Sister Deborah episode 15 – 16

SISTER DEBORAH 💝💖

Episode 15

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A large crowd was gathered in the campus field making noise from all angles. They were gathered in a circle, surrounding someone’s figure that I couldn’t see. I pushed through the crowd and managed to make my way through, only to see the least of all people I expected at the scene.

Deborah — lying on the ground in a pool of her own blood stained over her skirt, breathing unconsciously. There were two ladies bending beside her which was her friend Divine and my course mate, Annabel.
I rushed over to the scene and bent on my knees, close to Deborah’s half conscious body.

“Debbie! Debbie!!” I patted her hand repeatedly, but she remained mute.
“What happened?” I looked up to Divine, who was now in tears.
“She was raped.”

“Raped?” I repeated, utterly shocked. “By who? How come? When? Where?”
“I don’t know. I honestly don’t know!” Divineʼs tears flowed even much more.
“Iʼll suggest we take her to the school clinic on time before she loses more blood. Sheʼs terribly bleeding.” Annabel suggested as she stood to her feet. I stood to my feet too as well as Divine. Timi and Fatai flagged down a taxi for us, while Hakeem helped us to carry Deborah’s body into the taxi. It was a four sitter passengers seat which could only contain I, Deborah, Annabel and Divine, so Timi, Fatai and Hakeem chartered another taxi that followed behind us.

Within some minutes, we arrived at the school clinic and carried Deborah inside. Some nurses aided us with a stretcher, which was used to convey her into a ward room. We were asked to remain at the hallway while the doctor and nurses attended to her. After some minutes, a nurse returned and called on Divine and I to the ward room. When we got there, I noticed that Deborah’s unconscious body had been placed on medical drip and her forehead was bandaged.
“Who is closer to this lady between you two?” The doctor asked.
“We are her close friends.” Divine replied her, holding back tears.
“Have her parents been informed?”
“Yes, Iʼve informed her dad. He’s on his way here.”

“Hmm!” The doctor sighed. “This lady lost a lot of blood today. She needs to undergo blood transfusion within the next 24 hours or else…”

“Or else?” Divine urged her on.
“Or else, the outcome might be disastrous.” She finalized.
“I would do it, doctor.” I chipped in quickly. “I would donate for her!”
“Can you handle it?” The doctor scrutinized me from head to toe in a second. “I am talking about one full pint of blood here.”
“I said I’ll do it, doctor.”

“Okay.” The doctor agreed and called on a nurse nearby. I was tested thoroughly before anything else. Thereafter, I was asked to seat on a chair close to Deborah’s bed, and then the transfusion commenced.

Some moments later, after I was done with the blood transfusion, my roommates and Annabel came into the ward to check up on us. They shared their sympathies with me and stayed in the ward room for a while until they announced about their departure.

Divine and I remained the only ones left with Deborah in the ward. I sat on a chair close to the sick bed, while Divine sat on the bed, next to Deborah.

All of a sudden, the ward room’s door opened up and an elderly man dressed in a native attire locally called Agbada rushed inside, accompanied by an elderly lady behind him. The doctor and some nurses followed suit behind them as well.

The elderly man rushed to the bed, along with the elderly woman.
“Doctor, what happened to my daughter?” his baritone voice fumed with rage.

“Sir, please calm down a bit.” The doctor interceded with him. When she noticed heʼd relaxed normally, she continued speaking. “Sir, this lady here was involved in a tragic rape incident this evening. She was brought in here by her colleagues, but by the time they arrived she had lost a lot of blood, so a blood transfusion test had to be taken. Luckily for her, this young man here volunteered to donate on her behalf.” The doctor finalized her explanation, and then she pointed at me.

The elderly man turned to face me and looked at me for a while, with tears welling up in his eyes.

“Thank you very much, my son.”
“It’s my pleasure, sir.”
“God bless you abundantly.” He spoke with sadness laced in his tone. “Whoever did something as evil as this to my daughter, it shall never be well with them. It shall never work well for them. I curse whosoever it is with my aging grey hair and with the pains of a father that their life shall never know peace, they shall be miserable all their days on earth!”

“Amen!” Divine and the elderly woman chorused together.

“Sir, please take it easy,” the doctor tried comforting him. “Iʼm sure she will be fine.”
The elderly man eased up and managed to relax himself, and then the doctor turned to the elderly lady beside him.

“Are you her mother ma?”
“I am her step-mother.” The lady replied.
“In that case, sir and ma, I would like to have a word with the both of you in my office.” She announced. “Including you two,” she pointed to me and Divine.

Instantly, we all followed after the doctor as she led the way to her office. When we got there, we were offered seats to sit on, but Divine and I insisted on standing, while Deborah’s parents took their seats.

The doctor commenced. “I have good news and bad news.”

“What is the good news, doctor?” Deborah’s father asked anxiously.
“The good news is that your daughter is alive, and she will be well with time.”
“And the bad news?” Deborah’s step-mother inquired.

“The bad news is; she is in a coma as we speak, and…” The doctor paused.
“And what, doctor?”

“And there is a possibility that she might not be able to walk . . . temporarily.”
“Jesus!!” Deborah’s step-mother exclaimed out of shock.
“What do you mean, doctor?” Deborah’s father asked, fuming.

“What I mean to say is that, according to the results of our tests, it seems to appear that whoever was involved in the rape of your daughter had manhandled her brutally and forcefully. She appears to have been hit by a vehicle, probably a car or something else that fractured her bones in the process. She would heal with time, hopefully, but I cannot guarantee that sheʼd walk properly for a while.” The doctor concluded her explanation.

To say we were more than shocked was a complete understatement after listening to the doctor’s words. I in particular, could not believe my ears. I was left in utter shock. Deborah’s father broke down in tears. The elderly woman and the doctor consoled him.
After a while, we returned back to the ward room. The doctor prescribed some drugs for me and urged me to take them when I return home, but I insisted on staying. I couldn’t leave Deborah in that condition.

“My son, you have done more than enough today. I appreciate your good deeds and your concern over my daughter but you need to rest. Remember you donated blood and you need adequate rest. Please, on my behalf, do return home.” Deborah’s father pleaded with me. I hesitated to leave, but he urged me further. I ended up left with no choice than to budge.

Deborah’s father’s driver drove Divine and I back to our various hostels. When I returned home, after narrating the whole ordeal to my roommates, they sympathised with me with words of encouragement. I managed to have my meal coupled with the drugs the doctor prescribed for me, and just as I intended to go to bed, a text message notified on my phone from an unknown number.

With curiosity, I clicked on the WhatsApp message and it read:

“If you think she is innocent, ask her where she went to tonight when she recovers. I know she told u she went to church, right?
Well, look at these pictures and play this video, and you will find out the truth.”……………..

SISTER DEBORAH 💝💖

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 séx 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 séx 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 r@ped? 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.

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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?”

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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…………..

Tbc