Sister Deborah. - Season 1 - Episode 16

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Sister Deborah. - Season 1 - Episode 16

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I couldn’t believe what I saw.
I couldn’t believe the gravity of what I saw from the video. I saw pictures of Deborah stark naked on a bed, surrounded by two guys. The video showed her screaming and m0an!ng in pleasure as they had sex with her altogether.

I was dumbfounded — shattered — shocked and completely broken from my body to my soul. With a feeble, shattered heart, I continued reading the text:

“As you can see from the video, those two guys having sex with her are her lovers. They beat her up after realizing she had an outside affair with you and then dumped her body around the campus field. Did you think she was raped? You better think twice. She lied to you.”

I read the whole text in utter shock and disbelief. I checked the profile of the sender, but it appeared blank with no name. I also tried calling the number yet it proved futile.
Thoughts upon thoughts began running through my head. Could this be true? Could it be real? Even when I tried denying the fact that it was probably a fake report, the images shown in the pictures and the video convinced me about its certainty. It wasn’t fake in any way, neither was it false report.

I cried bitterly. I was heartbroken. Deep within me, I cursed the day I met and la!d eyes on Deborah. I regretted ever knowing her. I despised her with so much hate and pain right from that moment. She was someone I trusted. She was someone I thought I could trust wholeheartedly — but little did I know she was a wolf in sheep’s clothing.

Right there and then I deleted her contact, her pictures and erased every single memory I had with her from my phone and my life entirely!

The following Thursday morning, as early as 5:30 I was woken by my roommates. They had all prepared for their various classes already and had asked me to freshen up too, so as to accompany them to the school clinic where Deborah was admitted so that they could check up on her before attending to their classes, but I forged an excuse in order not to follow them there. In as much as I despised Deborah, I still couldn’t compel myself to show them the photos and video of what she did, so I simply had to lie to my friends and gave them an excuse that we would visit her later in the day, after they had returned from lectures.

I spent half of the day indoors, alone, thinking about everything thatʼd happened in my life in recent times. I realized how Deborah had become a huge part of my life, irrespective of her health issues which barely even bothered me. I realized how much care and love I had for her. Yet, it was painful to know that she mistook my love for granted.

During these thoughts, there was a loud knock that b@nged from the door.

“Yes, who is there?”
There was no response, but another knock followed instead, more harder.
“I said who is there?”

Yet again, no reply came forth, except for a more louder bang on the door.

“Are you mad?” I walked over to the door with anger. “Is this your father’s door?”
The moment I opened the door, I was beyond shocked to see three police officers dressed in uniforms, alongside Divine.

“Jesus! Good afternoon sirs!” I exclaimed with shock, plainly frightened.

“Good afternoon.” The police officer replied, frowning. “Is this the hostel of Chinecherem Stanley?”
“Yes sir, I’m the one sir.”
“In that case, your attention is needed at our station with immediate effect.”
“Is there a problem, sir?” I asked, feeling my heartbeat racing fast.

“No, not at all. We just need to ask you a few questions as a witness to the scene concerning the lady who was raped, and then take your statement to further our investigations, that is all.”

“Okay, sir. Spare me a minute please.” I hurried back inside, grabbed my phone and locked the door properly before following them.

In less than 20 minutes, we arrived at the police station close to the campus. I was surprised to meet Deborah’s father there, as well as her step-mother also. I shared pleasantries with them and Deborah’s father assured me not to be afraid concerning the police officers’ investigations. Thereafter, I was called to the questioning room where two officers sat, waiting for me.
“Sit down.” An officer instructed, and I obeyed.

“What is your name again?” The other officer asked, jotting something on a notebook.

“Chinecherem, sir.”
“Your full name.”
“Chinecherem Stanley, sir.”
He jotted on the notebook and nodded at the other officer to proceed.

“So Chinecherem, I believe you are the one who donated blood for the lady in question, am I correct?”

“Yes sir, I am.” I affirmed with a nod.
“Who are you to her exactly?”
“I’m her friend, sir.”
“Just a friend or there’s something more?”

“I can’t say, sir. It’s complicated.” I answered with ease, denying to accept any mutual connection with Deborah, particularly after what I had seen her display from the pictures and the video.

“Is she in your department?” The other officer cut in.

“No sir, she isn’t. We are both in different faculties.” I responded.

“Where were you yesterday?” The officer pushed on.

“I was at home sir, throughout the day.” I uttered the words before I could even stop myself. The moment I said that, the officers shared glances at each other abruptly.

“You mean you were indoors all through the day?” The officer asked again with a fixed look on me, while his colleague jotted something on a notebook.

“I was indoors, sir.” I lied again, trying to cover up my statement. The officers shared looks at themselves and smiled, before facing me again.

“Well, that’s funny because according to our investigations, this lady’s friend told us that you were with her almost throughout yesterday at her aunt’s place just before the incident.” The other officer with the notebook spoke with his intent focus on me. “So how come you still tell us you were indoors?”
“Sir, to be honest I only accompanied her there once after she visited me yesterday. I didn’t stay too long, sir.” I lied again. I felt my heartbeat thumping heavily in my chest with fear and fright.
“So why didn’t you come back to check up on her today since yesterday?”
I didn’t know what to say in response. I was lost for words. I stammered and stuttered.
“Young man, you are a suspect.”

“You raped her!” The other officer added.
“God forbid!” I exclaimed with utmost shock. “I didn’t rape her, sir. I can swear it.”

“Shut up.” The officer raised his voice at me. “You raped her and dumped her body by the campus field, then you later went back again to donate blood for her at the clinic so no one would suspect you, isn’t it?”

“That’s not true, sir. That’s a lie. I’m innocent sir!” I defended myself.

“Come on, keep shut there, idiot.” The other officer shouted back at me. “If you are innocent, why did you lie just now? Why did you deny being with her yesterday?”
“I am innocent sir, believe me. I’m not lying, sir.”

Before I knew it, the police officer stretched his hand from the other side of the table and slapped me across my my face, after which he stood up and crossed over to where I sat, frowning sternly.

“Are you mad?” He raised his voice at me, loudly. “Do you think we are joking here? Does it look like I’m playing with you?”
“But sir I am innocent, I swear on my life sir. I didn’t rape her sir, please believe me!” I pleaded with my finger touching the tip of my tongue and raised it up as a genuine gesture. Irrespective of my sincere plea, the police officer still disregarded me with another slap on my face again. Thereafter, he instructed his colleague to watch over me while he walked out of the questioning room.

Within a few minutes, the officer returned again with Deborah’s father accompanying him. From the look on the elderly man’s face, I could clearly sense that he wasn’t in a good mood. He seemed to be in a foul countenance as he watched me keenly with a frown.

“Is it true, my son?” his voice was low and mild as he stared at me in the eyes. I was numb and lost; unable to heave a response or utter a word.

“Tell me it isn’t true.” Deborah’s father’s frown increased thickly. He looked very angry.

“Sir, it’s not true. I swear with my life sir, I am innocent. Please sir I’m telling the truth!” I pleaded with the elderly man, with tears already forming in my eyes.

“Why did you lie?” The police officer interrupted me. Before I could speak, he turned to Deborah’s father and continued. “I am telling you sir, this young man is the main primary suspect we have. I strongly believe he was behind your daughter’s rape sir. It’s so glaring sir, can’t you see it?”

The elderly man shook his head irritably and spoke. “I trusted him. I thought he was a good person after what he did for my daughter, but little did I know he was a snake in disguise. Officers, please make sure he faces the law. Ensure he pays dearly for his evil crime! I’ll personally make sure you rot in jail. B-----d!”

Deborah’s father walked out without a word. I tried begging and pleading but it fell on deaf ears. The officers apprehended and manhandled me roughly to a small, vacant jail with slaps and beatings along the way. I was locked inside after they had seized my clothes and left me clad only in my underwear.
Who would help me? Who would come to my aid? How do I explain myself? How do I clear my name for a mistaken identity when Deborah, who was the only one who could help me testify to the case, was presently in a tragic coma?

All these thoughts went on and on in my head continuously, leaving me hopeless and alone