The policeman sat next to me while his
partner drove the car. I wondered if she
was part of the cast and crew of this
surreal movie. The policeman kept on
staring at me. I refrained myself from
saying a word, I just faced the windscreen
and waited for us to reach the station.
The thought of Tiffany’s death kept on
ringing in my mind; I even blamed myself
for it. Sadness engulfed my soul as I
remembered the little moment we had
together, it only lasted for a while to never
happen again . To make matters worse I
was being accused for her death. Again the
pictures of me on top of the fence were
clear evidence to the public. If they had
eyes they would realize I was fleeing from
someone. But the public would read
anything the press gives, I wondered what
sort of names people would call me then, I
also wondered what the headlines would
be: “Monstrous Rapist responsible for
Tiffany Johnson’s death turned himself in.”
The thought of Tiffany’s dead body lying in
my arms came to mind again, my eyes
became watery. I just couldn’t come to
terms with her death; I realized I fell in love
with her that day.
The car slowed down and then stopped, I
wondered if we were already at the station.
The surrounding suggested that we were
not there yet. I looked around and saw an
eatery; the female police officer was headed
The policeman turned to me now. “Well
Charles this is our opportunity, I’m
detective Mike and I’m here to see that you
don’t get arrested.” He said.
“Oh well Mike, I want to spend the rest of
my life in jail, mission impossible.” I said
with a smirk.
Mike just had to chuckle. He took out a key
and freed me from the hand cuff. “Charles
you are escaping weather you like it or
not.” On saying that he brought out his gun
and aimed at me; I looked at him and
laughed. “You don’t want to rewrite the
script now do you?”
He immediately lowered the gun when he
saw his partner approaching. Quickly he re
handcuffed me, only this time he tightened
the handcuff so much I could hear my
bones crush in agony.
The female officer arrived shortly and
looked at her partner suspiciously.
Detective Mike brought out his phone and
started texting someone; the female officer
tried to glimpse at what he was doing. He
sent his message and after a few seconds
a reply came in.
I peeped and saw the message clearly “Kill
your partner and force Charles to do it!”
I tried to warn the female officer but Mike
had already pulled out his gun and shot at
her. She slumped over her starring and the
car began honking un-controllably.
Mike opened my side of the car and kicked
me out; he jumped down afterwards and
flung his partner out of the drivers sit. I
was still sitting on the floor when he
approached me and dragged me to the
back of the car, opened the booth, threw
me in and shut the door.
I was too dazed to say anything. I waited
patiently as the engine roared to life and
the car was put to motion. Where I was
being taken to, I had no idea.
It felt like hours inside that car booth, the
heat was unbearable. I became nauseated
and coughed most of the times. The car
slowed down and then stopped, my hope
was lifted as I thought I was about to be
relived from that inferno.
I waited patiently for minutes but the booth
Minutes later the engine vibrated and I was
in motion again. I wondered were the
detective had made that stop and why. I
lay inside the booth for another long period
wondering why this guy wouldn’t just step
on it and reach his destination fast. Sleep
started finding its way into me; I just had
to give in.
I felt things all around me, the odor
emanating from my surrounding was
convulsing. I opened my eyes and saw only
darkness. I immediately stood up and
dusted myself. The night had gone so dark;
I felt my feet on debris and realized that I
had no shoes; my suit too was gone along
with everything in it. I only had my pants
and shirt on. That stupid detective must
have ripped me off my belongings, only my
atm was left in my pocket. I staggered out
of where I was and looked around me; I
saw a tiny light from far away, music too
was coming from that end.
I followed the light and sound, staggering
and falling every now and then. My
stomach yearned for food. I kept on,
moving at a sluggish pace.
I could see the light nearer, I increased my
pace but still felt sluggish. The music was
louder now, a worldly song about raping a
girl who later begged to have sex.
I saw people; mostly ladies on skimpy
dresses, some were negotiating with men
and others just stood there waiting. When
they spotted me they just hissed and
turned away, but one kept on looking at me
so I approached her.
“Hey I’m Jack.” I lied.
“Sissy” she said nervously.
“Nice to make your acquaintance Sissy, but
I need a favour” I walked close to her, I was
almost about to collapse.
“One thousand five hundred naira for a
night mister” She said coyly.
“I would love you to retire for the night,
how much will that cost?”
“You look famished Jack, you don’t want
an all-night. Trust me”
I had to laugh. “Feeding me will be one of
the services you will be providing” I placed
my hand on her shoulder “Shall we retire to
your room my lady?” I said wryly.
She nervously led the way and I followed
suit. I guessed she must be a new comer.
The other night workers kept on starring at
us. We approached a room which Sissy
opened and we both walked in. I grabbed
Sissy by the hand and quickly explained to
her my ordeal, carefully eliminating the
rape and murder parts. I beseeched her to
understand my predicament, and that I
didn’t come to have sex but was only
looking for a place to rest my head and till
the next morning. She seemed to
understand me as she too told me of how
she was stranded in this cruel world and
had to become a sex worker to survive.
She explained that this was her first night
and that if she saw a better alternative she
would quit immediately.
I assured her that I was going to pay her
for the accommodation; she prepared me a
meal, I ate and slept off.
The next morning Sissy woke me up with
smiles on her face, she was beautiful the
night before and more beautiful this
morning. I smiled back at her.
She served me breakfast which I happily
enjoyed; I told her the remaining part of my
story and assured her of my innocence. I
gave her my atm card and told her my pin,
urged her to withdraw a certain amount of
money, get me new clothes and a handset
with a registered sim.
When she came back with those things, I
changed to the new clothes and took the
remaining cash from her.
“Where are you going from here and what
do you intend to do?” she asked me, I saw
worry in her eyes.
“First to carry out my own investigation,
second; exert revenge on the people that
did me this way.”
She handed me my atm, I folded it back in
her arms. “Sissy…” I started “You are like
the nicest person in this world, you deserve
the best, you have my pin, withdraw the
remaining money in that account and keep
it to yourself.” I finished.
Sissy hugged me and kissed my lips, tears
rolling down her cheek. I pulled out fast
and left the brothel with a plan to make my
antagonists face the wrath of what they are
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