"No. I didn't," lied Faizal. "They wore balaclavas."
"O, ALLAH! There's so much blood here!"
Faizal moaned as Nadeem touched the wound. "They robbed me and took everything I had on me. They shot me!"
"O, ALLAH!" Nadeem shook his head. "O, ALLAH! It's turning blue! You must go to a hospital! Where did this happen?" He was speaking rapidly, almost incoherently. "Didn't you see their faces? I mean..? He stared quizzically at his brother. "My God!"
"I've told you I don't know who they were. They wore balaclavas." He lied, wondering what Nadeem would say if he knew that the men were white South Africans and that he and Adeeb had had to entertain them by performing oral sex on them as well as touch one another intimately while dancing naked on the bed.
"And the Police...? Did you call the Police?"
"Yes. I did." He lied again.
"And what did they say?"
"Please. Nadeem..." He lay down backwards on the bed "My head is hurting a lot. Get me some tablets please..."
Nadeem was twenty, two years younger than Faizal. He also had his suspicions about Faizal's nocturnal escapades, and on occasion had caught him wearing their sister Hafeeza's bra and panties; Faizal had had to bribe him not to tell Hafeeza.
"When are you going to listen, Faizal?" There was a deep frown on Nadeem's face as he made his way to the kitchen. "Daddy came to look for you earlier on!" He stopped in the doorway.
Nadeem's frown deepened. "Because he's concerned about you!"
"Concerned about me?" snorted Faizal. "Concerned about me?" It was more a statement than a question as he pulled a pillow under his head. "He's more concerned about the Badia name and what people are saying about his eldest son who is gay!"
"Don't say that!"
But Faizal wasn't listening, he was thinking about the numerous times his father had knocked his head against the wall when he was younger. His father had thought he was just trying to imitate women by putting on lipstick and make-up and wearing women's panties. There was also that time when he had just turned seventeen and his friend Adeeb had come to visit. His father had caught the two of them kissing in his room and had barred Adeeb from ever coming to their house again. Faizal had received the beating of his life!