend?"

"Um no, actually, I just met her a few weeks ago." That also wasn't a lie.

"Oh really, then what's her name?"

"Um.. Catherine," I sad in my most convincing voice. He still searched me with his eyes. Knowing how protective he is over me, I presumed he looked for any indication that I had an encounter with a boy. He started to walk up to me with his eyes narrowed on my arm.

"Then why is there a bruise on your arm?" He questioned. He held my arm, tightly, almost to the point of pain. My presumption was right yet again. I looked at him in disgust and yanked my arm away. I looked at the purple bruise planted on my right arm. I must have gotten it when I either collided with Angie or when I fell down.

I scoffed, "Are you accusing me of have sex with a boy?" I narrowed my eyes at him. He cringed at the word being spoken from my mouth.

"Well did you?" He asked.

"Of course not! Why in the world would you think that? I am merely sixteen and you have the audacity to assume I had sex with a boy just because I have a bruise on my arm!?" We were now yelling at each other, filling up the house with our voices. Tears were still falling down my cheeks as we bickered back and forth.

"I assume that only because you go off to a ball and don't come home that night, and then you don't come home the next day until sunset! And when you do show up, you look disheveled and have a bruise on your arm, and what are the chances of you having more than just one bruise on your body!"

"We went to the park and I fell down while running! I can't believe you would think that I would just let myself go like that. Do you think I'm desperate to experience the life of a married woman? Or do you think I want to become a whore that works in brothels her whole life?!" Again, George cringed form the word coming from my mouth.

"No I don-"

"Then why would you think that I would have sex with someone?!" Tears were streaming down my face harder than ever. I was practically sobbing, yelling into his face.

"Because you're young and-"

"And what? Vulnerable? Helpless? Don't know better? Well I can assure you that I am fully capable of fending for myself, making rational decisions and definitely capable of choosing between right and wrong for my age." My voice began to rise even louder as I continued. "I am not a delicate little flower-"

*smack*

Before I could even process it, my cheek started to burn. I could feel the sting on my cheek as it turned red. I was in shock at that moment, trying to figure out what the hell just happened. My eyes went wide as I slowly pressed my cold hand onto my hot cheek, wincing from the pain. This, was the different side of George: The violent side of George; one that I hadn't seen in a long time. I could feel his cold, but livid gaze staring down on me. I looked at the ground, silently sobbing. That's all I could do. My breath was heavy, low. I decided to be the first one to flee the horrid scene that had just taken place. I ran; I ran up the stairs and into my room, slamming the door behind me and locking it. I threw myself onto the bed and quietly sobbed alone.

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The pillows were stained with tears. The tears that fell from my eyes soothed the cheek upon which George slapped me. My eyes were red and puffy. My breathing had stated to slow down once I heard George leave our estate. I got up form my bed, slowly. I had exerted all my energy into crying to the point of which my head hurt. Before I actually went out of my room, I made my way over to the desk in my room and sat down. I lit the candle an grabbed and piece of parchment paper. Uncapping the pot of ink, I dipped my quill into the onyx ink and started to write.

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a/n: eh sorry for the short chapter but oh my gosh how did this story get over 500 READS?! honestly i love you guys all very very much and I am grateful for all the compliments and support on this story. you guys are the best!! AND, i have a special announcement: i am creating a xreader story with our favorite fighting frenchman and it will be up by tomorrow so stay tuned!...