I was walking home from school with my friend Angie when we heard yelling.  Always looking for trouble, we went over to see what was happening.  There were three men standing next to each other, waving booklets in the air.  

"The Reynolds Pamphlet!"  They yelled, "have you read this?"  Angie and I looked at each other confused, why would someone make a pamphlet about my family?  Did Dad finally get arrested?

Angie walked over to one of the men.  "Excuse me," she said, tapping one of their shoulders, "can I please have one?"

The man handed one to her.  "Why do you want one?" He asked.

"My friend's name is mentioned in it."

"Who's your friend?"  He asked.

"Susan Reynolds," I said, stepping up to him.

He looked at me, "did you know that your mother did this?" He asked.

"What did my mother do?"  I asked, curious.

"She had an affair!"  He yelled.

"With who?" Asked Angie.

"What's your name?" He asked her.

"Angie," she said, "what's yours?"

"Thomas Jefferson," the man said.

Angie made a disgusted face.  "My father told me about you," she said, "about how you're a terrible person!"

"Who's your father?"  Asked Mr. Jefferson.

"Alexander Hamilton," Angie said, walking away.  "Come on Susan, he doesn't know anything."

After we walked a little closer to Angie's house we sat down on the bench.  "Now," Angie said, "this is probably all lies but let's read it anyway for fun."

We opened to the first page, it read: The charge against me is a connection with one James Reynolds, for purposes of improper speculation. My real crime is an amorous connection with his wife for a considerable time, with his knowing consent.  I had frequent meeting with her, most of them at my own house.

We stopped reading there.  "Did you know about this?"  Angie asked.

I shook my head no.  "Who wrote it?" I asked.

Angie flipped the booklet open to the cover, "Alexander Ham- my dad."

We looked at each other in fear, "I have to go," I said.

"I know this isn't your fault," she said, "and I hope you know it's not mine either."

"Yeah, of course," I said, "see you at school tomorrow?" She asked.

"Hopefully," I said and ran off.

I opened the door to my house, "Mom?" I called out.  Not hearing anything, I wandered farther into the house.  "Mom?"  I heard muffled cries from the kitchen.

I ran to the kitchen and saw Dad beating up Mom on the floor.  I ran in front of her.  "What are you doing?" I yelled.

"Your whore mother messed up," he said.  He then directed his attention to Mom.  "And you know what happens when you mess up."

"No please," Mom cried.  What was she talking about?

I turned to Dad, "please don't hit her again," I pleaded.

"I won't," he told me, "come with me, Susan."

Obediently, I followed him, not wanting to get hit.  Once we were far enough away so Mom couldn't hear, he hit me.  "I won't hurt your mother when she messes up," he said, "I'll hurt you."

A/N

I know, I'm a terrible person.  Blame @Amren_The_Bat she wanted me to write a whole book on it.  It was just a very depressing one shot before.

HAVE A NICE DAY!!!

~Frances