Samuel Ares

Right Sons; Wrong Family

         Samuel and Jameson were truly inseparable. This may have caused issues, since many didn't chose to adopt the two due to this choice, but they'd been willing to risk it. Jameson never minded the cold winter as long as Samuel could keep him warm, and Jameson was Samuel's only home anyhow. Neither ever considered being split up, as they'd forgot how they'd ever lived without each other.
         There was a man that didn't mind adopting the two, however. The man had a name of Blake Mineta, and his spouse's name was Rose.  A place to live gave young Samuel Ares very much hope, as he wanted Jameson to be as safe as possible. So after enough convincing to Jameson, Samuel had managed to convince him to take his hand and go to a new home.
        Little did the poor children know, they were up for something nearly worse than homelessness itself.
         They had received a rather warm welcome. And by warm, that implies to not freezing in the cold. Though the house was very trashed and the little amount of decorations they had were unstylish, Mr. Mineta had supplied the two with a warm blanket, his fluffiest pillows, and a place to nap. It had been a heaven to them, finally having a warm place with their favorite foods. This wouldn't last long, but they sure had felt at home.
         The next morning would officially be their first day as Minetas. Samuel liked the idea of this being his last name, he believed it sounded beautiful.
         "Good morning," Blake told the children. Theywere coming down for a quick hello and hopefully breakfast to eat.
         "Good morning!" Samuel replied for himself and his brother. Jameson only rubbed his eye with his hand and yawned, hense his sleepiness. 
          Mr. Mineta had them right where he wanted them now that he had their trust. He gave the two something for breakfast, as they ate he spoke.
         "How'd you eat?"
         "Terrible. The bed was bumpy and hard," Jameson complained. Samuel elbowed him as a motion of being grateful. Jameson ignored him and continued to pout.
         "My, you sure are picky aren't you? Well, you might just have to get used to it."
         "What?" Samuel asked him. He didn't reply, only handing them a list of chores.
         "To stay, you must help by doing chores," Mineta spoke. Samuel read it over and Jameson only looked at Samuel's facial reactions and judge the list based on his reaction, as he couldn't read.
         Samuel had felt as though this work had been to much to do, and it was. However he'd shown respect to his new father and did what he'd asked. Jameson had helped out, but Samuel didn't want him to hate their new home and run away, so he'd done most of it as he was napping.         
         But he couldn't hide the work from Jameson. Over the span of weeks the work continued, even doubled. Not to mention, Mr. Mineta had became meaner to them. There were no more good mornings and no more chatting as they ate breakfast. They'd hardly ate breakfast, being over piled with their work. They'd been hit when they complained too much didn't work fast enough. Even Samuel couldn't help but complain, however, as he was angry.    
          Hungry, tired, unloved; many other words could describe how the two felt. Jameson nicknamed his father "Meanie Mineta". They didn't consider themselves as his sons anymore. They were just abused children.
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         Meanwhile, a man by the name of William had missed the two boys. He'd visit them and give them some food, which kept them alive. He'd provided them with snacks and had given Samuel the coat he wore, almost like his son, except he couldn't adopt, as he didn't have the money to care for them. He'd go back to the same spot he used to see them in every day, happy they possibly found a home, but also disappointed he couldn't see them anymore, and hug them and love them just like he did before. Those were the closest he had to children.
         To cheer up, he'd decided to find where they may be living and give them a visit. This wasn't simple, as the two troubled boys had never left the house they'd spent so much time working in. But William was determined to find them and say his goodbyes.
         He'd found their address through a series of people passing down the question od their whereabouts until eventually, he'd found someone who knew the wife of Mr. Mineta. He'd maintained the address, and stopped by for a visit to see the child he'd cared for so (he hadn't known Jameson too well, anyhow). Coincidentally, this had been the moment Blake had been finding the correct person to sell his children to, and as he'd gotten the door, he'd believed he found the right match.
         "Good day," Blake welcomed him.
         "Hello, I hear you have adopted the two boys from town?" William asked, glancing over the man's shoulder to take a look into the home.
          It was rather clean now, the two boys had done a good job. None the less, if they hadn't, they'd be hurt, disowned, and they didn't want to find out what else may happen.
         "Yes, only for a little bit longer. They've been taught to work without complaint, so they're ready to be made into profit."
         William did a double take, as he'd felt there was no way the two were going to be sold into slavery like this. How did they allow this? There was no way the brave children, who ran off to a new country all by themselves and lived in a way even the bravest of men feared, would give in to working for a singlar man. But it was true that they had. The man refused to let them leave, giving threats to kill one of the two if one had tried, and told them if they ran at night they would be found and given a bad punishment. They were stuck, but not dead, at least.
         The man explained to William what his intentions were. He'd taught them the basics of hard labor, and now the bidding would begin. William asked to see them, and he was granted permission, Blake believing that he'd wanted to buy them for his own chores.
         Samuel was happy to see him, and for once, Jameson as well. Samuel hugged him for what felt like ages, and explained everything. Though William already knew, he listened anyway, allowing him to let out his anger and sadness.
         "Alright.. it's okay. I'll get you out." He told him. Samuel smiled, as he'd expected such a responce. William didn't have much money, but he was willing to give it up for the two kids that made his days better more than he'd ever realized.
         He'd bought the kids. Though it felt wrong, he did. When he did, he wasn't sure what he'd do next. If he let them remain where they were before, the same thing may happen. But if he didn't, they wouldn't be adopted by a good family, and he couldn't support the two forever.
         Thankfully, it hadn't taken long for things to play out, and Samuel and Jameson had found the perfect family.
         Happily ever after almost, as Jeffersons.

     Ares    →    Mineta →    Jefferson