Yemisi

Ireti and I rushed into the police station, my heart pounding in my chest. The fluorescent lights above buzzed faintly, casting harsh shadows that only deepened my anxiety. We were directed to the investigator handling his case, and I braced myself.

"Please, I need to see him," I said, my voice barely steady.

The investigator looked at me, his expression impassive. "He doesn’t want to see anyone."

I flinched but held my ground. "Tell him it’s me," I begged, desperation thick in my throat.

He sighed, a cold look settling over his face. "He specifically doesn’t want to see you."

The words hit harder than I expected, but I couldn't stop now. "Is there conclusive evidence?" Ireti asked beside me, her voice calm but edged with tension.

The investigator nodded. "We’ve got plenty. He gave a full confession."

My breath caught in my throat. "He didn’t do it," I insisted, shaking my head as tears burned the back of my eyes. "He couldn’t have."

The investigator’s gaze softened for a moment. "I know you believe that, but unless he tells us who did or that person confesses, we don’t have much of a choice."

"Then let me stand as his witness," I blurted, grasping at straws. "I can help—"

Before I could finish, another officer leaned in to whisper something in the investigator’s ear. The man’s expression shifted, and he excused himself, disappearing through a door at the back of the room. A few agonizing minutes passed before he returned, holding a small recorder.

"Your brother wanted you to have this," he said, handing it to me. He led us to a private room, away from prying eyes, and motioned for us to listen.

I stared at the recorder in my hand, my fingers trembling as I pressed play. My heart thudded painfully in my chest as his voice, so familiar yet so foreign in its tone, filled the air.

"Yemisi, by the time you’re hearing this, you’re probably shocked and disappointed. I need you to know that everything the investigators have told you is true."

No. I wanted to scream, to throw the recorder across the room, but I couldn’t move. I couldn’t breathe.

"I couldn’t bear to see you suffer for something I did. You’re probably struggling to believe this, but let me explain."

I clenched the device tighter as his confession poured out.

"The day you slapped Alessia after sports practice, I overheard Pamela and Adediwura talking about her. That’s when I found out Alessia was our half-sister. She knew and was bullying you because of it."

I gasped, the memory of that day rushing back with painful clarity.

"I planned to confront her that Friday morning, to scare her into leaving you alone. But things got out of hand. She threatened to expose us, to expose Mom. I couldn’t let that happen." His voice faltered, but only briefly. "I knocked her out, then... then I stabbed her with a knife from the school kitchen."

My body went cold. My mind struggled to process what he was saying, but his voice continued, relentless.

"I tried to make it look like a suicide, but I didn’t do it right. So I left clues, leading to murder but making sure none of them pointed back to me. The CCTV cameras weren’t on until 7 a.m. I killed her at 6:43 a.m."

I pressed my hand to my mouth, stifling the sobs that threatened to spill out. I remembered that morning so clearly. He left early, telling me he had something important to do. And now I knew the horrific truth.

"Pamela’s death," he continued, his voice hollow, "I did that too. I shot her from a distance. Got the gun from a cult member. You don’t need to know who."

The recorder felt heavy in my hand, like it was burning my skin. My brother—my brother—had killed two people, and I had been completely blind to it all.

"Remember how we found Alessia’s diary in the jewelry box? I found it. I lied about that. I planted the idea to frame Mr. Bello. Everything was a cover-up."

My vision blurred with tears. Everything I thought I knew had been built on lies, carefully woven by the person I trusted most.

"Yemisi, I know you’ll want to tell Mom everything, but please—spare her the details. She doesn’t deserve to live with this. I’m ready to face the consequences. I just hope, in time, you can forgive me."

His voice broke at the end. "I love you, Yemisi. I’m so sorry."

The recording clicked off, leaving an unbearable silence in its wake. The weight of his words, his confession, pressed down on me until I thought I might suffocate.

I sat there, staring blankly at the recorder, as the truth settled in. Everything had changed. And there was no going back.

Author's Note
😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭
I can't believe Kayode did that
How could he
If my brother killed someone, I'd probably die of frustration
Poor Yemisi
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The exciting plot twist just began.