My Brother's Plaything

Hello, please, is this Miss Alina?" "Yes.., how can I help?" "This is Dr. Jethro from Graceland Hospital. We need you to sign some papers so we can proceed with the surgery on Mr. Georgewill" "What happened to him?" I asked with the calmest tone. I was confused. How did my Dad end up in the hospital needing surgery? The voice on the other end spoke. "Someone brought him in some hours ago. Look, we've tried our best but his condition keeps getting worse and he needs surgery urgently. The faster you get here, the higher his chances of living." The call dropped, and I didn't wait a second to realise that I needed to be in the hospital. I grabbed my bag from the room, threw the books in my hands back on the bed and off I went to board the next cab to Graceland hospital. I went into the hospital with so many thoughts. The little whisper of prayers from me couldn't let me settle on negativity that moment. I needed hope at this time more than I needed my next breath. Walking slowly with a face that screams sadness, I walked up to the counter and demanded to see my Dad. "Hello, I'm Alina. I got a call about one Mr. Georgewill who needs urgent surgery" "Welcome Miss Alina. Please hold on while I access the files" "Are you Alina Georgewill?" "Yes, he's my father" I answered with a low tone. "Head to the ER. Room 303, ma'am. He's there" "Thank you" I responded. My voice already shaky. I couldn't tell if my heart was still pumping blood. I got there, opened the door slightly. I looked in, and my eyes immediately went to work, scanning every corner of the room for my Dad's bed. I spotted my Daddy lying lifelessly on the hospital bed, his body covered with so many bruises. Immediately, the tears I've been fighting back dropped. I walk slowly to the bed. I was scared. Who would have done this to him? I was more scared for his life. I didn't want him dead. He was the only family left. I know he has been a pain in my life but I still wasn't prepared for a day of life without him. I got close, and immediately went on my knees. My hands stretched to hold his, and with a soft crack voice, I called, "Dad... All the tears I held back found its way to me. I've been too strong for long, a small cry might make me feel better... My mind kept deceiving me. His fingers wrapped around mine in a soft manner, making me realise I shouldn't be crying now but try to be strong for him. For me. For us. I carried my face up. His eyes were staring into mine, and I could notice the moistness in his eyes. He spoke out with a shaky voice, "Alina, I know I've not been a good father. I should've done better after the accident, but I let grief take the better part of me. I'm sorry" he said with so much pains. "Daddy, what happened? I asked amidst tears. Hoping he won't tell me he got beaten up at the Den where he normally gets his life wasted on gambling. "I'm sorry for my life, Alina." I'm still an i***t even in death... "No Dad, you're not an i***t. Fine. I know you may not be the best father in the world but you're still my Dad. There were times you were good to me. You only lost it after the accident that caused their death. I know you'll get back to yourself one day. I've never lost that hope." Even when my mind reminded me of a jerk my father was, I still couldn't let him think of himself like that. "Dad, the doctor said I have to sign some papers for your surgery. I need to go see him now. I promise, you'll get through this." I said while still holding his hand. He just laid there without saying anything, the only thing that gave me hope he's still alive were the tears dropping from his eyes. The room felt too quiet except for the steady beeping of the machine beside my dad’s bed. My eyes burned, and tears kept falling no matter how hard I tried to stop them. I sat there with my hands tightly holding onto my dad's, afraid of what might come next. Then the door opened softly. I looked up and saw a young man step into the room. He was tall and solid, with broad shoulders that stretched his white coat. There was a toughness to him, a strong jaw, a serious face, and eyes that looked focused. When he walked toward my dad’s bed, I felt a small sense of safety and relief. "I guess you're Alina, the one I spoke to on the phone earlier" he asked with a simple but stern voice. "Hi, I'm Doctor Jethro" "Hi Doctor. Please how severe is the situation and can't it be remedied without him having to undergo surgery? I quickly asked. The doctor took a slow breath before speaking, choosing his words carefully. “Your father was beaten very badly,” he said gently. “For someone his age, the body cannot absorb that kind of force the way a younger body might. Right now, the biggest danger is what we can’t see on the outside.” He continued, “From the scans and tests, we believe he has internal bleeding. If that bleeding is not stopped, his body will slowly lose blood, and his organs will stop getting enough oxygen.” He paused to let it sink in. “There might be a chance of organ damage. Whoever fought or beat him up must have hit him too hard on the stomach. There's high chance of infection or organ failure” The doctor looked at me steadily like he was making sure I'd digested every meaning of what he said. “Surgery is needed to find the exact source of the bleeding, stop it, and repair any damaged organs. Without surgery, the bleeding may worsen, his blood pressure could drop suddenly, and his heart could fail. If we wait, he may not survive the next few hours.” His voice softened. “I know this is frightening. Surgery is serious, but right now, it is the only real chance to save his life. We wouldn’t recommend it unless it was absolutely necessary.” His words settled heavily in the room, one after the other, until it felt hard to breathe. My face tightened as the fear finally showed, my eyes widening, my lips trembling as I struggled to hold myself together. The thought of losing my dad made my chest ache, and fresh tears slipped down before I could stop them. Part of me had held onto a small hope that surgery wouldn’t be needed, that the situation might somehow be less serious than it sounded. Hearing that hope disappear felt like something breaking inside my chest. I watched the doctor then, and my expression shifted again. His straight posture, the way he checked his watch and turned slightly toward the door, made my stomach sink. After speaking so carefully, his movements felt cold. Too nonchalant, too distant. My brows drew together, confusion and hurt crossing my face. I nodded slowly and called after him, not because I fully accepted it, but because I didn’t know what else to do. I felt scared, disappointed, and strangely alone, wishing for a little warmth or reassurance, even as I stood on the edge of losing the person who mattered most. My dad shifted slightly on the bed, his breathing uneven. His eyes were half open, dull with pain, but he had heard everything. His lips trembled before any sound came out. “Please…” he whispered, his voice thin. Tears slipped from the corners of his eyes. “Let me go.” I froze. “I’m tired,” he said, struggling for breath. “I should have died a long time ago.” His chest rose and fell weakly as he tried to continue. “After the accident… after your mother… I failed you.” His voice cracked. “I wasn’t there. I left you alone when you needed me most. I don’t deserve your love now. I don’t deserve you sitting here.” He turned his face slightly to the doctor, his eyes pleading. “Doctor,” he called, tears rolling freely now, “I don’t want to fight death anymore.” Before he could say another word, panic rushed through me. “No,” I said quickly, my voice shaking but firm. “No. Do the surgery.” I turned to the doctor, barely breathing. “Please. I agree with the surgery. Do everything you can.” My dad tried to speak again, but I shook my head, tears falling fast now. “Don’t,” I whispered to him. “Please don’t.” As the doctor nodded and turned away to prepare, fear sat heavy in my chest. Not just of losing my dad, but of what came next. In my mind, questions spun wildly, How will I pay for this? Where will the money come from? What do I do if I can’t afford to save him? But even with the fear, one thing was clear, I wasn’t ready to let him go. Not now. Not like this. The doctor stopped halfway and turned, "You'll need to sign some papers in my office, Miss" I turned to look at my dad, assuring him he'll be okay for the umpteenth time. I turned and I followed the doctor out of the office. *** MIAMI, FLORIDA Jake's POV The room was heavy with heat, the sheets twisted and damp from hours of our bodies colliding. Rachael’s chest rose and fell in worn-out moans, each one echoing against the walls. I didn't care. I never did. But I moved over her with precision, every touch deliberate. She trembled under me, wanting more even when her body was spent. Her hands found my hard d**k again, trying to pull me close, but I only tightened my grip as I flipped her over on her knees, forcing her exactly where I wanted. Rachael cried out, half in pleasure, half in frustration, and that only made me harder. I didn't slow down, I kept thrusting harder with every strength left, craving for my utmost satisfaction. I took what I wanted and made sure I gave her exactly what she needed, even if she didn’t admit it. She arched and pressed back, needing me to keep going. Every moment was a push and pull, a battle between her craving and my indifference. The moment came, she was burning with need, wanting more of me and moaning out loud. I leaned close, my breath hot against her ear, thrusting harder and faster this time. Then the moment came, I was feeling the heat and the sharp pulse of desire running through me. I was cumming... I groaned loudly. She shivered violently, and moaned loudly as the tension broke, waves of release rolling through her, leaving her shaking, spent, and dizzy. I gave everything in return,leaving marks across her skin, claiming her fully. We laid there side by side without saying anything, but trying to recover our strength back. Then I broke the silence. “I'll be travelling back to my city in a few days, don't wait for me. We've had our fun while it last, but it's time to move on like it never happened” Rachael lay back on the sheets, moving slowly like she wasn’t bothered at all. Her voice was easy and steady when she said, “Alright… same as usual. Don’t forget the pay.” She reached for her bag, brought out a cigarette and a lighter, and lit it.