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I wish I could beat her memory from his thick fucking skull.

Thud.

Thud.

Thud.

I imagine his face on the bag.

The words “after Voodoo” ringing in my ears.

Thud.

I let out a roar as I hit the bag harder.

One question circling my mind.

What would have happened if I hadn’t been there?

Thwack.

Thwack.

I think about my girl waking up back in that apartment.

Or maybe somewhere unfamiliar.

Thwack.

I think about how fucking scared she would have been.

How vulnerable.

Thwack.

Thwack.

About what he could have done to her.

Thwack.

Thwack.

Thwack.

I imagine her like Raya, covered in bruises.

Something inside me screams at the thought.

Thwack.

Thwack.

No.

No one will ever lay a hand on her.

Thwack.