Tales By The Brothel - S01 E10

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Tales By The Brothel - S01 E10

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 10

Two police officers ushered me into the DPO’s office and I entered with trembling limbs.

I didn’t know whether to classify myself as a boyfriend or a criminal. I didn’t know the role expected of me in that circumstance. I was confused.

Mrs Theresa glanced at me sharply as soon as I entered and the annoyance that crept onto her face as she set her eyes on me couldn’t be overlooked.

“Is that the idiot that killed my daughter?” Mrs Theresa asked abruptly advancing angrily towards me. The two officers that ushered me in barred her way and prevented her from coming very close to me.

“Madam please don’t make statements you can’t prove,” the DPO advised rising from his seat.

“Please madam I didn’t kill your daughter,” I chirped in feeling terrified.

“Swear that you weren’t the one that planted that accident,” mrs Theresa continued.

“I swear,” I replied with all the courage my strained nerves could muster.

Mrs Theresa shrugged her shoulders and squeezed her face.

“When did you become my daughter’s boyfriend?” She asked.

“It has been long ma,” I replied.

“Starting from when?” She asked.

“Getting to two years now ma,” I replied.

Mrs Theresa kept mute for some seconds. Then she said something that sent my heart panicking anew.

“You will pay for this,” she said. “I promise you that! You must surely pay for this!!” She added and left the DPO’s office.

“Hope you can drive under this condition?” The DPO asked on time before she left the office.

Mrs Theresa walked on without replying.

Unknown to us, Mrs Theresa’s husband, late Ijeoma’s father, was a member of the army. Even me her boyfriend didn’t know that. She had lied to me that her dad was a lawyer but she never told me that he had anything to do with the military let alone being a high-ranked one at that.

When Mrs Theresa left the DPO’s office, Me, the DPO and the other two officers followed her to her jeep. The aggrieved woman opened the pigeon hole in her dashboard and brought out a bundle of N1000 naira notes and handed it to the DPO.

“This is ten thousand naira,” she told the DPO. “I want this idiot reprimanded in custody till we get to the root of this case.” She added pointing aggressively at me.

That very day was the day I confirmed the true power of money.

As soon as the bundle of naira notes was handed to the DPO, the DPO gave the other two officers some signal and the one standing immediately by my right unleashed a very hard slap on my right cheek. I screamed with pain and rubbed my cheek in a bid to alleviate the pain.

“My friend go down!” The officer ordered raising his right hand to unleash a second slap.

“I didn’t kill her,” I screamed out in pain.

My shouts fell on deaf ears and before I knew what was happening, handcuffs had already encircled my wrists and I was being dragged into one very dirty police cell…

To Be Continued..