Fvck and run episode 7
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 that way.
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 never opened.
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 scheming.