Chapter 13: Chapter 13

Chapter 13 Interrogation War

When grandma picked up the phone it was the voice of a police wanting to speak with Brian. She handed the phone over to Brian and it was about him returning to California for mandatory questioning. He was going to return upon grandma’s advice and nothing short of that. Hurriedly he put himself in order for his trip back home. He wanted to take Mr. Biscuit along but on the contrary he didn’t want grandma to be alone while he was away.

It was later that day that it dawned on him to inform Ella about his trip to California for police interrogation, also to show off his new pet, Mr. Biscuit. He called on Mr. Biscuit and they dashed out to Ella’s flat, which was not too far from the apple orchard. When they sprinted to her apartment, she was nowhere to be found, neither she nor her man. Brian peeped into her apartment yet saw no sign of life in there. He resolved to return home when Mr. Biscuit squealed and Brian caught hold of Mr. Biscuit jumping around at the apple orchard. When he advanced further, he beheld Ella down with her man. At once Mr. Biscuit ran to home. Brian watched as Ella and her man hurriedly pulled out of their clothes, kissing hungrily and touching each other impatiently. Their basket which was full of apples lay by the corner and he perceived they were harvesting some apples before they were possessed with sex. He squeezed Ella’s firm buttocks ruggedly as he ran his lips down to her breast, belly button and ate into her. He aided Ella to the ground, buried himself between her legs and started off slowly. Ella clutched her legs round his waist, and her hands round his neck. Like a Ferrarri car about to speed off, he gained momentum and started pounding hard into her, with the clap-clap sound echoing in the air. Ella moaned what would have been her quest for mercy and help. She resulted to shouting on the top of her voice and worst still in Mexican; something that Brian struggled to understand.

As Brian watched on, Kate registered in his head. He had a walk, almost toppling on his way.

Ella moaned on.

Upon beholding Brian and a macho man walk into the sitting room after Mr. Coleman had opened the door, Mrs. Coleman ran to him with a warm embrace, staring at the macho man for explanation. “Who is he?” asked Mrs. Coleman, glaring at the heavily built figure from head to toe.

“Granny got me a body guard,” replied Brian.

“Body guard?” Mrs. Coleman winked, “Did you tell him you were out to fight a night walker. How have you been doing son? You look skinny. What has grandma been giving you that sucked your pounds?” Mrs. Coleman asked, opening his eyes this time, and stroking his hair this other time, stroking his hair and hugging her. She was all over Brian, asking him all the questions she hadn’t asked before and feeding him with the happenings in the hood since he left. “Do you know a kid was shot point black few nights ago. The police are yet to find the shooters. Government is thriving in cutting down gun violence and its menace yet it seems the worst disaster is yet to break out.”

“Do you know the kid?” asked Brian receiving from his mother the fresh doughnut she just baked.

Mr. Coleman made himself a plate of flakes. “Is not anybody you know not Kate not Tony,” he added.

“That reminds me. You never phoned to ask about Kate,” said Mrs. Coleman.

“Is that the reason police invited me?” asked Brian, looking away from his mother and to his father.

“Hell no but - ”

Mrs. Coleman cut in, “Her parents say you are implicated in their missing gold watch and CCTV tape.” She fetched Brian some flakes and sat with him.

Mr. Coleman joined them soon and a round table discussion ensued. “Did you do it?” he questioned calmly.

“Hello no, I am not that feckless. What am I going to do with a gold watch and a tape? Can they give me a spare life?” Brian replied bluntly.

“That’s not what I asked. I mean did you bathe naked with Kate?” he emphasized with a long sigh.

Brian was stared out by them. A hush silence hung over them briefly. They stared at Brian for a response. Mrs. Coleman wished it would be negative because a night ago she had argued with her husband over Brian not having the guts to do that. Mr. Coleman had disagreed with her with the fact that Brian was a kid that had secrets and kept a private life. He was their unpredictable son.

Mrs. Coleman followed Brian’s lips with her stares, “Yes I did,” replied Brian confidently.

“I told you,” said Mr. Coleman to his wife in rage. He stood up.

“Come on dad, you can’t be quick to judge me by the color of my ass. Why don’t you hear me out before jumping into conclusion.” Brian was red at once.

“You know the man in your name implies patience,” said Mrs. Coleman, “Won’t you be patient enough to hear our son out since you are not the jury or the hangman,” she said to her husband looked unto Brian and demanded, “Details, son.”

“On the night of the party,” said Bran, feeling the tears dropping in his heart, “I ran into Kate heavily drunk,” he said being careful with his words not to mention Tony. He was just about saving his ass and not Tony’s. In the end if they would trap Tony down fine and good but right now it was about saving his head. “I tried to wash her in the shower when she threw up on me. I was confused and thoughtless at the time. It was then I took off my cloths and washed at once. I never knew the camera was recording. I never did it to hurt anyone. I never staged it,” said Brian, noticing the might and courage building on his shoulders.

“Tomorrow, you’re going to answer the police just exactly that,” said Mrs. Coleman, holding unto his hand firmly.

“Can I ask you a question son?” asked Mr. Coleman. Have you been admiring Kate? Are you in love with her?”

Brian gazed upon his father with dismal face.