Make a choice

After speaking with Dr Joseph about Zora's health, Demar and Demarco were on their way home.

"So. . . How will we get her the blood?" Demarco asks as he looks over at Demar, who was strangely quiet and looking through the car window.

Demar sigh before saying, "I honestly don't know."

Demarco looks at him, then focuses on the road, sighs, then said, "There is a way we can get the blood. . ."

"But?" Demar asks as he turns to look at Demarco, who was focused on the road.

"It involves you getting the blood from Zora's father."

Demar was going to rage but stayed calm and look back through the window, then mumbled, "Isn't there any other way?"

Demarco never says another word, but stayed quiet and continue focusing on the road.

While Demar knew deep down in his heart that there wasn't another choice.

***

At Demar's mansion. . .

Laying on his back with his eyes looking up to the ceiling as he tries to brainstorm another way to get Zora the blood.

He even once thought about letting his baby die, but he knew that Zora will also be at a risk and he wasn't ready to take such a risk.

He promised himself to be there for her no matter how hot hell would feel or how fast his life can be taken from him; he was willing to be there for her.

And if it is blood, she needs to stay alive, he will get her it.

***

"Demar?" Demarco called out as he knocks on Demar's room door.

Since Demar didn't answer, Demarco lets himself in then closes the door behind him.

He walks over to Demar, who was still laying down, then look over him and said, "You know you care a lot about her. What's holding you back to face the evil and get her better?"

Demar close his eyes to not want to look at Demarco, then said, "I don't know. What if he refuses?"

"He will refuse!" Demarco emphasizes, "But you care for her, so persuade him in giving you the blood."

*Sigh*

"Leave, I need alone time," Demar said as he turns his back to Demarco.

Demarco smiles then left Demar's room.

***

At Mr Brooks' mansion. . .

Sitting in his glasshouse in the middle of his garden, he took a sip of his Scotch Whisky.

Listening to the sound of the water running out of the fountain and the sounds of nature.

He felt at peace, knowing that before Zora was on her own, he got his share of money from her.

The same way he tortures Zora's mother is the same as he did to Zora.

Money, that's all that has ever mattered to him. No wonder his wife and daughter are like him.

But while having such peace after making someone's life miserable, he saw a familiar face approaching his glasshouse.

When the person entered the house, Mr Brooks smirked before greeting the familiar person.

Mr Brooks offered a seat, but it was no use as the person refused.

Mr Brooks chuckled before saying, "Your fight with me is not yet over, but I can speak business."

"There's no business to discuss with you. I'm here because of Zora's health."

When Mr Brooks heard that, he took another sip of his Scotch Whisky before saying, "Zora isn't my problem anymore. She belongs to Mr Bins."

As Mr Brooks said that, Demar didn't hesitate to grab him by his throat and squeeze it.

"You are a very evil man!" Demar said as he add emphasis to all his words.

Mr Brooks manages to break free from Demar's grip and said, "We both are," with a smile on his face.

Demar said nothing but took out the needle, tube and plastic bag and put it on the table in front of Mr Brooks.

Mr Brooks raised his eyebrow at Demar as the meaning of the needle, tubes and plastic bag confused him.

"I will repeat myself. I am here because of Zora's health," Demar said in a stern tone.

Mr Brooks got out of his seat and run his fingers across the table, touching the items Demar had put down then soon as he stood in front of Demar he question.

"And what makes you think I would help you?" he asks as he raises his eyebrow and looks Demar deep in his eyes.

Demar struggles to look deep into his eyes as he saw the images of Mr Brooks flash before his eyes as before.

He thought he was drugged that night, but seeing it happen again; he felt something was off.

"I don't have all day!" Demar shouts as the same thing that had led him to crash that night started to happen.

Mr Brooks smiles then said, "No need to be impatient. I will give you the blood under one condition."

"Which is?" Demar asks as he struggles to keep a solid face.

"You. . .will need to marry Rebecca. One week after Zora is better."

As he heard what Mr Brooks said, he stepped away from him and hit the glass wall.

"Father, no!" he rages in anger. "I not fathering marry Rebecca to get some blood for your daughter! Father, she is your daughter, and she needs your help now!"

"You want to save Zora or not?" Mr Brooks asks as he stood calm and listen to Demar curse at him.

"I will do it. I need the blood now!" Demar shouts as he begins to calm down and agree to the condition to save Zora's life.

Mr Brooks smiles as he started clapping, then sat down and pulled the blood from himself.

***

After finishing drawing the blood from Mr Brooks, Demar was ready to take his leave, as he felt his body could no longer bear to stand.

"Remember our little deal! Zora's life depends on it too!" Mr Brooks shouts at Demar's back and laughs as Demar walks out of the glasshouse.

Demar hisses his teeth then quickly head to his car.

"I hate everything about that man."