Trigger warning: Mature/Violent scenes ahead.

The sizzle of the meat being fried filled the small kitchen as Ada flipped the undone meat over in the frying pan. She then returned to the novel she was reading while leaning on a wall. She smiled, visualizing the contents of the romantic novel in her hands and gazed at the reflection of the moon through the kitchen window.

The creaking of the front door broke her from her train of thought and she straighted the creases on her blue gown hurriedly. She walked towards the living room and stopped on her tracks on sighting her father storming into the house, his eyes puffy and red and his left hand slurrily dropping an empty bottle on the ceramic floor with a loud thud.

"Ada, where is my dinner?" He yelled, obvilous that she was standing rooted few metres away from him.

Ada swallowed bits of saliva before she replied,"It's not ready yet Papa, I was waiting for you to arrive so we could---"

A smack landed on her right cheek and before she could respond, another slap was imprinted on her left cheek. Ada screamed and tried to cover her face, but that seemed to provoke her father even more and he sent a barrage of slap across her face.

"What is my food not prepared yet? What kind of daughter are you? I sweat daily to provide food for this house and this is how you repay me? I am not surprised, like mother like daughter. Too bad, she died of cancer. I hope you can inherit that from her." He spat, voicing each syallabe with disgust.

"Papa, you can insult me all you want. But don't involve mama into it." Ada responded slowly, tears welling in her eyes.

"Is that how I trained you? You are talking back at your father? I will deal with you mercilessly this night." He barked as he marched towards her with quick meancing strides.

Ada screamed reflexively and began to race towards her room without looking back, she could still hear her father's stomps which were closer and louder with each second that flew by. She was about to place a hand on the door knob when suddenly her hair was yanked backward, throwing her off balance and her head hit the cold tiles first before her entire body landed on the floor. Her eighteen year old body throbbed with pain.

"I am sorry, Papa." Ada begged profusely, raising her head slightly.

"It's too late to apologize now!" Her father yelled as he grabbed her legs and dragged her body into her bedroom. Ada wailed and kicked but nothing productive came out of it.

Her body landed on a soft surface and she shrieked on seeing it was her bed. She covered her searing hot face with her arms and curled herself into a ball on her bed. Her hand was forcefully removed from her face and her father began raining punches on her cheeks.

She sobbed endlessly but her father seemed to be enjoying himself as the punches increased tremendously. Her eyes were closed while she cried so she didn't notice her father taking off his shirt, trouser and boxers before he moved towards her. When she opened her eyes, her vision was filled with a large meat rod, oozing with slimy fluid and frightening engorged veins all over the shaft. It took time for Ada to process the situation that her father's penis was hovering over her face.

She screamed loudly and tried to stand up but her hands are pinned over her head on the bed.

"Papa, please don't do this. You promised you would stop doing this. " Ada pleaded.

A large hand was placed on her quivering lips and she wept louder. She heard the ripping apart of her gown and underwear and she shook her head violently. She tried to push him away with her legs but they were spread open by her father's hip.

"Please.....dad....I.....am..... begging....you.." Ada muffled. Her father paused for a moment, his face conturing pain and disappointment. Then he thrusted into her, burying himself deep into her, causing her to scream from the abrupt invasion. She thrashed beneath her father as he suckled on her small breast, flicking and biting her nipples simultaneously. Grabbing at her hair, her father began to increase his pace and pants , Ada was disgusted with the look of euphoria on his face even with the tears clouding her eyes.

In the midst of the forced intercourse, her father managed to plant his lips on hers, filling it with his saliva.

Ada jolted awake screaming, sweat bathing her entire body. She flung her duvet aside and embraced herself. The nightmare that shook her for fifteen years still had a traumatizing effect on her. She reached for an object on the lamp stand and relief washed into her bones as she swallowed her drugs.

She stared at the grey clock on the wall and her face fell instantly. She then proceeded to the bathroom for a quick shower. She turned on the facuet and began screaming. She looked at her naked body with disgust, it was bruised and violated by her own biological father. He didn't see her as a human being, but a soul to satisfy his lust and pleasure.

Ada turned off the tap, her body dripping wet and reached for a towel. She mopped her body, trying to persuade herself that everything was alright. She opened her closet and picked up a transparent black shirt and blue jeans to match. She wore them in a jiffy and picked up her car keys, she looked at her room which was scattered with feminine products and scratched her head. She strode out and scrunched her nose in disgust on seeing the unpleasant sight in the kitchen, dirty plates filling the sink and flies swarming around them. She exhaled deeply and walked out of her apartment.

She drove with speed and energetic vigour, reluctant to listen to the traffic rules. On reaching the station, she opened the car door, removed her car keys and placed it in her jeans pocket.

She checked her wristwatch and mumbled a prayer. She was about to ascend the stairs that led to the main door of the police station but paused on seeing Kola pacing back and forth on the stairs as if expecting someone.

"Good morning Ada." Kola said, fiddling with a bottle of coke and scotch egg in his arms.

Ada feigned ignorance and placed her mobile phone on her ear, pretending to be receiving a important call. She then proceeded to walk ahead gallantly but he grabbed her wrist without warning and drew her closer to himself.

"Ada, what is it? Can't you at least treat me like a colleague? What's going on with you?" He inquired, his grip on her hand tighter.

"I have work to do, Kola so I would really appreciate it if you can let go of my hand." Ada responded, trying hard to avoid melting at his bulging muscles that once felt attractive.

"Have you eaten?" He suddenly asked.

"Yes I have eaten, now let me go!" Ada replied nonchalantly, squeezing her face in irritation. She struggled to remove his firm grip and succeeded, she was about to mount the stairs when her stomach grumbled. Her legs became jelly and she chewed on her lips. She tried to cover her face with her palm in embarrassment but it ended in fruitless vain.

"Take this and eat. I don't know why you keep forgetting to eat breakfast. Today is saturday and it should be an exception but instead you are starving yourself deliberately." Kola chuckled, holding out the bottle of coke and a nylon of scotch egg.

"Thank you!" Ada replied slowly.

"And if there's anything bothering you, you can talk to me. I am here for you as a friend." He continued, patting her shoulders in encouragement.

"Thank you once again," She replied, wishing he could leave her sight. The sign of happiness and euphoria was visible on his face and it left a trail of goosebumps itching all over her body.

"Ada, I think you didn't check yourself at all before leaving home. The color of your bra is so visible. Is that the one I got you for Christmas last year? It's still so sexy on you." Kola grinned, extending his arms towards her shirt.

"Shut it!" Ada shouted as she walked away, her face flushed. She couldn't deny the fact that she liked his perverted words but her ego and pride kept making an obstacle.

She gripped the door knob of her office and twisted it till it opened. She strode into her office and briskly arranged the files on her desk. She was about to spray the office with an air freshener but stopped on seeing Imade enter the office with her daughter who was wearing a pink sleeveless gown.

"Good morning detective, I came to drop my daughter, Sade. Her friends would visit you during the week. " Imade smiled and walked out of the office without intending to hear a response.

"She's busy." Sade explained, taking a seat.

"I understand. I want you to be calm, this is just an investigation, see it as a mere conversation and put your mind at ease. I'll ask you some questions if that's fine with you." Ada smiled sweetly.

Ada opened her desk drawers and brought out a pen and paper.

"What's your full name?" Ada questioned, drumming her fingers on the desk.

" Sade Johnson." Sade replied.

"Where were you on the 14th of February at 8pm?" Ada continued.

"I was at home." Sade responded hurriedly

"I heard that you are one of Bimbo's best friend. Do you hold any grudges against her." Ada finally asked, leaning into her chair.

"I didn't kill her!" Sade exclaimed suddenly.

"I never said you killed her. I am just asking basic questions." Ada explained, rubbing her aching eyes.

"Then why are you interrogating me with such questions? You think I am a murderer. I am just a teenager!" Sade yelled.

Ada laughed softly before replying,"How do you expect me to believe you aren't a murderer if you keep talking like that? Just answer the question."

"Bimbo was my best friend." Sade whispered, bowing her head.

"You are avoiding the question. Don't make me repeat myself." Ada replied sternly. She had a gut feeling that she was hiding something.

Sade suddenly raised her head, her robust cheeks was wet with tears.

"I liked Bimbo and hated her at the same time!" Sade confessed finally.