That Summer in Nevis (Lams)

Chapter 22

A/N: Sorry this was so late, but maybe this long chapter makes up for it? Also, I've never been in a hurricane, I think it really shows heere

"John!" Peggy shrieked, tackling him into a hug. "I was so worried you asshole!"

"John!" Martha ran up to them. "John, where is he? Where is my son?!"

"He-he should be coming soon. I-I left with the car and he told me he was right behind me," John stuttered out.

"And you just left him?" George asked. "You left him in the rain, during a hurricane, knowing he has issues with this weather?! Not to mention the hurricane! He could die, John!"

"I-I'm sorry he to-told me to leave..."

"Y-" Martha put a hand on George's shoulder, his response dying with his anger. "Sorry, I'm just...worried."

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Each scream tore a hole in his chest. Each scream reminded him of that day. So many people died. That can't happen again.

"No, no, no," Alex panicked as his mind screamed at him. Find them! Save them!

After running around the block, he heard the source of the screams. They were only small children attempting to battle the flood and strong winds.

He ran as best as he could with the water levels rising. The children waved their arms towards him. He could see the relief on their faces as he picked them up and dropped them on the sidewalk. The sidewalk was just high enough for them to run on and not be drowned by the water. The kids ran off together, hopefully somewhere safe.

He started making his way towards the hotel as fast as he could. He knew Martha would be worried.

The winds and flood grew stronger by the minute. His limbs grew tired of fighting nature's proud stance. The wind blinded him and to be honest, he was lost. He managed to find an evacuated building to rest for a while.

The building looked stable enough. Maybe the windows would break open, but it's okay, he could just hide out in a corner.

The moment he sat on the floor, Alexander felt like jelly. He was cold and exhausted. He wanted to keep his eyes open. He wanted to keep moving. This was just a quick rest.

Just a few minutes, he thought, letting his body have its way.

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"What do you mean he's not here!" Laf yelled.

"John, where is he?" Maria huffed, trying her best to stay calm.

Martha fidgeted with the useless phone in her hand. "He's coming. He's going to be here."

Laf sat down and put his head in his hands. "Maman, qu'est-il arrivé à Alexandre? Pourquoi n'est-il pas là?" ("Mom, what happened to Alexandre? Why isn't he here?")

"I don't know, but he's going to be here. Don't worry." She pressed a kiss to her son's forehead.

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It was probably around 12 am and Alex still hadn't shown up! Everyone else was still awake waiting for him to show up. Waiting for him to let them know that he's safe.

Although useless, Maria gripped onto her phone and fidgeted with it. John and Laf were crying. Angelica and Herc looked calm for the most part. Peggy was muttering nonsense. Eliza was basically paralyzed, and the Washingtons were pacing around.

"George, George, why isn't he here," Martha cried.

"I-I don't know."

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