"GET IN THE MOTHER F*CKING CLOSET, LAURENS!" I yelled as I pushed John, Samuel, and Charles in my closet.
"NOT AGAIN!!" He yelled as I gave one more push and locked the closet.
"There's food in there, you can get oxygen from the hole in the back, you guys will be fine!" I comforted as I pat the wooden closet.
"Memories..." Samuel sighed as I heard a thud. "DON'T THINK ABOUT PUNCHING MY HUSBAND!" Charles shrieked as I heard John scoff. "He had it coming, pun intended," John scoffed as I heard a few other thuds. "Guys stop in the name of God!" Samuel ordered as I heard shuffling. "I'll f*cking shove God in your a$$," John barked as I heard a few more thuds.
I went to the windows and locked them tightly. I grabbed the keys and put them in a pouch I kept in my back pocket for easy access later on.
I left the room and locked the door to be sure that they couldn't escape. "I put the gays away!" I stated as everyone looked up. "...you sure you got everyone?" Everyone asked.
"...I COULD ONLY FIT 3!" I yelled back. "Okay," I continued as I pointed at Hercules, Lafayette, Alexander, and Washington. "You three, attic. Go in the corner and stay," I told them as they nodded. "James, Aaron, take Thomas and go to the bathroom on the main floor of the building," I told them. Aaron and James grabbed Thomas' arm and put them around their neck and went outside.
"Okay!" I stated with a smile. "Okay..." I repeated with a sigh and went to tidy everything up. Everyone was silent and I could hear a pin drop from the other side of the room. I heard knocking on my door. I whipped my head towards the door and sighed. I walked over there and opened it. "Hey!" I smiled as I saw Daveed. "Yo," he greeted as I let him come inside. I closed the door as he looked around. "So where's the guy? Or did you quickly tell him to leave?" He asked with narrowed eyes. "There is no guy," I sighed as he sarcastically agreed.
"How would you even come up with something like that?" He asked as he stood in front of my bedroom door. He pulled the handle down but couldn't open the door. "Why is this locked?" He asked as I frowned. "You didn't answer my question," I interrupted as he side-eyed me. "You didn't answer mine," He hissed back. "This is my house," I pointed out with gritted teeth.
"B*tch, don't you have a girlfriend to worry about or something like that?" I asked with half a smirk. "No, I don't," He stated as my eyes widened. "Shoot! Sorry dude," I apologized as he shrugged. "Can I enter the room now?" He asked as I shook my head. "No," I stated.
"I know that you're hiding something," He hissed as I gritted my teeth. "Get out," I quietly stated.
"F*CK YOU, LAFAYETTE!"
Daveed turned his head to the side and finally made his eyes come in contact with the attic door. "Or you're trying to distract me," He mumbled and began to turn around towards the attic.
"Daveed!" I called as I blocked his passage. He frowned. "Y/N, what are you hiding?" He asked as he narrowed his eyes. I sharply inhaled and put both of my hands on his chest and started to push. "OUT!" I yelled as he began to push on my shoulders. I used my side and pushed him until he hit the front door. "Out, out, out, out," I repeated as I opened the door and gave him a kick in the stomach, making him stumble over in pain. I then pushed him by the shoulders and he tumbled out of my apartment.
I shut the door and pushed my back against it. My eyes quickly scanned for the key as I looked around my little living room. "Y/N! Stop acting so childish and open the door!" He yelled as he banged on the door.
"Y/N!" Lafayette called once again as I speed walked to my room. "Y/N!" He shouted even louder as I heard loud foot stomps coming towards me. I ran. I ran to my room and locked the room. Then I heard knocking.
Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang.
MY BIG MISTAKE WAS TAKING THAT BREAK.
I winced as I let all my weight fall onto the door. My hands which were pressed against the door, fell to my side as I wall-sat against the door. I held my head in my hands as I grunted. A heavy headache washed over me like a wave and kept coming like a heavy storm. I finally dropped to the ground because my shuddering and weak knees couldn't keep me stable. I began to hyperventilate and bite my cheeks to relieve the pain I felt.
I couldn't stand it. With one swift move, I threw my head backward and hit it against the door to stop the pain or at least distract me from it. My vision became blurry as I opened my eyes to look at the ceiling. Why was I having a panic attack? I never have a panic attack...
Suddenly I saw an arm reach for the door and putting their hand on it to keep Daveed out. Then another hand reached and put the house key in the lock and twisted it. I let my head fall back in place and looked at the blurry figure. He put my arm around his shoulder and picked me up from the ground. He then walked to the couch and set me down.
I pushed my eyes shut tight and reopened them in the hope that I could identify who it was. It instead made my vision darker and blurrier. I felt a hand on my head as the banging became louder making me want to cry for no apparent reason. The hand was removed.
I suddenly felt a cold sensation on my head as I began to breathe in deeper and slower.
"Just sleep," The voice begged as I slowly began to blink and slowly drifted in a sleepy daze. Another minute passed and I was out cold.
Pun intended.
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Hamilton X Reader: Back to our 17s (SEQUEL)
Fanfiction"It's me!" "Excuse me, who?" This is a sequel to back to their 70s.
