Flip the Coin [BL] N Chapter 139. You have to let go

Chapter 139: 139. You have to let go

The green-eyed girl stood up in panic.

"I’ll tell them."

After she scurried away, we three were the only ones left.

"Let’s go to the garden." I pointed at it and wanted to go to the window first when Chelsea grabbed my clothes.

I turned around.

"Don’t worry, nothing will happen to you."

She nodded and let go. All three of us went to the garden, where the monster deer was slowly decaying without any bloodthirsty root coming for it. Thank God it wasn’t slling overly strong.

Henry leaned against one of the nearby trees, with his head lowered but his eyes peeking tensely through his hair. He seed to be in a foul mood—well, what we were about to do wasn’t exactly enjoyable to begin with.

"Chelsea, I will take on the shadow; it’s just that you were present in my vision, so you have to be here for now. After I get possessed, go inside and hide in your room, or go to the others, Jeyjey or my grandma or soone."

"Okay." She hugged herself and looked around in panic while the sky was slowly brightening. I ca to her and patted her head, flipping the coin. It didn’t turn black, so I let go of her and flipped it continuously without touching anyone, waiting.

After so ti, when it got bright, while we stood there aimlessly, the hands uncovered the woman on the coin. She was smiling lightly.

"Soon." I warned them.

Henry pushed himself away from the tree and stood at attention.

"Henry, rember what I said; it was an order." I sohow had the feeling he would again try to push

away and go for the shadow himself.

"I know." He lowered his head before looking around again.

The light smile on the coin grew to a grin, and I started to slowly turn my body in a circle because we didn’t know the exact direction the shadow would co from. With the next flip, she broke into a chilling smirk, and I stopped, grabbing Chelsea and pulling her behind .

A dark figure materialized between the trees at the other side of the garden, standing there and seemingly staring at us.

Seeing it so close again after Henry’s possession, this ti the chill and the coldness emanating from it were even more prominent.

I looked at my dog and saw his body taut, ready to act but holding himself back.

Very good.

The shadow started to walk toward us, and then he suddenly broke into a sprint, throwing himself at , or maybe at Chelsea behind .

As if my body had been doused in ice water, as if everything around

had fully lost its color, as if everything seed desolate and not worth living, I could feel the change inside when the shadow had entered .

"Good." I said, repeating it a few tis, before turning around and seeing that Chelsea looked at

in horror before running to the window.

I suppressed the sudden impulse to catch her and looked at Henry, seeing him clenching his fists.

"I think it worked, didn’t it?" I asked, my voice echoing inside my head.

"Why? Didn’t it work?" Shouldn’t I lose consciousness? Instead, I just feel like I’m on drugs. And it was cold—so damn cold.

"I’m cold." I found myself speaking, and when I looked up, Henry was still just staring at , watching, waiting for sothing.

"What is going on?" I raised my hand, and when I looked down, I found that it was not my hand at all; instead, it was a hazy, ghostly, undefinable silhouette.

"What is this?" I turned and looked around, looked down at my body, and saw that it was in the sa state. In a daze, I searched for my own human body but found nothing in the black grass. When I looked up again, Henry was gone; I had ended up alone in the garden.

"Had it already started?" Was that part of an illusion by the shadow? But why is it so cold? And why do I feel so dreadfully lonely?

I turned in a circle and confird again that I was completely by myself.

I jumped inside the building and saw that the dining room was empty. I sprang down the ladder and walked to my grandma’s room. Opening the door, I found it empty as well.

My body, or what was left of it, hurt, and I didn’t feel like myself as I searched through the rooms, becoming more frantic with each vacant room I found.

"Mum?" I yelled, but nobody answered.

When I didn’t find her, I walked to the stairs and looked for her in her bedroom.

I reached for the door handle in front of

and ran inside.

"Mum, please!" My face was full of snot when I finally found her. She sat on the edge of the bathtub, wearing a skirt and a bra, shaving her legs with my father’s electric razor.

"Mum!" I yelled at her, and when she noticed , she stopped and reached out for . I hurried to her, and she enclosed

in a tight embrace.

"Don’t you see that I have sothing to do?" She asked, a bit frustrated.

"Mum, please, I saw it; I really did!" I again started crying, and she sighed. Picking

up with a groan, she walked with

to the bed after shaking her legs a bit to get rid of any remaining hairs.

After we sat down, she patted my back soothingly.

"Aren’t you too old for that?"

"Drowning, I saw it; I saw it." I repeated, drifting into a hysteric fit.

"Kenny, calm down, please. I already explained it to you yesterday, didn’t I?" She whispered in my ear, slling like her usual floral perfu.

"You can’t lead a life with the fear of what is about to co. That’s not healthy. I will be cautious, I promise you. Nothing will happen."

"Pleaseee, PLEEEEASE DON’T GO! DON’T!" The more I yelled and scread, the tighter her arms around

beca, as if she tried to shield

from the dread.

Finally giving up, I also tightened my hold around her neck with one of my wrists in a cast.

"Kenny, I will prove to you that the world isn’t a scary place. Nothing will happen. I promise you. Don’t be scared, baby. Don’t be scared."

The terror and the helplessness were so suffocating that I couldn’t even bring myself to cry out again; instead, I started to feel a deep grief.

I grieved her death while feeling her warm body holding .

"You’ll stay with the nanny today. We’ll bring back so sweets for you, and after today, I want you to be a brave boy, okay? Don’t let your thoughts scare you again, got it?"

My body trembled, and my voice still failed

while I was carried back to my own room. When she put

on the bed, I increased my grip on her to stop her from leaving.

She patted my hands on the back of her neck.

"Baby, you have to let go."