Alec Pov
Oh my god.
Oh my fucking god.

My head is in such severe pain I think I'm gonna die.

I opened my eyes and felt extremely dizzy and nauseous.

"Oh my god.." I muttered, bringing my head to my hand.

Wait.
No.
My hand to my head.
I can't think.

"Do you remember anything you did last night?" George asked, closing the door behind him.

"S-sir-" I choked.

He gave me a wet towel and a water bottle. I put the towel on my head and close my eyes.

"My head hurts.." I groaned.

"Yeah that's the side effect of drinking and weed, Alec."

Wait.
Shit.

"I'm sorry." I whispered.

"I know you are, but you cant do that kind of thing Alec! Some people get addicted to doing things like that and I don't want you to be one of those people. Laf tried to explain as much as he could before Martha decided that he should go to sleep." He told me.

"A-are you going to beat me?
I'm sorry. I'm so so sorry." I said, my eyes closing tighter.

George sighed and sat at the foot of my bed.

"No Alec, Im not going to beat you." He told me.

"Why not?" I asked.
"Because it wouldn't teach you anything." He said.

"What?
Yes, it does.
Were you never beaten? Because it definitely teaches you." I told him.

"It might, but that's not the way I want to raise you Alec. It would only worsen your mental health and lead you to an emotional and possibly psychical breakdown and I don't want that to happen." He said.

I opened my eyes and my room was still spinning. I closed them quickly again.

"My head really hurts." I muttered.

"Just try to sleep most of today and we will talk more later. I think Martha may come in, in a few minutes."

I just wanted to be normal.
After George left, I drank some of the water and tried to fall asleep to ignore my giant ass head ache.

Then my door practically burst open and Martha exclaimed,
"Weed?! You did weed?! Alec what is wrong with you?!"

Too many things.
Too many things are wrong with me.

"Alexander Hamilton,"

Full name.
Ouch.

"I can't believe you have done such a thing! Weed?! Alcohol?! You're not even seventeen!" She shouted.

"C-could you stop yelling? My head hurts." I muttered.

"Alexander, you know better than this and I'm extremely disappointed in you." She told me.

"I-I'm sorry." I said softly.

PIf I ever hear you did something like this again,-"

"You're going to beat me. I-I get it. I'm sorry." I finished.

"No, Alec I'm never going to beat you. Just promise me you'll never do something like this ever again." She said.

"A-Alright. I'm sorry ma'am. I promise." She sighed and walked out my room.

Is it bad that I don't regret it?
They should've beaten me.
I deserve it.