Chapter 133: 133. Confrontation
Henry’s POV
Finally, the effort had paid off.
After behaving well, I now received my reward.
Had I really turned into a dog? Praise from my master makes
ecstatic enough to wag my tail, while being ignored or chastised lets
perceive everything as aningless.
Kenny really managed to save
from the shadow, which was a bit disappointing because I could not rescue him even once without being saved in return.
However, the way he talks has changed; the way he tries to take a step toward
has changed, and he himself even said that he wants to beco my friend.
That was everything I ever wanted since I knew of his innocence, and now I really managed to achieve that.
Speaking of his visions about
falling in love with him, behaving like an immature little teenage girl—I felt strangely exposed, thinking of the situations where I was slightly swayed in that direction, and...when I indeed felt sothing.
However, this was no kind of infatuation or anything; nothing that would ever lead
to behave like he told
I would.
And especially, I would never—how did he call it—’offer my ass’?
Instead, if Kenny were to ’offer’ himself to ... maybe out of curiosity, or to deepen our bond or sothing, maybe I would think about it. But never the other way, no.
If Kenny demanded it from
to prove my loyalty, or because he had been raped in prison, absolutely, I would let him do .
But not like he described it, ’because it was the next best thing’ to having a sexual relationship with him. I wouldn’t do that, not now, not in the future.
So although I was not entirely truthful regarding not having ever felt or thought in this direction with the sa sex, which only applied to Kenny, I ant it when I said that it would never co to what he had seen in his visions.
Yet, it would take so ti for him to overco his paranoia, and I was inclined to never let him read my future again if it would constantly push him away from .
At the sa ti, I can only vow to him and myself to never act like this, never behave in such a manner, that these unremarkable thoughts and feelings were nothing more than fleeting nonsense that would wander through everyone’s head.
Witnessing the aftermath of my sister’s attack had, however, washed away any further contemplation on that topic.
That must have hurt trendously. I hate it. I hate being so weak and not having stopped her from nearly killing him.
And while him opening up about the secrets of his ability had helped to steer my attention away from the anguish of seeing his scars, I nearly felt my mind break upon hearing everything else.
The sister I was never close to, but who had co into existence alongside , carried in the sa womb for nine months, was soone I could hardly recognize.
However, the absolute truth was that, as little as I knew myself, I knew her even less.
The only ti we were really close was when we were in our big mansion all alone, eating sweets every day and watching cartoons all night.
Every ti I heard her crying in the following years, I got angry and walked away; I ignored it.
I know I am responsible for her turning out that way. But it wasn’t only her parents who had died.
So, besides feeling guilty, I feel even more furious about having to feel guilty.
Both of us had made a bunch of mistakes, and it was my failure to be a good brother to her when we turned to a life of excess.
But I truly thought—I was so damn certain—that we had gotten it together and would have a second chance at life.
With us both clean, back in our ho, in different schools—together but also with enough distance to avoid falling back into old habits—I thought we would both be able to lead normal and good lives.
Damn... I should really have acted earlier.
I know the phrase is often used, but right now, I would give everything to go back and stop right in front of her door.
Knocking on it and taking her into my arms to cry together.
But it’s too late, and that fact not only makes
feel like I’m doused in ice-cold water, taking my breath away, but also puts her and
on different sides.
She has done too many unforgivable things for
to reach out to her; one of them was heavily injuring her counterpart and killing my counterpart.
Not even starting with what she did to Kenny.
She shows signs of a psychopathic personality, and if it were up to my wishes right now? I would bash her head and throw her into a parallel world from which she could never escape.
Just thinking of this innocent family, the counterparts of our family, going through all this pain because of her selfishness—not to ntion everyone else who fell victim to her actions.
anwhile, this family could very well be ours; they even are connected to us. At least they should be together forever, if our own family had not managed to do so.
"Now that her parents are going to stay with us and will also co to our world, and because they are already punished with a psycho daughter, well, they would surely be happy to have a son."
It felt as if a bit of warmth returned to
when Kenny had explained everything to , sitting down with
to drink and smoke; now this gesture felt like he had granted
parents, the permission to take this poor couple as my own family.
I will never forget this favor.
*****
"I will go after them." I leaned towards Kenny when my mother left to go after Henrietta and my father. Seeing Kenny nod before glaring at his grandma, I stood up and followed them.
My father’s screams led
to their room. When I entered, my mother again ca to hug , while my father still yelled at Henrietta.
"WHY SO SUDDENLY? You have changed so much! Why are you so egotistical? I have never seen you act this twisted! I just don’t understand!"
Henrietta didn’t answer, her head bowed down as she sat on a mattress.
I patted my mother’s back before talking to Henrietta.
"You have what you wanted. What exactly is your problem?" I tried to steady my voice so as not to curse at her or worse.
"ARE YOU KIDDING ? I CAN’T USE MY HANDS! I AM INJURED AND EVERYTHING IS HURTING!" Her head snapped at
as she raised her hands again.
"Yes, you stabbed Kenny countless tis; that’s a light punishnt for that, don’t you think?"
"I STABBED HIM BECAUSE HE DESERVED IT!" She jumped up with difficulty, and my mother hugged
even tighter, letting
feel her protruding bones because she was so skinny.
"Why does he deserve it? What the hell did he ever do to you?"
"SHE LOVED HIM SO MUCH, AND WHAT DID HE DO TO HER? HE USED HER, HE BEAT HER, AND THEN HE KILLED HER!"
I looked at my father, who naturally didn’t understand a thing, before turning back to Henrietta in absolute disbelief.
"Are you like this because of what he did to her? What about what you did to her?"
"That was an accident," she said quietly before growing loud again.
"Besides, I can do what I want to her! She is ; everything I do to her, I am doing to myself!"
"And what you did to him?" I asked, referring to my counterpart.
Henrietta looked panicked at my parents, and I addressed my father.
"Can you leave us alone for a mont?"
The helplessness was clearly visible on both of their faces after my mother finally let go of .
"Good, talk to her. Maybe you can reach her." My father tiredly patted my shoulder, and both left.
Henrietta started crying the mont they were out of the room.
"Please don’t tell them. Don’t ever tell them what I have done."
I laughed with ridicule.
"So you still know what you did was wrong?"
"Listen... listen to . Everything went out of control. I just wanted to get them back! It was Emilia’s fault; she led
to the portal, and then everyone died just like that! SHE TOOK MY PARENTS! So I got them back. I am just getting back what she took from , okay? Only that; I only wanted that!" She was struggling between sobs, trembling, and shaking.
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