My Sexcapedes Episode 16
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Lucy’s disappearance came days after having a family dinner with us in the house. My brother specifically invited her for dinner on a fateful Sunday.
Susan protested against the idea of hosting Lucy on a dinner but her husband insisted on otherwise.
That Saturday, he had to call us for a round table talk.
‘Susan, what problem do you have with Lucy, Steven’s girlfriend?‘, he asked.
‘She’s not good enough for him..’
‘How?’, my brother interrupted.
‘Lagos is not a place to get a good wife. I have known Lucy even before him. However, she’s not good for him. She’s a ‘Runs Girl’. We cannot let him marry a s|ut..’
‘Excuse me’, I had to interrupt Susan. ‘You are not on good terms with Lucy doesn’t give you the right to condemn her. After all, we all have our past..’
‘Steven shut up!’, she cut me short. ‘What do you think you know about Lucy? A green snake in the green grass..’
‘Look, I appreciate your concern’, I had to come in. ‘But I am in love with Lucy. Please stop telling me about her past. I wasn’t there. As a matter of fact, I love what I see now. So stop the hate’. I said, angrily.
‘All I have to say is that Lucy is a good and hardworking young lady. From my assessment of her so far, she will make a good wife for Steven. Besides, Steven is old enough to choose for himself.’ My brother said.
‘Honey, stop saying that. It’s an abomination for an elder to sit at home and watch the she-goat suffer the pain of childbirth tied to a tether. We have to guide his steps so that he wouldn’t make a mistake that he will live to regret’, Susan began, fighting for her selfish interest in disguise.’That girl is very rude. She has no respect and she lacks manners..’
‘Susan, when I wanted to marry you, I never allow anybody to tell me what to do. Thank God you know how my parents never wanted me to marry you. But I stood by my choice and made you my wife against all odds. So we should give them full support. We should encourage them.’ He paused. ‘I don’t like talking about the pasts of people because we all have our own pasts both good and bad.’ He stood up to go inside. ‘I am hosting that young lady tomorrow. Please Susan, make sure you put everything in place’, he said and turned to me. ‘Steven, I hope you told our wife that I am hosting her in my house tomorrow?’, he asked.
‘Yes, bro’, I replied.
‘And what was her reply?’, he asked me.
‘She will definitely honor the invitation, bro.’
‘Good’. He said and went upstairs.
We had a wonderful dinner that Sunday. My brother really welcomed Lucy like a queen. But of the truth, Susan wasn’t happy. If she had the chance, she would have po|soned Lucy that day. Although I know that Susan was not that wicked to the extent of taking someone’s life. But be that as it may, I warned Lucy to be very careful and I personally protected her like an egg that very day.
She enjoyed her day and went home. My brother gave her a token for fuel. I saw her off and she was very happy to meet my brother.
It was on the following Wednesday that Lucy went missing.
Lucy went to work that very day but she closed very late. I spoke to her on the phone after I had closed from work that day but she said that she had some work on her table to finish before going home. She complained that her car developed faults that morning. However, she couldn’t go to work with the car that day. I even offered to come pick her up whenever she was done but she declined my request insisting on taking a cab home. We had this discussion around 6:00 pm. After an hour or so, I called and her phone was off. I was very much worried because it’s unusual for her phone to be off.
The following morning I tried Lucy’s number but switched off still. I became very worried. Many bad thoughts were aimlessly racing through my mind. I was weak, so I couldn’t go to work that day. I had to lie that I was sick. I called Phyna but she told me that Lucy had not come to work. That she had tried her number severally but was switched off. My fear intensified. I tried calling Lucy’s mother but her number was not reachable. It was when I was about to leave for Lucy’s house I remembered that her mother traveled to the village. Lucy’s father was no more.
Lucy lost her father years ago to the w|cked hand of death. The man died a painful death. I remember when she was narrating the story of her father’s death to me, she cried bitterly despite the fact that it had been years since she lost him. The memory was green that day as she narrated to me how she walked into the intensive care unit and saw her father wailing and roiling in pain. How he was enduring raw, intrusive medical procedures against his wish. She said that at that moment, all she wanted to do was run, somewhere far, where her father’s cries wouldn’t reach her.
Lucy was an only child. Her father was her best friend, the only person who could love her even when she wasn’t lovable, the one who taught her the rules of living a simply and good life.
Her father died of multiple organ failure with blood and urinary infection. His kidneys, at some point, stopped functioning.
I went to Lucy’s house that day but it was locked. The security man confirmed to me that she hadn’t come home since yesterday. I had to go back home like one whose blood was drained off him. I prayed fervently that nothing should happen to her wherever she could be.
But before dawn, my fear came to pass. Lucy had gone missing. Phyna breaked the sad news to me via the phone.
I went home and attacked Susan like bees. I fought her violently. If not how heavy her pregnancy was, I would have gone physical on her. But I managed to control my anger. Susan denied not knowing Lucy’s whereabouts. That she had no hand in her missing. But I promised her that if at the end it happened she had a hand in it, that I would skin her alive.
With the help of my brother, we reported the matter to the police. Police swung into action. We also reported to radio and television stations and announcements were made every now and then. All social media platforms were on fire as the news went viral like a wildfire.
All hands were on deck.
We did everything possible best to keep the news away from Lucy’s mother, but blood’s thicker than water. She kept having that feeling that something was wrong with her daughter. To the extent she had to cut her journey short to come back to Lagos. In fact, she took everybody unaware. No one expected her to come back that soon. We had no option than to let her know that her daughter was missing. She slumped on hearing the news and was rushed to the hospital.
The first prime suspect that was arrested was Lucy’s Uber man. Kane. He was the last person she spoke with before her disappearance. Lucy’s call records were tracked with the help of the police and network providers.
After interrogation, Kane was not found guilty. He was innocent. Although he accepted to have spoken with Lucy but due to proximity at that moment, Lucy couldn’t wait for him. That he was at the Lekki when she called.
Kane was later granted bail while the search continued.
Lucy’s mother’s health was seriously deteriorating. The shock of her daughter’s missing affected her very badly.
“Are you sure Lucy is still alive? It’s been two months now,” she would ask me with moist eyes whenever I came around to check up on her.
“She will come home safely. She’s alive. You just have to be strong so that she will meet you alive whenever she comes back.,” I always assured her.
Her health was really failing her everyday by day. She looked tired and confused. She was diabetic, had high blood pressure and cholesterol. But we kept on managing her health and as well consoling her.
In the third month, Susan put to bed bouncing baby boys. Twins. Joy erupted in the atmosphere of our house. My brother threw in a very loud party. Among the large crowd that came to celebrate with us, I happened to be the only unhappy person. How can I be happy while the source of my happiness — Lucy — was nowhere to be found. Even the police were no longer making any effort again. It seemed like everyone had lost hope except me.
This Susan’s disappearance forced me step my foot into places i don’t supposed to go. I visited native doctors to no avail. I visited prophets and prophetesses all to no avail. All they did was to extort me and at the end nothing positive would come out.
I lost my job because of the trauma. Because it affected me psychologically. I hardly go to work, even when I manage to go, I don’t concentrate. So when the management could not take my excesses, they fired me.
At some point, I became habitually drunk almost every day just to save myself from the torment of Lucy’s thoughts.
I was in a beer parlor one morning when my phone rang. I looked and it was a strange number. I had to pick.
‘Hello, who’s this?’, I asked.
‘This, Stev?,’the caller asked with a trembling voice.
The voice was that of a little boy. He wasn’t good with English. But I managed to put my ears down to understand him. The network seemed very back.
‘Yes, I am Steven’, I replied.
‘Aunty Lucy body here’,he said.
‘Lucy’s body? Death or alive? Where?’, I asked all these questions almost at the same time.
‘An-n-unty’, he managed to say as the network was breaking.’Lu-c-c-cy..’
‘Hello! Hello!! Talk to me .Hello!!! I am hearing you’, I was answering without knowing that the call had ended for a long time, probably due to the network problem.
I tried calling the number back but was not reachable.
To Be Continued…
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