a/n: yeah I think this is going to be a bit of angst? i dunno, and thanks for your comments! I love reading them, I hope you guys keep commenting!

-Alexander

"I....can't sleep.." I whispered and rolled on my bed, trying to get a good position to sleep on.

Three nights in a row and I still couldn't sleep, I don't know why but I know it involves me firing all those people to make the kid suffer, but by the looks of it, it seems to be me who is suffering.

Everytime I remember the kid's tears, he could feel his. But why should I care? I hated the brat, I hate him with all my heart. But yet, here I am, suffering.

I closed my eyes and the image of the kid crying appeared again, I jolted upwards, running a hand through my hair frustratingly "Arghh why can't I get that damn brat out of my mind?!"

I buried my face in my hands, I'm tired,  I'm so tired, yet sleep wouldn't come "What am I supposed to do now?"

"ALEXANDER WASHINGTOOON!" A familiar voice screamed as the door bursted open "It's Hamilton now, not Washington." I mumble, looking at her tiredly, she looked worried "Alexander, are you okay? You look like  you got hit by a truck?" She shook her head and pretend to glare at me "No, that doesn't matter- Alexander, tell me, tell me it's not true?"

"What is?" I say, trying to give her a evil look under my baggy eyes "Tell me you didn't fire those 47 people for no reason at all?"

"It's true, and I had a reason- to make the brat suffer...and by the looks of it, it seems to be me who is suffering..." I whispered the last part so she couldn't hear, she looked at me, heartbroken.

"47 people Alex, 47 innocent people fired for doing nothing... I know you were cruel but I know your not heartless..." Her voice broke "What happened to my Alexander? What did I do wrong? WAS I JUST RAISING A MONSTER?!" She sobbed, breaking down as tears fell from her eyes.

Tears.

Why? why does my foster mother's tears don't affect me at all and yet the tears of a brat I barely knew kept me all night.

She stormed out, leaving me confused and tired, I laid down and whispered softly "What...What...What is kid d-doing to me...?"

I closed my eyes, but opened them again at the sound of the door opening, and in came the person I least wanted to see right now, the same person who was invading my mind, the same person who was the reason I was such a mess but has no clue why.

"Here's your schedule for today, i'll leave it here." The brat says as he placed the piece of paper at the nightstand.

I studied him, his eyes were puffy red and huge bags were under his eyes, he had been crying, Again.

I felt a twinge of pain on my chest "Do I really need to work for you during weekdays too? there's a limit to what I can take.." He mumbled, loud enough for me to hear "I don't care." I say, he finally looked at me, And for a minute there something flashed on his eyes, but was quickly replaced with an icy look "You look terrible."

"I haven't gotten enough sleep." Thanks to you, I thought

"No surprise there, he said and started walking away  "Hey, need a ride to school?" I suddenly ask.

he looked at me coldly "I don't need anything from you." He said and left. Banging the door behind him to indicate his anger.

I relaxed once again and laid down tiredly, I closed my eyes and was about to doze off when the image of the Brat in tears appeared, I sat upwards, panting "H-how could this happen? Why do I feel this w-way...?"

-John

"Herc, He's just so inconsiderate! He fired 47 innocent people Herc! 47 people who probably have families they need to provide money with!" I complained to the man besides me, Herc sighed "Well, complaining won't get you anywhere, Jack-" He started "What can we do? we're just kids! As much as I want to help those poor people, What can we do?"

I sighed "I don't know Herc..." I looked up the sky "I don't know..."

-after school bcz im lazy af

"Well, i'm gonna head off to work--and don't worry, I told Martha that you can't attend for a month and she took it pretty well, says you take care about your problem, see you later John." Herc says as he walked the other way, I waved goodbye to him and started walking home.

Home.

-

I made a dash towards my room after I made it, I flopped down to my bed and sighed. What now?

I glanced at the desk, and saw a pile of papers on it. I widened my eyes, I forgot to finish signing the rest!

I quickly say down on my desk and started signing the 100 others, it took me about 2 hours and by the time I finished it was already 6:00 pm

I grabbed them all and started walking to Hamilton's room.

-

"Yo Hamilton, here are the papers you asked me to sign." He raised a brow "It took you 3 nights to sign them all? I thought I told you to finish them all in a single night?"

"Well sorry for being human." I glared at him, then suddenly, I was pinned to the wall "W-what the h-hell Hamilton?!"

Our faces were inches apart, he looked at me, a frustrated look on his face, he bit his lip before looking down at me "Why? Why do you have such an effect on me you brat? What did you do to make me feel this way?"

I stared at him, shocked and confused at the same time, I try to glare at him "W-well that's your problem!" I try to get out of his grip "L-let me go!"

His grip only tightened "This is so unfair, your supposed to be the one suffering, why am I suffering?"

I kick him where the sun doesn't shine, he groaned in pain and I finally got out of his grip and ran away, I ran towards the living room where Martha and Washington stood with Theodosia and Hamilton's Godparents, Martha saw me and looked at me with a worried expression "John dear, are you okay?"

"I'm--"

"HOW DARE YOU KICK MY DICK TOU BRAT!"

I froze and turned around to see a fuming Hamilton "IT'S NOT MY FAULT! YOU PINNED ME DOWN! I HAD TO GET AWAY SOMEHOW YOU ASSHOLE!" I scream back at him "WELL IF YOU WEREN'T SUCH A CRYBABY THIS WOULD'NT HAVE HAPPENED IN THE FIRST PLACE!"

"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?!" I ask, screaming of course "OH Don't act like you don't know! After you cried when I fired those people I couldn't close my eyes without seeing you in fucking tears!" I stared at him, shocked-- Did he actually feel guilty? "Well! that's not my problem! That's your conscience telling you to be more considerate!"

"IT IS YOUR PROBLEM YOU ASSHAT!" He screamed "WELL MAYBE YOU SHOULD CARE MORE YOU BASTARD!"

"FUCK YOU FOR BEING SUCH A GODDAMN PROBLEM!"

"WELL I'M SORRY FOR BEING SUCH A PROBLEM TO YOU!"

By now everyone in the mansion was watching, even the orphans. Hamilton panted, his fist clenched, his eyes wide from anger "Y-your right... You are my problem." He says, breaking the silence.

"That's why, like any other problem, I have to take care of it." He whispered, loud enough for everyone to hear.

"What are you pl--"

"Leave this mansion right now and never come back."

-Alexander

As soon as the words came out of my mouth, the whole mansion was chaos.

"Alexander! That's too much!" Martha screamed.

"Son don't do this please..." George begged.

"Mr. H-hamilton! please don't do t-this!" Theodosia, the babysitter pleaded and dropped to her knees.

"Mr. Hamilton! Jac-John won't bother you anymore from now on just please don't do this!" The orphan boy, Hercules I think- Said

"Alexander Hamilton, You are about to invent a new kind of stupid." Angelica glared

"You're gonna regret this kid." King gritted his teeth.

Series of voices followed flooded the room, trying to convince me to take back my words, but my mind was already made up. The boy will leave, I don't care if he doesn't have a place to go to, he's crossed the line, he will face the conse-Huh?

Oh shit.

-3rd person's point of view

Hamilton stood still on his spot, same with the rest of the people in the room. everyone watched still as Hamilton trembled at the sight.

The sight of tears falling down John's cheeks.

Only the sound of sobbing could be heard, John wiped his furious tears away, glaring at the man infront of him

"Fine..I-i'll leave.." He whispers breathlessly, as he turned his heel and walked towards the door.

"I'll l-leave..."