Flip the Coin [BL] N Chapter 24. When

Chapter 24 - 24. When

"You have a nosebleed." Henry said. I turned my face uncomfortably back to look up at him. He held the wrist of the hand I held my key in.

"When exactly did your sister die?" I asked, and he paused.

"Three months ago." Ah. I thought it was more recently.

"Why is her body still in the morgue?" I asked, not taking a tissue he offered

with his other hand.

Henry stopped, and I could feel killing intent on him.

"The police hadn't given her body free."

"Mhm." I nodded and ripped my arm out of his hold before putting the key back in the lock, opening my door with a bit too much strength, before closing it again. I made sure to lock it, that the blinds were down, and that Henry was apart from .

Then I walked to the toilet and vomited my soul out.

Lying on the bathroom floor, I felt my head spin; the nosebleed had at least stopped again.

I have never seen so much, and for so long; usually it was just monts; this ti it was a goddamn excursion. Never thought my pity would be played like this. Never thought he had watched

during and even before sumr break. Never thought there had not even been a mont where he wavered in his beliefs of

being the culprit. Never thought soone could act this well. His plan would surely have worked out. I would have tried further to convince him, playing even more in his hands than I had already. Though, he didn't gain a thing from , besides the number of my ex-girlfriend.

But that was now the least of my problems. Henry could just go fuck himself.

My difficulties seemingly had just started. There were pictures of . There are videos of

with Henrietta. Pictures and videos I never took. I saw a few of these pictures during my vision. And damn, the clothes 'I' wore, I have never seen them before. The way Henrietta looked, I have never seen her this...happy before.

And fucking double-damn, there was no tattoo on my back. One picture had her on my shoulders, my shirt pulled down a bit at my neckline, my tattoo should have been visible.

Soone is out there to get , and I can't tell why that is the case.

I have heard of deepfakes, and I have seen enough action movies to know there are pros in this field. But I just don't understand why?

There is nothing special about ... besides my ability.

The governnt? Did they hear of it and are out to get ? Have they faked all this evidence to lock

away forever? Was the history teacher in as well? Was my eting with Henrietta planned from the beginning?

The paranoia was overwhelming .

"Calm down." Putting my arms over my face, I decided to skip school.

If it were the governnt, shouldn't they be able to fake the prefix of my phone number smoothly? Why instead make such a dumb mistake? And, they should be able to get information about

having a tattoo, also a dumb mistake. In these pictures with Henrietta, I do not look that young, it must have been taken when I already had my tattoo.

Henrietta, on the other side, looked healthy and happy, no bags under her eyes, not as skinny. Did Henry never notice the difference between his real twin sister and these pictures? It wasn't that she went unhealthy over ti, the very first ti I saw her, she was like this already.

I reached for my phone and texted the guys that I was taking a break from school, before calling back the foreign number whose calls I seed to have missed.

"Police Bureau east district?"

Would you look at that?

"My na is Kennith Howard, I got a call from this number."

"One mont." There was so classic music playing as I waited in line, and I closed my eyes.

"Yes, here is Detective Norman." A female voice spoke, and it resembled the female officer from yesterday morning. I think she had never introduced herself, or maybe I hadn't paid attention.

"Yeah, what's up?" I asked.

"The last conversation was particularly unfortunate. I want to ask you if you were ready to take a lie detector test?"

"Absolutely, book

in."

"That's good." I heard her rustling about.

"How about tomorrow at nine o'clock?"

"I will be there, Police Bureau East District; do I find the address on the internet?"

"Yes, Darlington Street 9. I will be present as well, and you have to take an adult with you."

"Does this adult have to be related?"

"No, a guardian will suffice." She answered, and I told her again that I will be there before hanging up.

I stayed lying on the cold floor, my head clearing up slowly. I have no idea if Henrietta had any friends, what their nas were, and where they went after graduating. Additionally, I know nearly nothing about her. How do I start my investigation?

Ah, but I rember a conversation with her.

"Why are you always here, during lessons?" She asked , as I leaned against the tree, basking in the sun.

"History teacher threw

out."

"Oh."

"Who is your history teacher?"

"Professor Atkins."

"That is the one."

I stood up and unclothed myself, getting a shower.

Then I got myself sothing to eat, before wearing casual clothes and opening my door again. Henry was before it, but I ignored him and put earphones in my ears.

I walked down the street, and took the bus to school.

Ti to flip the coin.