Pervade and Faint

Chapter 40

"It's okay, you drive", I insisted. The passenger seat was still saturated with urine, and some semen. Fortunately, dad didn't mention the stench of urine throughout the whole ride. Or perhaps he hadn't sensed it. Dad didn't even inquire about my day, which definitely did relieve me, but not comprehensively, because he needed to know about the whole situation. Sophia was admitted in the hospital. She needed intense care, and a heavy amount was required for that. Before I left the hospital, I signed a few medical documents. I even bought a packet of sanitary napkins, as the doctor recommended. Her treatment was intense. And we needed a heavy assistance for it. I couldn't have done it myself, probably not even partially.
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Dad was famished by the time we had reached home. I told him that I was really in need of a shower. Dad agreed to wait for a while. I peeled all of my clothes of when I entered my room, leaving myself with my naked body. I wrapped a towel around my waist and rummaged through my closet, searching for my winter attire. Quickly, I grabbed a pair of black jeans, a simple shirt and a warm wool sweater.

After a quick and hot shower, I made my way to the living room, were dad had been waiting for me. My hair was still wet. Beads of water dripped from my hair to my neck, rolling a shiver down my spine.

"What happened to your hand?" asked dad impatiently, as I locked the door.
"I'll tell you later. Promise", I said. Deeply concerned and addled, he wrinkled an eyebrow and nodded.
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At the dining table, dad and I exchanged enigmatic glances, very surreptitiously. He sensed something amiss. I knew from the febrile expressions of his face that he was eagerly waiting to learn what had happened. There was a certain misunderstanding between us. And it had to be clear at any rate. Sensing our eccentric behavior, auntie Shama also frowned. I informed her beforehand that I was going to pay a visit to Sophia and put an end to everything. Despite the fact that she partially knew what was happening, she seemed vexed. A strong air of confusion descended on us. The three of us shared peculiar glances, enigmatically. I didn't want to share the tiniest glance with uncle Qurashi, because of the distortion he had caused. Utter vulgarism. With an extremely strong feeling of hatred, I, reluctantly, took a look at him. He was shoveling food in his mouth as if a terrible drought had been announced. Contrary to his brother (my dad), he had no etiquettes. I wondered what in the world even made him my dad's brother. Busy in my thoughts, I didn't notice that there was a bang on the door. After the unpleasant sound of the bang in the door, there was utter silence. Solely the echo of the bang was to be heard. The echo even faded after a few seconds. All necks present in the dining room stretched towards the main door. The silhouette of the figure itself seemed familiar. The dark shadow stood at a distance of a few feet. When the silhouette grew larger and darker, I realized that there was a gun in the man's hand.
After a few steps towards the dining room, the silhouette converted into a man. My eyes and widened as I saw him. My heart nearly hit my chest with a tremendous pressure. The man with the gun wasn't a thief. It wasn't a robber, who came for a sudden embezzlement. The man was Latif Bagri.