(PART 4)(Last part)
Trigger Warning: This piece contains graphic violence, murder, references to child abuse, and disturbing themes including body disposal and psychological trauma.
The drive back felt longer.
He didn’t speak.
Neither did I.
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But I could feel it—
the questions building inside him.
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At home, I told him to wash.
“Get rid of everything.”
the illegal act of justice that happened from his hand,
and the memory of what he saw too…!
He nodded and walked in.
Like a man who wasn’t fully there anymore.
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My phone rang.
I picked it up,
accidentally it went on speaker,
and a voice barked something that I didn’t want him to hear—
“Are we back on business, boss?”
But he did;
A pause.
Then these words left my mouth,
“For the time being.”
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I ended the call.
And went to get him clothes.
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When I returned—
he was different.
Shaking.
Lost.
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“Who are you…?”
he asked.
Not loudly.
Not accusing.
Just…
broken.
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I didn’t answer.
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He ate.
Barely.
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And after a while—
he slept.
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The next morning—
he remembered nothing.
Just fragments.
Blood.
Rain.
A face he couldn’t place.
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But me?
I remembered everything.
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And that was the problem.
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Because this life—
the one I thought I left behind—
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It didn’t forget me.
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[END PART 4]
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~Fin~
Cheers 🥂
Love Waakiye 🤍
The above marks the end of a series;
Ravi lives happily with faded memories,
whereas there are some who I didn’t want,
but,
now have to…!
Waakiye 
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