Jamilton, a game

Chapter 6: Laf and Alex

John's POV

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..."

"Alex.... I'm so sorry..."

"Alex," James starts, "Check the spot. I don't think he got that one"

"What?" I ask

Alex has a slight bit of hope in his eyes, he goes over to his desk and removes a floor board under it. He pulled a box out of the floor board and opened it. The slightest smile comes on his face. He cries a little in happiness that whatever is in that box is still there. I walk over to see a picture of his mother and a little information on his mother still in the box. Kneeling next to him, I pat his shoulder to give him comfort. He turns his head and cries into my shoulder. The next thing he does is he wraps his arms around my head. James joins us and Alex hugs both of us. We sit there and watch him cry. 

11:52

Alexander and James both fell asleep on my, so I put them in bed together. I move to my own room, thinking about what Alex must be going through, I feel bad for him, there's been times when dad would take my things as well. He once took all my drawings and threw them away. Drawings I worked hard on. I was able to convince him that if I continued art then I could make a living with it. So he stopped hurting my feelings after that. But what Alex does about his mom... there's no way to get dad to accept that. Alex was hunting something that no one understands. No one could change dad's mind on that. I feel bad for him. But tomorrow is another day. Another day to make things better.

The next day; on the bus.

Alex's POV

The bus comes up to our house and I get on. John and James decided to walk to school, so I was alone, once again. As I walk around the bus I hear some whispering, but their eyes aren't looking at me. 

"Yeah, I hear the kid is rich, and he has servants. The kid has everything." One of the whispers say.

Even the kindergartners were whispering. I see where eyes are looking and I notice a curly ponytail, I start to go back there to see who it is.

"Come on kid you need to sit down." The bus driver says.

"Okay!," I yell to make sure she can hear me, as I get to the seat I see that it's Lafayette. He has a picture of a woman on his phone in his hands. "May I sit with you?" He looks up sharply. "James and John decided to walk to school today."

Lafayette puts the picture of that woman away and scoots over for me. Once I sit the bus starts again.

"I'm sorry about the other kids, they whisper about me too... is the one I heard true? Are you rich?" I ask cautiously, ready to reply with a sorry in case I offended him.

"I am," he says. "I was born into it and still am today. I was lucky to get the house I'm in."

"You? What do you mean 'you' were lucky?"

"What? D-Did I say something? I-.. well I.... forgive me, I don't usually stutter..."

"It's alright. I sometimes do that when I'm nervous or when I don't wanna say something."

"Hamilton.... can I tell you something that I can't trust anyone else with? Or at least not right now? ya know... orphan to orphan..."

"You're.. you're and orphan too? How did it happen? Forgive me if the subject hurts."

"You're fine. I just... My dad died in war... my mom died of pneumonia. And my brother died of.. well I'm not quite sure.. then my grandmother died the same week my mother did. I was very young. Most of my helpers left. But some stayed, they've taken care of me ever since. Two of them acted like my parents just so I could buy a place here in your America."

"What do you mean, my America ?"

"Forgive me mon ami, I do not know who's America this is."

"It's no one's America hmhm, America was made for all who wants to live freely."

"Live freely. That's nice, I..  I wish that I could always live like that..."

"Forgive me.. but is it because of losing your parents?"

Lafayette nods and looks at his bag where he put his phone. He seems to be looking for something else though, like the big bump in his bag next to where he put his phone.

Beep... Beep... Beep

The bag makes. I look at Lafayette and he has a small smile on his face. He pulls the little device out and looks at it continuing to smile. Lafayette starts touching a few buttons on it and after a few minutes he opens his mouth to speak. 

"Your mother." I open my eyes wide. "She misses you, she also just told me what happened with your father-er. Adoptive father.. I'm very sorry. She says that she's been trying to comfort you."

"You..... you use ghost equipment too?..." I say in amazement. All this time I was the crazy kid who used ghost equipment to find my mom.

"I do, I search for my family as well. Sometimes they go somewhere, though I don't know where. But one night your mom came to me, she knew I was the only one who might understand you. She's very pretty you would know. I enjoy being with her."

I have a few tears in my eyes now, "Where is she?" I ask.

Lafayette turns the camera, it sounds like he takes a picture of me. I try to look but he tells me to hold still. After that he turns the camera around. I see a picture of my mom, and me. She appears to be hugging me with these beautiful angel like wings. I see her clearly, I see her beautiful brown eyes with that lovely little sparkle. Her dirty blond hair, faded into a small light. Her skin looks as pure as the sun in morning daylight. She's smiling at the picture and looks like she's filled with joy.

Now realizing the deep hole of feelings I'm in, I come out of it, noticing that I was crying to see her again.

"S-Sorry," I start. "I-I'm kind of weak, w-when it comes t-to m-mom."

"No it's fine, I cry sometimes when I know my mom, dad, or brother is with me as well. I know how much it hurts you."

"Th-Thanks for being open to me Laf."

"Laf?"

"Yeah, just a nickname, if you want it."

"N-Nick, name? Forgive me mon ami, there are still a few words I don't know."

"C'est un surnom mon pote, tu sais ce que c'est vrai?"   (It's a nickname buddy, you know what that is right?)

"Oh, oui, oui"

"D'accord hmhm"    (Okay hmhm)

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