Jamilton, a game

Chapter 12: On the inside of Hercules' life

Laf's POV

"What is it?" He says.

"Here." I give him a paper, he opens it up, and it has my number on it, along with my address and email. "I don't know what you use. So I gave them all."

I notice him blush a little as he thanks me for it, he turns around and waves as he walks away. I wave as well and watch him get in his car and it drives away. I walk back and start to help the others clear the table. they as usual tell me that they can do it, but I help them anyways. I care about them enough to help them.

After helping my helpers I go straight to bed, ready for going to school the next morning. I lay back to get some rest, and close my eyes, imagining what the future might be. Soon, I fall asleep.

Herc's POV

As I got in the car and we drive away, I think about Lafayette. He has a very nice house, and very nice servants.  I've never heard of servants eating at the same table that their master eats at. When we get to my house I hop out of the car and wave goodbye as I walk inside. My dad is at the door waiting for me and he doesn't even ask how the night went first. The first thing he asks is,
"So, how wealthy is he? A friend worth keeping? Can you make friends with him" My dad asks.

I sigh, knowing that these questions were coming.
"Very, yes, and yes" I reply. He kind of gives me the don't be a smart ass look, but I just walk up to my room without a problem and collapse onto my bed.

I don't know why, but I feel a little different. I feel as if something has changed, and it was ever since I've met that Lafayette. It's not the riches that get me. It's the charm. The charm and adorable smile he has, it suits him perfectly. He looks perfect. He's also perfectly in shape and I could never argue with his face. His shirt at times when he would lean would almost tighten around his stomach, giving a peek at his abs. And dang I wonder what it's like touching those.

I shake my head at my thoughts. confused as to why I had these feelings, it was something new. But I liked it. It felt... nice. Like. I actually had a crush on someone. 

After a moment of thinking. I realize that's what it is. I have a crush, and on the richest kid in school.

I try to contain my thoughts and feelings, it gets hard though, especially when you just discover your feelings. But what if he doesn't like me back?

My thoughts run wild, thinking of every possibility, then even occasionally a new thought of what we could do would hit my mind. After a bit I hear my father call me.

"Hercules!!! It's time for dinner!"

"I'm coming sir!" Even though I have called him dad before, sir is what he wants me to call him majority of the time. Even with the word  father, he has to be in a good mood for me to call him that. I come down to the table and we do what we normally do first. Then start to get food on our plates and eat. 

I sort of pick at my food a bit and only eat something every 30 seconds or so. Mom looks at me and nudges me a little.
"Sweetie, are you okay? You've hardly eaten anything." She says.

"Hm? Oh, I'm fine Mom, I just have a lot on my mind right now. Not very hungry."

"Okay. Is it homework? I can try to help a little-"

"Nonsense." My father cuts her off. "The kid can do his own homework. He's doing well in his classes and doesn't need help."

I wanted to yell at him so much, but last time I did he abused me. He rarely does that unless he's pissed off. I look at them both. "It's not homework Mom. I'm good on tha-"

"Honestly son you should really start respecting your mother the way she needs to be respected. Start calling her Ma or Ma'am."

".... right, well as I was saying. It's just a person. I enjoy talking with them and they are a great friend. I-"

"Congratulations boy. You outta bring her over sometime so we can meet her."

"Sir I.. I was speaking."

"Though I am curious as to why you said "they", all of us are straight and so should you be. I don't want anyone in this family to be anything other than straight. If this is a guy then we're going to have to have a little talk."

"S-Sir I"

"Is it honestly a man?!f Boy you better explain right now-"

It was now my turn to cut him off. But I shouldn't have.

I slam my hands on the table and stand up, you can see the look of shock in his face.
"My goodness man! Can you not shut up for more that 30 seconds?! I am trying to tell the situation but you continue to interrupt myself and Mom! That is disrespectful, rude, inconsiderate, crappy. Should I go on? This list could go a while on how much of a brat and idiot you've been to this family! I should be able to call you Mom and Dad because We are your spawn, not your slaves or adopted children! I am sick and tired of your crappy attitude to all of us! I am putting my foot down and he you can't lift it again!"

I stand there breathing slightly heavier than normal as if that took a little breath from me.

After a few moments of my dominance he stands. Once he is fully up and straight, I realize that my dominance is crushed. He's regained dominance by simply standing and not even saying a word. I realize that it was a huge mistake to say what I said. I back up slightly.

"I don't think you had the authority to say what you said son. Come here, we need to have a little talk on who has the authority in the house. It won't kill you. Come on." He grabs my shoulder and I fight a little bit. But hardly noticeable, I want to fight more but I stop fighting for 2 reasons. 1 is that I don't want Mom to be afraid for me, she could get hurt as well. Then secondly, I don't want my siblings to be scared either, they should learn to love and accept Dad unlike how I did.

He takes me into a room and throws me to the floor. "Good choice on not fighting me. You wouldn't want your Mother to know how you get hurt."

"Sh-She already knows sir..."

He looks upset and punches me in the head. "DID YOU TELL HER?!" 

"N-No sir! A few times I came back from school and she found injuries! I only told her it was a bully but I don't think she believes me!.."

"You brat!"

He starts to beat me. After a few minutes I see nothing but black.

A few hours later  I wake up. In my bed, I feel a rag on my head and try to move but it hurts. I realize that I was probably put in here by dad, it was probably that dumb excuse where after lecturing me I fell asleep, even though I was most likely bleeding.

I honestly wish I could live with John or Lafayette. Even Burr wouldn't be a bad choice.