Finally, after months of working Alex finally made it. He was in America, away from his life back in the caribbean. At least that's what he said 5 years ago, now he was 18 and facing college without a family. He was nervous of course, with all that he'd been through it was impossible not to be. He was finally free of foster homes but, what about the kids at school? His roommate would hate him and hit him just like his foster parents, he always had something coming that was less than pleasant. Because his life has been hell, life in the Caribbean and life in his foster homes. If memory serves him right all 6 of them had went from bad to worse.

First the Millers, they seemed nice when his social worker was there. But behind closed doors he was beat for even uttering a word, and god forbid he asks to eat.

Second were the Alexanders (Since then he has become Alex, not Alexander), it took them a week before they got violent and he was emitted to the hospital and they told CPS that he had "Violent tendencies" and they didn't want him.

Third Mr Ramos, he was single man who needed something. Something Alex didn't want to provide but couldn't stop it from happening, and Ramos told Alex that he wanted it and deserved it. He couldn't deal with touching after he lived through that for 5 months.

Then the Palmers fourth and the Mccoys fifth, who were both almost the same as the Millers except he had so many chores that had to be done or else there were consequences.

Lastly the Morgans, they did everything he had lived through and worse, to the point where he had scars covering his back. After that, he never spoke again, it always seemed to get him in trouble anyway.

Now he was in front of Colombia University, a backpack and book bag had all of his belongings. He went up to the front desk and slid a note with his name, the secretary give him a weird look before speaking "room 207, here's your schedule, and dorm key" she handed him a paper and key and he made his way to the dorms.

He finally found the dorm and heard yelling from inside "Hercules I told you I have a roommate! He's just not here yet!" Alex shrunk into himself he hated yelling, then someone came up to him and started talking "hey are you Lafs new roommate? I'm John Laurens by the way" Alex looked up to see the most gorgeous human in his life, he had freckles covering his face like constellations and hair that looked so soft. Snap out of it he's probably not even gay, Alex scolded himself. "Umm, hello?" Alex just realized then that he had been staring at this John Laurens for too long, he looked at the other man in fear.

Fear of what he would do to him if he spoke, fear of what would happen to this John if he got close to Alex because everyone close to him got hurt. John noticed that this mystery man was panicking "hey hey, you're alright. Just breath, that's it in, out" Alex soon found himself breathing with this man and once he calmed down he looked embarrassed and held out his hand (the only physical contact he could bear). John took his hand and shook it, still awaiting his name but soon realized he wasn't talking. He then heard his friends Lafayette and Hercules yelling "Hercules I do have a roommate! His name is Alexandre Hamilton!" Alex flinched at the sound of his name, "so Alexander's your name?" When John asked him this he shook his head which might have caused some confusion so he wrote his name in his journal {Alex Hamilton}. "Oh okay, you go by Alex instead of Alexander?" a slight nod was the response.

"Okay Alex, if you are Lafs roommate unlock the door" Alex did as he was told a habit built from fear. The door unlocked and John smiled "good so you aren't a liar" Alex seemed shocked that someone would assume that of him, he always did as he was told and didn't even speak. How could he have been a liar? His thoughts were cut short when he realized that someone had been talking to him.

"Bonjour tu doives être Alexandre! Je suis Marie-Joseph Paul Yves Roch Gilbert du Motier Marquis de Lafayette!"

Alex blinked, he knew French but who had a name that long? The Frenchman must have mistaken his confusion as he repeated himself "hi you must be Alexander! I am Marie-Joseph Paul Yves Roch Gilbert du Motier Marquis de Lafayette!" Alex flashed a look to the other guy in the room he was HUGE, and scary. Very very scary, Alex shrunk in on himself. The guy then began to speak "sup dude I'm Hercules Mulligan, but call me Herc" As the tall broad-shouldered guy made his way to shake Alex's hand he hid behind John who was to only one not towering over him "Alex are you alright?" Herc had since stopped moving, Alex only then realized what he had done. He blushed and stayed behind John hidden from the two tall men, Laf was the first one to break the silence "Alexandre" Alex flinched at the name so much that John felt it in his shoulder "Just Alex" John hoped that correcting his friend would help stop the shivering of this tiny man

"D'accord, Alex why are you, how you say? So scared of Hercules?" Hercules looked kind of hurt that Alex was afraid of him but how could he not be! Hercules looks a lot like Mr Palmer, and he didn't want to live through that again. Plus, the biggest difference is that Hercules has so much more muscle a hit from him would hurt, more than everyone except the Morgan's. Alex wanted to speak, to tell them sorry, because he would be such a nuisance to deal with. However he didn't say a thing.

He couldn't, talking meant getting hit, and he didn't want that anymore. So he didn't say a thing, he just stood behind John as if the he was a wall that blocked him from the dangers of the world. "Alex?" The french accent reminded him of his mom, then suddenly he was back in his house.

Limp arms surround him as if trying to protect him, Alex lay there for a few minutes before realizing what had happened. His sickness had subsided, however his mother hadn't been so lucky. His mom was dead. She wasn't coming back ever again, he would never hear her voice. The people he trusted were his brother James and his mother, both had been long gone now.

Alex had only noticed then that he had been crying, everyone in the room was worried. "Alex, are you alright" John wiped his tears but he only started crying more, then he felt arms wrap around him. He started to freak out, he couldn't move and it, it was the first thing that Mr Ramos did before he… before he. Alex's breathing hitched and he felt his lungs burn for air that seemed to get lost on the journey from his mouth to his lungs.

"Alex, ALEX!" John let go of the small man, it only seemed to freak him out more. "Breath Alex, breath. That's right, In out, in and out" Slowly Alex felt himself calming down, and his lungs no longer yearned for air. He looked at the three men in the room, clearly embarrassed, "Alex what was that?" before he could take out his notebook to respond the man had been hit in the head "what the heck Laf?!" "Hercules, ne pose pas cette question! Mon Dieu tabarnac" Hercules only seemed mad at the response "Laf you know I don't understand french!"

Soon enough the two were yelling at each other and Alex started to cry again. His mother and father fought a lot when he was a kid, it was his fault too. Then his father left them, and his mom had been very sad and it was his fault. "GUYS STOP" This time it had been John yelling then he motioned to Alex "You're scaring him" the two others looked at each other and frowned "we're sorry". Sure, they felt bad about making Alex cry, but they also didn't want to incur the wrath of a mad John.

After about 15 minutes of calming down Alex and explaining what Laf said to Herc they sat down on couch. Alex had begun packing away all of his things and finished within 5 minutes, which earned him some looks. "Alex, where is your stuff" Under the pressure of not knowing how to respond he croaked out "that's all I've got". This only gave him shocked expressions, but he doubts its because of what he said. He soon realized that he had spoken, and he ran to the bathroom to protect him from getting hit.

It was all over now.