VENDETTA [LAMS]

Chapter 18 [My Childish Wish]

Alex's POV

"Hello?" I said. Herc paused the movie, annoyed.

"Hey Alex." A voice said. Who is—Morris!

"Hey, Morris. What's with the late call?" I asked. It was a minute silent from the other line.

"Remember James?"

"James who, Morris?" I asked as bad memories began to flood back. My laptop is on loud speaker so everyone in the room could hear us.

"James Hamilton. He's, uh..."

"Just say it."

"He's still alive—" Alive. "He's somewhere there in New York. I can give you his number. Let me type it down–" I immediately ended the call. Everyone looked at me strangely.

"Hamilton?" Hercules asked.

"Yes?" I looked at him.

"Can you explain mon ami?" Lafayette said turning to me. John stood up and removed the disc from the television. I ruined the movie night. Again.

I spoke casually. "I have an older brother. He died in a hurricane when I was seventeen. My friend, Morris obviously, you heard it right? My brother is alive."

I looked at my laptop and there was a number on it.

"Well, what are you waiting for! Call him." John smiled while Herc nodded.

"I don't have a phone." I muttered. Hercules handed me his phone. I copied the number and I hesitantly called the number.

"Hello. Good evening. James Hamilton speaking..." The voice sounded tired. I could've leap from joy.

"¡Estas vivo!" I shouted to the phone.

"Uhm.. Yes, I am alive...Quién es this?" My brother asked. My brother!

"Alexander! Alexander Hamilton!" I said happily. I looked at my friends who smiled at me a bit.

"¿Qué?" James said unbelievably. "Seriously?"

"Yes! Yes! Let's meet up!" I said the smile not leaving my face.

"Where when?"

"Tomorrow! Bo's Coffee near Columbia university..." I trailed off and he answered. "This is quite unbelievable. I need to make sure you're my undead brother though."

"What?"

"Bring Su favorito de peluche... Please let me sleep..." My older brother said and I ended the call. My heart was pounding like crazy. My brother is alive! My brother is alive! I can't be any more happier!

I put my laptop down and stood up on the floor throwing a fist bump to the air. "Yes!"

The three laughed. I gave the phone back to Hercules. John turned to me. "Are you sure that's your brother?"

"Yes."

"You can speak spanish?" Laf said.

"Yes."

"Your brother thinks you're dead and you think he's dead. What's the tragic backstory?" Hercules furrowed his eyebrows.

I grew a bit uncomfortable, of course I was still hiding something but I repeated what I said earlier. "I escaped death two times... We got lost in the hurricane and shit happend. I don't want to talk about it for now."