9. Twist of Fate 4

The Paschal Miller Family House

The disgruntled Jane got back with a long face. To nurse her wound, she walked towards her room to rest but she was greeted by her twelve-year-old brother, Sean.

“Good morning, Big sister," he greeted and reported, "We are starving,” 

Jane, who was starving as well glared at him and walked on. Sean was aware of his father's hatred for him but he loved him and felt bad whenever he was uncared-for. They felt Valerie's absence because there was nothing for his father to eat.

“Big sister, Father had not eaten anything.” 

Instantly, she halted and vented her ire on him.

“How is that supposed to be my business? What of Mom?” she barked.

“Mom is not back yet,” he informed her. 

She would rather starve than cook. Her attempts in the kitchen were disastrous. To avoid looking foolish in front of her brother, she masked her incompetence with exaggerated anger. Likewise, after sizing him up with a critical glance, she offered her advice.  

“As you can see, I'm tired out and need to get a good rest. You must not disturb me," she made clear, her tone leaving no room for argument.  

“What about …?”

Before he could complete his question, she walked into her room and banged the door.

“Valerie, where are you?” He grumbled in despair and walked back to the boys' quarters which served as his father's chamber. 

He looked at his old and weak face and assured him, “Hold on, Father. I will get something for you.”

He ignored his offer and scowled down at him. All the same, Sean walked to the kitchen and everything appeared strange to him. He opened the fridge and was lucky to see the remnant of the food that Valerie prepared the previous night. Although little and would not serve them, he microwaved it and served his father.

“Get up and eat Father,” he requested. 

Sean was not aware that his starving father only recognized people by their voices and was disgusted when he heard a voice different from Valerie's. He attempted to get up but could not. Valerie would have helped him to get up without asking questions. 

“Do you need help, Father?” Sean asked him with concern and he did not answer him. 

He walked to his bed, put his hands beneath his shoulders, and lifted him. When he successfully made him sit properly, he drew the center table closer to him and pleaded, “Kindly eat.”

Without appreciating his gesture, he looked at the food with disdain and asked him, “Where is Valerie? Is she still at the hospital?”

“She returned and went out with Jane. Eat your food,” he urged him. 

He looked at the food again with total contempt and inquired, “Who prepared it?”

Sean understood where he was going and feared that he might reject the food. He lifted the plate of porridge and scooped it. 

Then, he moved it closer to his mouth and pleaded, “Stop asking questions, Father and eat.”

“Who prepared the food?” He insisted with an unfriendly tone. 

To quell his inquisitive mind, he explained, “It was the leftover of what Valerie prepared yesterday. I only heated it with the microwave.” 

With his weak eyes, he looked into Sean's eyes in search of honesty. At that moment, he feared that his mother had sent him to kill him and turned down his gesture curtly.

“You can keep your food. Just leave,” he declared and attempted to lie down. 

Sean felt scorned and his eyes were wet at once. He dropped the plate on the table, supported his jaws with his two hands, and stared vacantly. In the past, he had worked hard to be part of his life but he kept him at bay.

“Ouch,” Paschal agonized while trying to lie down and Sean jolted out of his reverie, stood up, and helped him.

Incidentally, he cooperated with him and laid back on the bed.

“Sorry for the pain, Father,” he comforted him when he saw the excruciating pain on his face. 

He ignored him and looked at the plain ceiling with his sunken eyes.

“What will you eat before your medication, Father? You need to take your medication.”

“Just leave. I will eat when Valerie returns,” he ordered bitterly. 

Sean swallowed hard and left but returned with a pail of water and a towel. At that moment, he met him weeping profusely and could not conceal it. 

Instantly, he was infected and he sobbed, "Stop crying, Father. Everything will work out for the best.” 

“Go away. I say, go away,” he cried out but Sean was not discouraged. 

Without waiting for his consent, he cleaned him up. Unfortunately, he was too weak to resist him and was calm all through. Thereafter, he changed his wears. Although he was not happy with him the cleaning gave him some soothing. He felt good and slept off.

Sean covered him up with the duvet and took the pail and towel away. He returned to the room later and began to wait on him. Nevertheless, he was more worried about his father and forgot that he was starving as well. Even at that, he was worried that there would be no food for them if Valerie did not return before lunch.

“Valerie, where are you?” He asked himself in dejection.

At Brian's House 

When Valerie cried out, he was attracted and got up at once. To his perturbation, her voice woke his manhood and it stood like a pike.

“She will hate me for life if she sees this pervert like this,” he cursed his joystick and tried to adjust it.

“Maintain decorum, Johnny,” he instructed and adjusted it.

When he was satisfied with himself he walked to the room. Although Valerie had slept the picture of what she saw in the walkout room was fresh in her memory. Undoubtedly, his appearance worsened her matter. Now, she could observe his attractive lips and her nipples were harder than before.

When their eyes met, she was mesmerized and tried to get up, but he gave her a warm smile and sat beside her. She was wet in her lady part instantly and felt like running to the bathroom.

“I hope you slept well?” He asked her afterward.

“Yes. I slept well. Thank you for your concern.”

“You are welcome.”

Now, another quietness engulfed the room. They locked eyes with the same thoughts in their minds but in different dimensions. While Valerie wished that he was not her boss but Prince Charming he wished there could be a way out.

“What if I give you something better than a job, Valerie?” He asked him and breaking the silence.