Chapter 28: Chapter 28

Chapter 28 More War Loomed On~

Kate’s sex tape had leaked to the public. It was glaring all over social media and the internet. Mr. Fanny was out to buy fuel when he was briefed on the news making the round about a female student whose sex tape got leaked earlier today. Little did he know they were talking about his daughter. When he drove home he sat down pretty damn quick to read the news of the leaked sex tape on the internet when Kate’s identity popped up. She was smiling next to the headline; Teenager’s Sex Tape With Anonymous Partner leaks,” Mr. Fanny had gone ahead to read the news and view the five minute video; the anonymous partner made Kate who was heavily drunk to lay on her back while he penetrated her gradually with his penis and caressed her breasts. He logged into his social media accounts to be bewildered by his sight; the video had spread like flu with over a hundred thousand likes and eighty thousand comments in less than twelve hours. A varying number of the comments castigated the bad parenting and lackadaisical attitude of her parents, Mr. Fanny had swallowed hard, sitting down to peruse through some of the comments that poked his heart. He surfed through diverse internet platforms and handlers to investigate the source of the leak but all ended in water being poured on a rock.

Mrs. Fanny had cried a river upon seeing Kate walk into the house. Seeing the huge smile that hung on Kate’s face, she guessed Kate was still in the dark about the leaked sex tape. Mr. Fanny’s face was heavy as he sat at the fire place, getting warmth against the winter that started few days ago. He was at his silence observing as Kate persistently questioned her mother the reason for the tears and soberness that hung over everyone. Mrs. Fanny was in no mood to utter a word neither was Mr. Fanny. Kate’s aunt sat at her spot and smoked with a great appetite as she too was in no spirit to unveil the dragon’s fire; news about the leak.

Just then Kate’s phone buzzed and she paused to check it, her face next to the caption; Teenager’s Sex Tape With Anonymous Lover Leaks,” popped up. She read I between the lines and scrolled to the video to view self in an unconscious love making she could not relate with. Inquisitive, she looked up to her auntie’s drawn face and Mr. Fanny’s mood that blew hot, and then her mother’s cry-baby display; and she was down for the count to hide it. She just knew what was playing on the host here. At first she started off with a grin, feeling the heaviness of a truck laden with goods so much to bear that surging up the hill ended in a backward driving and then she smiled like a kid given an immediate provision of his needs before she smashed her phone on the floor and booed a cry that plunged the three of them to rush to her at once. She jerked a maddening cry with her nostrils heavily runny and her heart skipping irregularly. They quickly took her to her room and administered sweet words to her.

Mr. Fanny had stayed back in the sitting room retracing his steps, considering his trail, scanning through his mind to know if he stepped on any toes, in the course of his daily life and hustle. All the hustle he executed as a civil servant he had done it without blow up bridges. He could not recall pushing anyone to the wall to make his family deserve the devil’s shoe.

Knee jerk reaction! Fred arrived and Mr. Fanny hounded with questions, “You would fain tell me all I need to know about what befell my honor and family reputation.”

“I am a police detective and not a seer,” replied Fred. “I can’t be everywhere at once. Your daughter’s sex tape is booming the internet industry.”

“But she was drunk. Someone is out-and-out to hurt her, to trample on us.”

“Fred dragged a smile, gazing upon, Mr. Fanny who just lit a cigar smoking nervously, “That same someone doesn’t want a romance to hold and doesn’t want to call it a quit.”

Mr. Fanny poured coffee, “Coffee?” he obliged Fred and he accepted with a shake of the head.

He handed him his order and smoked on.

“Kate has two lovers,” said Fred, having his first sip.

“The anonymous hand caressing her breasts in the leak is white, and her two lovers are white,” Fred stopped to wonder briefly. Only Brian has been implicated in the naked shower bath with her.”

So could it be Brian?” suggested Fred, smacking his lips to draw the last butt of his cigar.

“Perhaps everyone under the sun is a suspect. One of her lovers is the devil’s page boy and the other is cool headed.” He sipped at his coffee and sighed, “There is only one solution to this,” he guessed.

Mr. Fanny pulled a tough face in expectant of the solution.

“The camera in her room, which was blanked. The perpetrator did it on the night of the party, and had planned to open the wound in a day as this. More doors have been pulled down since Brian migrated to Miami?”

“Could he be the one? Are we inviting him?” inquired Mr. Fanny rolling his tongue and feeling like to smoke yet further but he had exhausted his last pack.

“It doesn’t call for that yet. Evil is closer than our breath. Even if we invite him you don’t expect him to give you a positive response. Although I suspect he has true love for Kate.”

“How do you mean?” asked Mr. Fanny, believing he had bitten the bullet about Kate finding the love of her life like every other young girl, but it would be a true love; a skin deep love that would put ice on her shoulders once again.

“I am a man you are a man likewise Brian. We have blood in our systems and not ice cream. If you were in his shoes to bathe a dashing girl like Kate would you have slept with her after the bathe?”

Mr. Fanny who had been in the doldrums shook his head in agreement and said, “Frankly speaking, I would have eaten the fruit between her legs as a man with heavy penis down there.”

“But Brian didn’t eat her in the shower although I am not sure what went on in the missing camera planted in her room. But his eyes breathe true love when I interrogated him and your daughter is charmingly in love with Tony. This is my prove.” He showed him photos of Tony and Kate about the other day in the Chevrolet. “Mad love in the car. The lovebirds couldn’t afford a hotel.”

“Mr. Fanny gazed at it and grinned. “Could he be the one then?” he asked.

“Until proven?” he said, shook hands with him, “For now keep your family tight while I shake the tree.”

“God speed,” said Mr. Fanny drifting to the window to watch Fred drive out of sight. He brought out his phone to watch the sex tape again and when the anonymous hand advanced to caress her breasts, he shut his eyes in shame.

More war loomed on.