"32 missed calls!?" I exclaimed as I picked up my phone early that morning.
My worry bar went all red when I realized it was barely 5.24am and just one number had called those numerous times- Dr Leo.
I called him back immediately, "Detective, please come to my house right away", he said and before I could say a word he hanged up the phone. I got out of the bed, washed my face and brushed as fast as I could and made way out. Dr. Leo's house is downtown, so it was gonna be 40minutes tops ride to get to him.
I got to his abode, and unlike the usual honking and near interview session before getting admitted inside, the gates were left wide opened. I was making my way through to the visitors' park when I sighted him from his balcony making some gesticulations to me implying that I come park right at the facade.
I got into the house, and went straight to the penthouse where Dr Leo was seated amidst tears with a glass of whiskey.
"Doc sorry my phone was on silent and it wasn't by... ", "it's okay Tim" he cuts in. "Tim, my daughter, my only daughter Alice got raped under my roof, and up until now she has refused to talk to anyone. She's been in her room since yesterday evening and wouldn't open the door for anyone".
"Can I try and see if I can talk to her? ". He makes a go ahead gesture while taking a sip from his glass.
As I make my way down the stairs towards her room, I could see Mark(Dr Leo's nephew) in the kitchen. Mark was a young boy in his late teens who was done from high school but yet to get into college.
"Alice! Alice!! Alice!!!" I called out while knocking on her door. "okay, it's Uncle Tim, could you just open up please? I know you are in there and trust me I'm not leaving until you open up the door. Please open up Alice.. " I repeated this cycle of speech for about 20 minutes, when I finally saw the knob turn and I got it.
There she was, quivering with her eyes swollen. She lost her voice and strength totally due to vehement crying. Alice was very tall, light skinned and beautiful as can be. She was in her mid teens.
"Crying over and over again won't reverse the situation my dear, you just have to talk to someone. You need to trust me Alice".I said as I locked the door and sat by her on the bed. "What happened to you Alice? "
"I... I... ", she heaves a sigh. "I've always loved being around Mark, because he is the only person who is close to being my age in the house. So two days back after having dinner, as usual I went to Mark's room. My parents had gone to our house in Veston with our house maid, aunty Bukky.
We talked, played, danced a little to some tunes, but there was something strange about Mark that evening. He kept asking if aunty Bukky was going to spend the night at Veston as well or she'd be back. I told him I had no idea and even asked him if they both had secret plans, he just laughed mischievously and said "nay".
I was dressed in my night wear at that time cause sleep was calling already. I laid down on the bed while he was still watching TV.
Next thing he came and laid beside me, he started holding me and cuddling in a very weird manner. When I asked him if he was okay, he told me he was cold. I threw him the sweat shirt that was lying at the edge of the bed side sofa. I don't even know if he wore it... " she pauses and sniffs.
"All I know is that Mark got his hands on my breasts, forcing his lips against mine. I struggled, I shouted, but we had the habit of sleeping with loud music; so the neighbours couldn't hear a thing.
He overpowered me, and...and... " she bursts into tears. "Uncle Tim I just wanna die, I wanna die". I held her close to my bosom. "it's okay my dear, lemme talk to Mark". "Kill him Uncle, kill him! I don't ever wanna see him again ". "I'll be right back", I said as I made my way out of the room.
I head towards the kitchen wing where I saw Mark. "Hello Uncle Tim", he called from behind as he tries to open his room. "Oh! hey Mark, been looking for you".
He let's me into his room. As he sat down, I stood up and locked his door.
"Have you tried asking Alice what the problem is?", I asked while I made walks to the sofa. "Nay, she's been in there since yesterday evening and wouldn't wanna talk to anyone",he said hurriedly. I chuckled. "Yesterday morning you mean? Just after you forced yourself on her? Listen son, no one gets to hear about this. Tell me everything I've gotta know.
"Uncle Tim, I'm so so sorry, I really regret my actions and I wish I never went into Dad's room that fateful day, I wish he actually asked someone else to do the job". "You mean doctor's room? What has that got to do with this? " I asked with utter curiosity.
"About a month ago, Dad asked me to tidy up his room, just after the gas man had finished refilling the AC. While I was still in the room, I ran into some DVDs and magazines with matured contents. Out of my curiosity, I carried a few of them.
There was this one time I was watching and aunty Bukky came into my room and before I could turn it off she said I should leave it, and we watched together.
We used to watch it almost every night. So one night she told me we'd practise every bit of what we watched, I was so excited. Just when I got my clothes off and she too had hers off, the call bell rang, and she had to leave in order to attend to Mum. Finally she agreed she will teach me everything we had watched the night prior to the day they travelled to Veston.
So very early in the morning she gave me something to drink, telling me it would make me to act like a professional throughout the session, little did we know she was travelling alongside Doctor and Mommy.
So when they left I started reacting to the concoction aunty Bukky gave me, I had an erection and Alice was just the only person I could see Uncle, and at that point I totally lost control of myself.
Uncle Tim if only I wasn't the one that cleaned up Dad's room that day... If only Uncle Tim, if... ". "Do you have an idea of what Bukky gave you to drink that day? " "No Uncle, it was just bitter and..". "That's okay", I cut in.
I returned back to the penthouse where Dr Leo was, by this time the wife came up to join him. "Doc can I speak to you in private?"
We moved to the balcony of his room. "Doc you have to be calm right now and promise me you won't freak out." He promised he'd be calm and I took the keys to his room and locked us out. We sat at the balcony as I told him all Alice had said to me.
Dr Leo at this point was fuming in anger, I could see the devil in his eyes buffing up to devour Mark. "One more thing doc... ",he looked at me keenly. "Mark too had his story".
After going through Mark's story, Dr Leo was in tears. "Oh, look how I've destroyed my home. I too have my story Detective", he said as I looked at him in total bewilderment.
"Earlier this year, my wife and I started having issues with respect to our sex life. As a matter of fact she stopped having sex with me. I literally had to be forcing my wife to have sex with me.
After asking over and over again what the issue was, towards last month end, she told me I couldn't satisfy her sexual needs any longer, and that each time we had sex I'd take her up into the clouds and leave her there to gravity's free fall.
In her words, "Leo, your sexual skills are outdated, you barely turn me on, you have a lot of work to do! Up your game honey!! "
With frustration I went in search of all adult content materials; magazines, DVDs and the likes. All these I did just to make my sex life better, and our marriage in extension. We would go through the videos together as well as the prints.
Our sex life at some point became better. I had my groove back. Even our trip to Veston was sexually inspired. It was still in a bid to have a mind-blowing sexual escapade. Tim, if only I controlled those materials, this episode wouldn't have been. Look how I've destroyed my home".
"Honey, I have a confession too", Mrs Leo said faintly from the room. It's obvious she's been eavesdropping. I opened the door to the balcony for her. I had to stand for her to sit.
"Honey the truth is our sexual life, I mean your sexual prowess didn't actually come as a result of the porn videos or magazines." "How do you mean?", Dr Leo asked looking all confused.
"There was a day I actually needed someone to engage in a woman-woman talk, and the only person that came through at that point was Bukky. I discussed about your sexual dysfunction and how we've been making efforts to make things better.
That was how she told me about "Buranta", a locally made concoction she knows that's being prepared in her village. I ordered Bukky to get Buranta to us here in any possible way and she did. Buranta was mixed in all your meals and juice.
I asked her to keep the 10litres she brought in her custody and be taking from it, as I never wanted you to have an idea about it. That was even the main reason I had to take her with us to Veston, because she was the one that knew the most appropriate proportion to be added in meals.
I never knew Bukky would stoop so low to get involved with Mark, after all. I never knew..." she said amidst tears.
"Buranta! That's what she gave Mark", I said.
"What? Bukky!!! " Dr Leo yelled. As soon as she got to the balcony, "What concoction did you give to Mark?" Dr and Mrs Leo asked in chorus.
"Bu... Bu... Buranta",she stammered.
At once, Dr Leo gets up, walks me down to where I parked my car. "Thank you so much Detective. I have a house to put in order".
"I'm always at your service Doc. So you should know the devil that needs to be cast out of your home; Buranta, the adult materials, Bukky or Mike...
Have a lovely day sir" I said with my hands stretched out for a handshake. What a firm handshake it was from Dr Leo.
Oops, it's 11.48am and I have a flight for 12.30pm to catch. I quickly zoomed off in my Camaro, headed for the airport.
We are in a world where people don't really pay attention to details. This is gradually becoming a menace in the society. Should you ever procure materials with ADULT CONTENT, it should be managed properly and shouldn't get into the reach of individuals below the age rating. Who knows, we might be building a better society from this little act of carefulness.
Have a lovely day Steemians
