Jamilton, a game

Chapter 5: "It hurts"

Laf's POV

"If you want me to be your trustworthy servant, then I am."

"You all are not servants. You are my helpers."

"Yes sir."

"Anyways. I saw my parents again. It was nice to see them. I just wish they were still alive..."

"We all do, they were good people. We all miss them. Of course not as much as you sir, they weren't biologically related to us like you are to them."

"Biology has no meaning when it's a loss. Friend or family can miss or grieve just the same. It all depends on how well you knew the lost and if you were close or not."

"Understood sir."

"Okay then. I will go prepare the table with the other few."

The maid nodded her head and we went opposite directions. I walk into the dining room and grab the bowls. I start to set them around the table. One of the servants (Okay he's gonna call them helpers when talking to someone, but I don't have anything else to call the male helpers so "servant(s)" will be for the "male helpers") come over to me and ask to take the bowls from me so I can sit and do nothing considering it was my first day of this school. I refuse and look at him wondering why I'm treated like a lord of some kind, I'm a kid, near teenager, and I'm treated as if I'm a lord. I explain to him that it makes me happy when I help the maids and servants out. It takes my mind off of the problems in the world, and it sometimes gives me inspiration for things. He nods at me and helps me finish with the other three who are assigned to clearing and setting the table.

After dinner is set on the table we all sit with me at the end which was always suggested by my helpers and my parents. One of the maids tells a story from when we were in France; "And then, hmhm he slipped and slid down the entire street trying to grab everything to make himself stop!"

"Hahahahaha!" All the helpers which I always eat with laughed, the servant that the story was told about blushed in embarrassment. I looked at him, the look on my face showed him that it was funny, but I still respect him like I respect any other man.

"It was a muddy day hmhm." He replied to the crowd. We all looked at him still giggling a little bit. After we all finish giggling at the thought of him sliding down a street, we continue to eat and talk about our day. All the maids and servants, which three are the cooks, finished all they had to do. They even did a little extra. I love and take good care of all my helpers. I even try to help the cooks sometimes, I learn multiple things about cooking in the process. I have a great deal of fun doing it.

After dinner I help clear the table. After that I get in my pajamas and lay in bed. I can still feel three presence of three ghosts, the fourth is gone. I assume Hamilton's mother left to see Hamilton. I lay there silently, thinking about what happened that day, let's see. Helping Hamilton, coming home, helping helpers. Yep, a lot but not a lot. I slowly close my eyes, seeing nothing but dark shadows on the wall until I drift into sleep.

John's POV

I walk past Alex's room as I'm heading to mine. He's looking through things as his brother is watching him in the doorway.

"I swear she was here! I saw her I promise!!! She was right here!!"

"Alex-"

"Alex...." I cut James off. I walk past James and towards the teared up Alex. "You... you just..."

BEEP BEEP BEEP

"THERE" Alex runs to a monitor of his and picks up a small box of his, it's electronic, but it has a radar and it's plugged into the computer, it has an image of his mother on it and he looks at the radar intently. The next thing that Alex does is he runs to a corner of the room. He puts his hand against the walls and stays there in a stance as if he's trying to keep something in that corner.

"Alex. I love you like a brother, honestly. But I just don't see how your mother could be here."

"She i-is.... SHE IS. I CAN FEEL HER PRESENCE."

We hear stomping up the stairs, suddenly my father comes into the room. "What's happening in here?! It's late and you all should be asleep, why are you yelling at each other?!"

"Dad p-please listen! A-Alex just had the radar going again and he claims he can see his mother on it."

"Alexander, seriously?! I'm sorry and I didn't want to do this. But you have to stop. Okay?" He walks over to Alex and turns him around. Alex has tears in his eyes. "You have to stop, we miss your mom too, she was a good friend to us. But this isn't good for you. I want.. I want you to get rid of this stuff."

"....dad"

"Shush John. Alex.. you're a bright boy. But I don't want you to be chasing ghosts. Put it all away. Or I do what I need to with it."

Alex opens his mouth to speak now. "D....Dad please..."

"I'm sorry Alexander.. but you have ten seconds. I love you but it all has to stop."

"D-Dad...." Alex stares into his eyes, terrified. Dad, about 7 seconds later, sighs.. he then stands up and goes over to Alex's desk. Alex's eyes widen in fear. The second that dad touches his radar Alex snaps and runs at him and takes it. "No! I know she's her!! I've seen her!"

"You have to stop! This isn't healthy for you!!!"

Dad takes the radar and throws it in a trash can that he grabs. He takes the plug for the radar as well and throws it in. He starts taking writings of what Alex wrote on what he observed of ghosts and what he found on them. Alex yells and tries to take the basket away from dad, but dad refuses and puts Alex in the closet, he locks the door to it and James and I both run to the closet doors. 

James looks at him and yells; "Dad please!!! He's scared of the dark!!! He can't stay in there!!!" James runs at him and tries to take the garbage basket. "This means everything to him! I want him to stop too but this isn't how you do it!!!" Dad shoves James off and James stumbles backwards. Dad searches the drawers to make sure there isn't any more. He takes the last thing that Alex used to find his mother's spirit and he throws it in the basket and leaves. Dad leaves the key to the closet on the desk. I quickly grab it and unlock the door.

Alex bursts out with a lot of tears in his eyes. He had started crying in the closet, he runs to the desk and cries more as everything is gone. Just a clean desk with a couple clean papers and a few pencils.. Alex falls to his knees and cries, practically begging for a miracle right about now.

"... Are you okay Alex?..." I ask quietly.

"It hurts.... it all hurts... d-dad wants me to be so much more than I am, he wants me to quit all my beliefs and become something I'm not." Alex cries even harder and puts his hands over his eyes. "It-It h-hurts..."