CHAPTER 25: CHAPTER 25

"You were the one touching me. You were even the one that said I should sit up, that you wanted to adjust. The next thing is you pulling my skirt. I was not even in the mood, but you aroused me," she said.

"Yes, I did it, I initiated it, so what? Why must you moan? She noticed after she heard you moan," I said.

"So I should shut up and not moan when a big rod is inside me, right? Let’s stop this argument, please. It’s your fault, not mine," she said.

"Are you with any money here?" I asked her.

"The one you gave me to keep for you?" she replied.

"Just tell me you don’t have, simple. What’s your problem?" I yelled at her.

"What are you going to do with money?" she asked.

"To eat it, fool. I can see you like the gown you are wearing," I said.

My dick was busy dangling from left to right as I was walking faster. I got to a shop selling clothes and entered.

"Sorry, I need clothes," I said, covering my dick.

"Hey! Leave this place. I don’t attend to crazy people," the shopkeeper shouted at me.

"What’s this insult about! I’m not crazy. Armed robbers stormed our house and we managed to escape, that’s why we are like this. Please, we are not crazy," I said.

"You sure?" he asked.

"Stop asking unnecessary questions and just give me clothes, let me cover myself," I said.

"For free or are you buying?" he asked.

"Do I look poor to you? I’m buying it. I need a nice shirt, white singlet, jeans, and shoes," I said.

I could see shock written on his face. Is he thinking that I’m a poor guy? If not for this witch beside me, what am I doing here? I don’t walk on the street, much less buy clothes in a shop like this.

He went inside, selected a nice complete outfit, and came back.

"How much are all these?" I asked.

"But wait, where will you get the money you will give me? I can see your boxers don’t have a pocket," he said.

"Quinn, are you with anything?" I asked.

"Yes, I’m with my phone," she replied.

"OK, we will do a transfer. So how much is all?" I asked.

"Shirt $30. Singlet $10. Shoe $75. Jeans $50," he replied.

"Add a cap too. Quinn, are you not buying?" I asked.

"That’s what I’m thinking," she said.

"Continue thinking, you better come and buy clothes," I said.

I collected the clothes, wore them there, and waited for Quinn as she started selecting clothes. After she’s done, she paid the shopkeeper through transfer, and we continued our journey.

"So where are we going now?" she asked.

"To the station," I replied.

"To the station? To do what?" she asked.

"You like stressing me with questions. Where do you want us to go? That’s the only safe place to go. At least to get your mom released. And besides, we might meet Dad there and settle the matter with the police," I said.

"I think that’s a good idea. So you have sense like this," she said, smiling.

"So are you trying to say I don’t have sense before?" I asked, turning to her.

"No, can’t someone joke with you again?"

"Besides, if you had had sense, would you have sex with me in the car? Someone that has sense wouldn’t do that," she said.

I stopped, looked at her for a while, and continued walking.

As we were getting closer, my heart started vibrating, beating faster and faster.

We got to the gate. I peeped inside and saw my dad, mom, and other guys outside. My stepmom was kneeling down, begging my dad to forgive her.

I threw the cap away and walked in along with Quinn. Getting closer, we dropped to our knees and started crying, which drew their attention.

My dad tried to rush me, but luckily for me, the cops caught hold of him.

We continued crying, begging him for forgiveness.

"Even if you cry blood out, I will never forgive you or even accept you as my son again," he yelled at me.

"Arrest him, torture him very well," he ordered.

"Dad, please, I’m sorry," I begged.

"You must be very stupid for calling me Dad," he replied.

"It’s the work of the devil," I said.

"Devil kill you there. It’s the devil that is doing it, right? Don’t let me kill you with my bare hands now," he said.

"Inspector, what are you still waiting for? Drag him inside the cell. Put him in the worst cell. And for you, Maya, you are going back to your father’s house, along with your evil daughter," Dad said, entering his car.

"Don’t leave me, Dad!" I shouted in tears as he drove out with reckless abandon. I shouted and shouted but he couldn’t stop.

"What did you do to your dad?" one officer asked. I ignored him and continued crying.

"Will you shut up and stop making noise. A big boy like you is crying like a kid. Who knows what evil you committed, children of nowadays," the one behind me said.

"Get up and follow me!" another one commanded.

"To where?" I asked, looking up at him.

"Home. Come on, follow me. You are going to a cell as your dad said."

"Are you OK? What did he do?" the inspector asked, folding his hands.

"You are here when his dad said we should put him in a cell and torture him," he replied.

"Put him in a cell and torture him, for doing what? What was his reason? Did he accuse him of anything?" the inspector asked.

"But..."

"But what? He said we should put him in a cell for doing what? I’m sorry, sir."

Maya had gone, maybe she ran after my father’s car the time he drove off. Other guys have disappeared.

"Joshua!" The DPO shouted my name.

I looked and saw him standing at the main door entrance.

"Let’s see in my office," he said.

"OK, sir," I replied, sitting up to my feet.

I wiped my tears and followed him. We got to his office and sat down.

"I was surprised seeing your dad in that mood. What happened? Is it because you arrested his wife? Just tell me... what did you do?" he asked.

"I wouldn’t have told you this, but I have to. You see, what happened is that... I... I... I had sex with my stepsister. Yes, I know it’s very wrong. I knew it even when it was about to happen. I couldn’t control myself at the moment. I tried as much as possible, but I couldn’t," I said.

"You know it’s an abomination? Even though she’s not your blood, your dad paid her mom’s bride price, making her his daughter and your sister as well."

"The deed has been done. The next step is to settle the matter. I would like to know what’s on your mind. What are you planning to do at this moment?" he asked.

"I don’t really know what to do. All I need now is his forgiveness. I don’t know what to do now," I said.

"So see what will happen. Hmm... find a comfortable place outside and sit. I will go with you," he said.

"OK, sir," I replied.

I sat up and took my leave. I came out and saw Quinn sitting outside. She sat up immediately she saw me.

"What did he say?" she asked, wiping her tears.

"He said he will help me beg Dad," I replied.

"I’m getting scared," she said.

"Scared of what?" I asked.

"Scared of going back with my mom. I don’t want to go with her. I’m sure your dad will never accept her back," she said.

"Don’t worry, everything is going to be alright. I guess you are hungry?" I asked.

"I’m not. I don’t want to eat," she said.

We stood inside, hanging around, waiting for the DPO.

After a few hours, which seemed like forever, he came out with two officers.

"Hey! Joshua!" He shouted my name.

"Sir!" I quickly responded.

"Come, let’s go," he said.

I stood up and Quinn followed me. We entered and sat at the back seat with him as the driver drove off.

"I will go in alone first and talk with him. The two of you will stay outside until I alert you to come. Can I have your mobile number?" he asked.

"I’m not with my phone here, it’s inside," I said.

"I’m with mine. Let me call my number," Quinn offered.

"It’s alright," the DPO said.

She called her number, and he collected it. We got to the mansion and came down. He went inside alone while we stood outside.

After an hour, Quinn’s phone rang, and she picked up.

Quinn: "Hello, sir."

DPO: "Tell Joshua to come inside."

Quinn: "OK, sir."

"Joshua, he said you can now come inside," she said.

"OK, thanks," I replied.

"Can I join you?" she asked with a pitiful face.

"Wait here first, let me settle with him first," I said.

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