Sons of Liberty University | Hamilton College AU

Chapter 37 - Murderer (pt. 3 of 7)

John

When I got home from classes on Wednesday, Alex wasn't home.

I assumed that it was because he was upstairs with Washington, but then I remembered that he wanted him to come at 5 PM.

I furrowed my brow. Then where would he--

There was a sudden crash in the bathroom.

I threw my bag aside and ran towards the bathroom, throwing the door open.

Alex was lying on the ground, convulsing, his eyes wide open and staring at nothing. His mouth was agape. I hurriedly knelt down and held him, my heart pounding in my ears. What was happening to him?! Was he dying?

Frustrated tears leaked out of the corners of my eyes as I held him, rocking back and forth, not knowing what to do. My little sister had a seizure once. This seemed to be happening to him, but what had we done? How could I even remember?! I was only four or five!

"I'm so useless," I growled to myself as I carefully stroked Alex's hair out of his face. "Baby, can you hear me?"

He didn't stop.

"Babygirl, I'm right here," I said a little louder this time. "You're okay. I love you."

After a moment, he stopped, and lay limp in my arms.For a brief, terrifying moment, he didn't breathe.

And then he shifted, and he breathed again. I sighed in relief.

"John....?" he whispered, his eyes opening slowly. "W-what happened?"

"You had a seizure, baby," I whispered. "Are you okay?"

"I-I don't know," he said. His hands were shaking badly. He clapped one of them over his mouth, growing paler with every second. He scrambled out of my arms and made his way over to the toilet, where he vomited into the bowl. I held his hair back as he did so. Tears streamed down his face as his stomach emptied itself of its contents.

He eventually pulled away, sobbing into his hands. My heart broke at the sight. I took a damp towel and wiped off his face and kissed his forehead. He laid his head on my chest and wept quietly into my shirt, clutching at me like it was the end of the world.

I helped him brush his teeth, then carried him over to bed and laid him down, then laid down next to him. He stared at me, his eyes full of hurt.

"Why did that happen?" he whispered, his voice cracking.

"I don't know, baby girl," I responded, running my fingers in -between the strands of his hair. "I don't know."

(So, friends, what (or who) do you think caused the seizure? I'll give you a hint: it has something to do with the mysterious package he received yesterday...)