Flip the Coin [BL] N Chapter 57. As long as (2\/2)

Chapter 57 - 57. As long as (2/2)

(Henry's POV)

"Stealing the weapon of a guard. Firing a weapon inside a governnt building and in front of a detective and a guard. Threatening to physically harm a detective and guard. Encouraging a prisoner to kill. Do you have anything to say, Hannibal Henry Devin?" The judge asked .

I stood up and grinned.

"I would love to kill everyone inside here. Too bad, I am unable to."

The old judge was stunned before sighing deeply.

"What is going on with kids these days?" He mumbled.

"Now we have the additional threat to physically harm a judge, as well as a threat to everyone's life inside this room... Showing the intention to kill...."

"You haven't done yourself a favor with what you just said, young man. I wanted to be lenient because of everything you have gone through. Besides, I think Detective Norman had misjudged the situation at that ti.... to let you to the murderer of your sister..."

The attorney besides

sweated buckets.

"Your honor, my client could have a psychological..."

"Hmm. No." The judge shook a few papers he had grabbed.

"He was examined, and everything is alright with him. Besides excessive aggression and... the intention to kill...." He read through the report again.

"Yes. He is sane. Knows what he does, knows that it is wrong, but still wants to do it. I see."

"Kid... No, you are already of age. I can't put you in juvenile prison anymore, and your statents speak for themselves. I have an inkling that I know what you want to do here. And I tell you what. You have not injured anyone, so fine. I will convict you for ten years to stay in prison; the possibility of parole is granted after 4 years."

His hamr sounded.

"I will note in your file that I want you to be between first-degree murderers so that you experience how it is in there; how it would be for the rest of your life if you'd really kill soone. However. Not I decide in which prison you co. Now you just have to hope that the administration gets you where you desire to be." He again sighed deeply.

"Session closed. Next case." I was still cuffed, brought out by guards, and brought back into the cell I had been in since visiting Kenny and bringing him hope. Sadly, it was not the prison where Kenny was in. It was just the pretrial detention center.

It took a month until I got my trial.

I wonder how he was doing; he looked like shit the last ti, and he was clearly drunk as well. His fingers and wrists looked horrible.

It hurts. It hurts so damn much to see him like this. Knowing that I am responsible and that my sister is responsible...

I am good; I am alright.

I will be his dog forever, just as he wished. Just as I had wished. I gladly pay the price of my actions. Kenny, you still are my purpose.

Inside the parallel world, I knew the mont he was innocent, not when I woke up in that cave; no, it was when Kenny approached

to bring

out, besides him being heavily injured. I knew at that mont, I knew.

No matter how much he hated , he was no killer. Or he would have never been able to co to

across the corpse hill. Why could I tell? I saw him crawling to . Not only his eyes had changed, mine had as well. I could see in this dark cave as if it were day.

He could have crawled to

to finish

off. But every ti I heard him gagging, I knew. He ca to save .

Even when he punched , as I feigned unconsciousness, even when he told

that he would kill . He was no murderer. He was here to save .

I carried him, being a good dog and beginning the life I would pursue. When he asked for Henrietta, the man who looked just like the brother I had t when eating but who seed different and spoke differently as well, I understood.

Parallel world, who would have thought?

My heart drumd heavily inside my chest. Ah, Kenny, I know what you suspect. I get it. Could she really be alive? I was amused, then I was sad, then I was furious.

His mother seed to be dead, Kenny reacting strongly to it when he heard she was alive. Was this the reason his family didn't even look at him in our world?

When I saw him not clinging to his mother but imdiately turning and going, crying silently, I admired him. So strong. He knows what was his to claim and what wasn't.

And there was the next surprise. Kenny's reaction helped , and I imitated him and did the sa, telling myself that these were not my parents.

But this was my sister.

The one leaving , letting

believe she was dead.

I detested her.

Nobody told you to care about . But we have fled from the pain together all these years, so how could you? How dare you to leave

behind?

Kenny again helped

with his anger. He let

feel the guilt vividly, reminding

of my new purpose.

Henrietta and I found her friend dead inside the forest, strangled. I didn't even stay to calm Henrietta, who was hysterical for a few monts. I walked back, and she followed eventually. And what we found were two Kennys.

I went to my Kenny and brought him out. Although he was in a bad state, he could even warn .

If not, I would have still—although my sister had already left

behind, and I could muster up nothing but hatred for her—showed my back to her.

I am good; I am alright.

Kenny needed a hospital.

So I left her behind in that world she wanted to so desperately live in.

My one and only sister.

The last of my family.

I left her behind for my new purpose.

We are good; we are alright.

As long as he survives here with .