HELL BREAKS LOOSE.

"You have gone and done it again! I am afraid this might be beyond repair, as it is trending hotly all over the place. I have been receiving calls left and right from people asking me to make a statement. What am I supposed to say to this?"

Senator Akinseloyin stands over his son, Michael, who is still on the bed, watching his father in amazement after barging into his room with his wife, Mrs. Akinseloyin.

They are both looking at Michael in anger. He, on his part, is confused as they woke him up from bed and started shouting over at him.

Michael looks to his mother for signs of what the commotion is about, but she gives nothing away as her face is rigid with anger.

"I don't understand, dad. What have I done again? You couldn't even wait for me to wake up before throwing accusations at me. What is all this about?"

Michael asks, getting up to his feet to face his parents.

His father shoves his phone in his face, fuming with uncontrollable anger.

"Why are you hell-bent on ruining all I have worked hard for?" Turning to his wife, "I told you, didn't I? I told you he was going to disappoint us, and he has done just that."

Michael collects the phone from his father and looks at the news article displayed on it. Clear as the day is the caption,

"BILLIONAIRE SENATOR AKINSELOYIN'S NOTORIOUS SON STRIKES AGAIN!"

Frowning his face in confusion, he reads the story under it. Displayed on the page are nude pictures of Camille, clear as day, depicting her in various seductive positions and showing all her private parts and face clearly. The phone drops from his hand to the floor as he shouts at the top of his voice,

"No, no, no! This can't be happening; I didn't do this! You have to believe me."

"Believe you? How are we supposed to believe you? This is not your first time doing this. I am highly disappointed in you. I expected better from you. Just when I was starting to think of handing over the company to you, you pull this up again."

He turns to his wife again and picks up his phone from the floor,

"You see what your son has done? I hope to God this can be fixed."

Stomping out of the room in anger, he slams the door shut.

Michael collapses on the bed, holding his head in his hands. Looking to his mother for support,

"You have to believe me; I didn't do this, I swear to God."

She sits on the bed beside him.

"Then who did?"

She asks softly.

"When did the story break, Mom?"

"This morning. It has been all over the news; it has been reposted all over social media, and blogs are going wild over it already. Our phones have been ringing nonstop all morning. How can you do this? I thought you had changed."

"I have Mom; I didn't do this. I have been in bed all morning. How could I do such a thing to a girl I love and just proposed to? How?"

She covers her mouth with her hand in shock.

"Was that Camille?"

Slumping his shoulders in tiredness, he said,

"Yes, Mom, it's her. She must be so disappointed in me. How am I going to explain this to her? I am ruined, Mom."

"Don't you ever say that. You are not ruined, and you will never be. As bad as the situation is, it's not irredeemable. I have to tell you, son, it is hard to believe you didn't do it with the reputation you already have. Your father is so disappointed in you, and frankly, I am too. Who could have done this if not you? How did those pictures come to be?"

"I don't know who could have. I remember those pictures well; they are on my phone, and my phone is always with me; it's password protected."

"You don't understand; the pictures were leaked from your Instagram account. Does anyone have access to your Instagram password? As much as I want to believe you didn't do it, it's difficult not to believe you did. Your phone is always with you and password protected, like you just said, How could anyone have gotten a hold of the pictures and your password?"

"I honestly don't know; I don't, for real."

He jerks his head up in sudden recollection,

"Wait, Mom,"

He shakes his head in disbelief,

"It can't be. No, it can't."

"What can't be?"

She asks, watching him closely.

"My phone was with Lara's boyfriend last night for a while; he took it with him when he went outside to make a call. Now that I think about it, the phone was unlocked after we took pictures. Could it have been him? I didn't give my phone to anyone else; I never give my phone to people."

Her eyes widen.

"Oh, son! How can you be so naive? My instincts have never failed me. I knew that girl was trouble  the first time you told me about her. I was surprised at her sudden change of heart when you told me. How could you be so clueless?"

"I didn't think anything of it at the time; we just took some pictures, and he said he wanted to send them to his phone right before he went outside for his call. I didn't see this coming, Lord."

He groans.

"How could he have done it?"

"I honestly don't know, Mom. What am I going to do about this mess I have gotten myself into?"

Patting his back in consolation, she replies firmly.

"We have to call Kassim. He's going to get to the root of this. I wonder how Camille must feel right now."

He suddenly jumps to his feet, searching for his car keys and phone. Grabbing both off the table,

"I have to go and see her; she must be shattered. I need to explain it all to her. I need to make her believe me. Hopefully, Kassim is going to gather enough evidence to prove my innocence. Please call him Mom and explain everything to Dad.

"I will be back as soon as I can."

He rushes out of the room without waiting for a response.

Michael drives the car out of the compound in a hurry, driving well above the required speed limit and dialing Camille's number with one hand.

She picks up the call after several rings in a distressed voice.

"I trusted you; how could you?"

"It's not me, I promise. I am on my way to you; you have to let me explain. We can still fix all this."

"I don't ever want to see you again. You have done enough damage. To think Lara warned me about you and I didn't listen, you have ruined my life."

She wails into the phone.

Stepping furiously on the accelerator to increase the speed, ignoring the jerking and swaying of the car, he shouts into the phone.

"You can't believe a word that evil witch says. I am driving as fast as I can; just let me get there and explain, please."

"I don't want your explanation; you have explained plenty with your actions. How am I going to live through this? Do you see what people are calling me? A cheap, opportunistic slut! Why Michael? I thought you loved me. I gave you my heart and my whole being. Is this the honorable intention you said you had towards me? Is this it?"

He increases his driving speed again, further motivated by her words, desperate to see her and explain.

"One last chance, Camille; one last chance is all I am asking, please. You can't let them win. You and I are stronger than this."

He pleads desperately.

"I have listened to your pleas one too many times. Don't bother coming over; I am not at home, and I don't want to see you."

She drops the call.

Slamming his fist on the dashboard in frustration, he takes his eyes off the road to dial her number again. The call begins to connect, and he looks back up at the road to see that he has swerved off the road and is rushing headlong into a parked trailer. Stepping on the brakes to take control of the situation, he discovers he can't as the car is jerking and swaying uncontrollably towards the bridge to his right side.

It was inevitable, the car was going to hit the bridge railings.  The last thing he heard before his car flipped over the bridge was the sound of Camille's voice over the phone. His last thought before everything goes dark was, how he was supposed to explain himself to Camille.