"Hey A," Sasha sat next to me, backstage at the show on Friday night, "so, you ready to tell anyone how you sprained your wrist?" She asked. I hadn't told anyone, I was really embarrassed, I mean, for obvious reasons.

"Okay, but Sasha, it's only because you're my favorite." I smiled, and she smiled as well, "Lin was teaching me how to drive, and I was really getting the hang of it, until there was a cat in the road, and I swerved off of the road, and accidentally like, floored it, then Lin leaned in front of me and turned us so we'd crash into a tree."

"You crashed your dads car?" She asked, laughing a little.

"I know, I feel awful." I sighed.

"Don't feel awful, it was an accident, I'm sure your dad understands." She smiled at me a little, "crap, I'm on," she quickly stood up and went over to the stage, for her cue.

I pulled my phone out and disappeared into the world of Internet people wanting to know how I sprained my wrist. I ended up stumbling upon an article, on one of those 'let's invade your privacy' websites.

Thursday morning, creator and star of Hamilton, Lin-Manuel Miranda, was seen driving out of NYC with his sixteen year old daughter, for no defined reason.

Later that day, the pair was seen entering the theater, and Abigail, Miranda's daughter, was seen wearing a brace on her wrist, implying she either broke or sprained her wrist.

Here's where the story gets interesting, fans of Hamilton who surrounded the stage doors, while the pair was entering and exiting, say Miranda had a remarkably strong grip on the girl, pulling her into the theater behind him. Some fans described his actions as almost abusive.

"I mean, I know he would never intentionally hurt her, but, I saw them and she seemed scared, and he was gripping her good wrist, harshly. She just seemed so scared." Says an fan who insisted on anonymity. "And it wasn't just the wrist, she had some minor bruises and a small cut on her forehead, she looked beat up."

According the the fan, Abigail seemed legitimately afraid of her adoptive father as they entered the building, and it brings us back around to her leaving the city, and coming back injured. It only begs the question,  did her father break her wrist?

That's where I stopped reading. I should probably just openly say I wrecked our car.

@Abi_Miranda - for everyone who wants to know, I sprained my wrist after crashing my fathers car into a tree.

@Abi_Miranda - it was an accident, he was teaching me to drive, and apparently, I shouldn't be allowed to do that.

@Abi_Miranda - No, Lin isn't hitting me, nor is he abusive in any form, I sprained my wrist, he was trying to protect me from that injury.

After doing that, I retreated into my dads dressing room where I proceeded to curl up on the bed, under a blanket I kept there, and then I quickly fell asleep.

Lin's POV

As the show ended, I made my way into my dressing room. I heard light, soft snoring, and smiled, my daughter was sound asleep, curled in a ball.

I looked at her happily, she smiled peacefully in her sleep. I grabbed my street clothes and changed on Rory's side of the room, just in case she woke up.

"Kiddo?" I gently shook her, after I had changed, "wake up."

"Good morning." She yawned, sitting up.

"Morning, hun, it's time to go." I took her good hand and pulled her out of bed.

"Do we have to stage door?" She asked, obviously not wanting to.

"Nope." I shrugged, "you're tired, I'm tired, let's just go home, we'll sneak out the back." I wrapped my arms around her, and she yawned, resting her head on my shoulder, "okay Peanut, let's go." I took her good hand and the two of us snuck out the back.

We got to the rental car I was using, and the two of us got in, and I started to drive away. We hadn't even been on the road for a minute, when someone noticed that I was driving, and started yelling and chasing us.

"Oh gosh." I said, afraid, I started to speed up as much as I could

"Dad?" I heard Abigail say weakly, and I looked over at her, she pointed out the window where the couple people were running alongside the car, yelling at me to pull over. I saw my daughter start to shake a little, and I realized what was going on, she was having a flashback.

"Okay, darling, look at me, focus on me sweetheart." I instructed nervously, trying to watch her and drive.

"I'm trying." She whimpered, and my heart broke a little. I saw her pull her legs onto the seat, and hug them to her chest. She gently leaned her head on the window, letting the flashback overtake her.

I frowned a little, watching her shake in her seat, and then got really angry. Those people were still chasing our car. After a couple minutes, I lost the two people, finally. Sadly, my daughter was still shaking, and crying in the front seat.

I pulled into the parking lot, then rushed around to her side of the car. I carefully opened the car door, making sure she didn't fall, as she was leaned up against the car door.

"Okay Mija," I said, gently unbuckling her. "Let's go inside." I said, pulling her out.

"I'm sorry." She whispered.

"Shh," I whispered, picking her up, "let's go inside, I'll make cocoa, we can calm down." I walked her upstairs, she was crying into my shoulder.

"Hi." I heard my wife's voice, as I stepped inside our apartment.

"Hi honey." I said, leaning over to kiss her cheek, she was working at the table, her books and computer spread out.

"Lin? What happened?" She asked, referring to Abigail in my arms.

"One second, it's a whole story." I set our child down on the couch, and grabbed her comforter from her bed, and pulled it over her. "Okay, so," I looked towards my wife, "there were these people who chased the car for several blocks yelling at us to pull over. I guess, I didn't stage door, so that's probably why, but, Abigail had a flashback, or a panic attack, and I'm really pissed, and slightly terrified." I admitted.

"Oh, Lin, I'm so sorry, and sweetie, I'm sorry." She gently leaned over and pressed a light kiss to Abigail's forehead. "I'll make hot cocoa." She offered and hopped up from the couch.

"Come here little one." I pulled her over to me, holding her tightly. I angrily tweeted about the people chasing us, and then looked at my daughter. She was snuggled into me, light tears rushing down her cheeks, they scared my child to the point I have to wrap her in a blanket and hold her, trying to get her to stop crying. "Do you wanna talk about it?" I asked, rubbing her arm.

"No." She gave a gentle whimper, then pulled her blankets around her a little more.

"Okay littlest one." I gave her a reassuring smile, then returned to my anger tweeting.

@Lin_Manuel - I drive home from work with my daughter. She's scared out of her wits because people chased our car screaming tonight.

@Lin_Manuel - I love you guys, if you see me I will always return a smile and a wave, but if I'm with my family they're my first priority.

@Lin_Manuel - sorry for getting angry. Now, I get to calm my child down with cocoa and Harry Potter.

That's how I spent the rest of my night. As a family we watched Harry Potter on the couch, Abigail managed to calm down after about a half hour, she never did, however, tell V or I what the flashback was about.

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Hi!!!

All of your one shot requests were friggin amazing. I've started on like 5. Feel free to comment more! (She offered hopefully)

Thanks for reading!

- Abi