A Bullet Through Your Head {Lams} {Hamilton}

Chapter 6

So here's the '411' on my family.

So my biological Mom died when I was 12 and my dad left when I was 10. I think I heard that my father has a new family or something...but I can't be bothered to associate myself with them. I also have a brother, James...we stayed together for a while until he turned 18..then he left me behind because he said he didn't want to take care of me anymore. When I was seventeen, a hurricane destroyed my town. I saw everything crumble to pieces around me. I saw people get crushed by falling trees and buildings. My brother nearly died but I manage to get him out under a tree and called for help.

After the hurricane, my brother left me and when the social workers couldn't contact my dad, I had to live with my cousin, Peter Lytton...but then..he killed himself...right fucking in front of me. A bullet straight to the head.
So I took all his food and my clothes and left. But the police caught me and sent me to a social worker. She said that they couldn't contact anyone else and sent me to foster care.

This leads me to here. Me going over to my adoptive parent's house. I've been there since I was 17...It was a little difficult to live in but I grew to love them. Oh and I have an adoptive brother too, they adopted him first...then me. I'm not really sure why they chose me...I was the kid who kept running away from my foster families and the police. 

I arrived and stopped at the gate. The gates opened for me to show a large mansion...Did I mention that they are insanely rich?....and th-that he's the president...haha. He's on vacation right now so we're hiding out in my old home with high security.

 "Welcome back, Alexander." Beverley, our butler said as he took my coat. "It's nice to see you too, Beverley!" I said hugging him. Beverley is very prim and proper so he went a little stiff when I hugged him. "Ahem. Your parents are waiting in the living room." Beverley said as he walked away with my coat. I walked over to the living room. "Hey mom, Hello Mr Washington" I said. "Oh hello, my darling!" My mom, Martha, said as she hugged me but then she slaps my arm. "Ow! Why? What did do?!" I yelped, rubbing my arm. "Why don't you call me anymore?! Your father said he doesn't give you a lot of work!" My mom said, nagging a little. Not a lot of work?? Yeah right. I do EVERYTHING FOR HIM BECAUSE I'M HIS GODDAMN SECRETARY...LITERALLY! I'm his right-hand man!

"Wh-what? that's bullshit! Sorry, mom.." I yelled. "I do everything for Mr Washington!" I whined. My foster parents rolled their eyes and sat me down. "So how is Maria?" My mom asked me...oh god. "O-oh well we are um-" I said but got interrupted. "See! I told you, Martha! He can't keep a goddamn girl for at least a year!" Mr Washington shouted a little. "Hey! That's not true!!" I threw a little temper...even though when I know it's true as fuck. "Darling, is there someone else you keep looking for?" My mom asked me. "Wh-what? Pssh...no.." I said awkwardly.
My adoptive parents looked at each other.
"are you gay?" Mr Washington asked me, without being awkward.
"WH- N-NO...well...yes...BUT I MEAN NO... I g-guess so?? I mean not FULLY GAY but more like.. 50% gay and 50% Straight? But that's not really important here. What's important is the fact that you guys think I'm incapable of holding a slightly intimate relationship for more than a year. So I think that's totally unreasonable...an-and mean!" I said speeding through my words. "Oh, so you're what they call... Bisexual?" Mr. Washington asked. "......yeah.." I said awkwardly looking at them. "AWWW MY BABBYYY WE ACCEPT YOU EVEN THOUGH YOU'RE A DISGRACE IN GODS EYESS!" My mom said, hugging me...kinda almost squeezing me...yep she's gonna kill me. "Agh- m-mom- cant- air-" I said trying to pull away but she's too goddamn strong. "Martha let the boy go!" Mr Washington said chuckling a little.

She lets go and I fall onto the floor trying to breathe for the life of me...but I remembered that I have asthma so I rushed to my bag for my asthma inhaler. I finally find it and inhaled it. "Martha you nearly killed the boy." Mr Washington said, smirking at her. She just stood there, smiling. "I know...you're next if you make your son do all the work for you again." she glared at him. Mr Washington took a step back.