Flip the Coin [BL] N Chapter 63. Visitor 2

Chapter 63 - 63. Visitor 2

My ti in the white room would be approximately four hours, two tis a day, as the guard explained. They would uncuff , but then again, there was absolutely nothing inside this room.

"Is this even legal? Get my attorney here." I spoke to the cara before sitting on the floor and leaning against the wall. Though, I think they could call it a 'job' as it were eight hours a day, and, it was not really solidary confinent. It was just really ssed up.

The reason I showed my attorney what I am able of, was, that we wouldn't proceed any further as long as he did not believe what I was telling him. I wanted soone on my side who could actually do sothing for

regarding laws and stuff, in the knowledge that there is another Kenny, or at least that there had been one. And that this Kenny is responsible for the murderer, not .

Well, it was probably Henrietta herself who at least injured Henrietta2, but why tell this information when it doesn't bring

anywhere?

The reason I told my cellmate, was that I was excited.

Now, I neither want them to believe , nor am I excited. Instead, I am utterly bored.

A glaring white room with absolutely no kind of entertainnt—I couldn't even smoke or drink, although I had toned down the drinking since coming back out of the solidarity cell imnsely—was really a fucking tornt. And it made

fucking angry.

At least there were no cuffs on , so I just tried to take a deep breath. It had been not only a long ti with the seizures, it had also been a long ti since I had lost it and gone berserk.

Let's try to think of other things. What to do with Teddy? I will just tell him off today, not interested in his gas, not interested in playing his savior.

When flipping the coin, I saw that he was more coerced into being the bald people's leader, but what does it have to do with ?

And what is he even thinking of ? That I snap my fingers, and they all beco dickless? It isn't so easy, I injured myself heavily last ti as well. And besides my grandmother's stick hurting my head constantly, I also banged it on the floor strongly. Hmm, could that be a reason for the blackouts?

I dozed off while thinking, only waking up after the door was opened. Wiping my drool away, I spoke to that guard,

"Hey, what is this? Where is my attorney? What is this shitty room?"

"You can ask him that when you see him." The guard answered, cuffing

and taking

away.

"Yeah, but WHEN do I see him?" I asked, turning back, we were not walking to the dining room.

"How would I know?"

"Then WHO knows?" I was starting to lose my patience.

"Not ." He answered with a straight face, looking straight ahead.

"Yeah, you are repeating yourself." Motherfucker.

I was brought to the visitor room... Ethan was either a quick one or they just gave

back all my rights. Thinking of seeing a crying Danny or soone else of my friends, I was really surprised to see Lauren. Never in my dreams had I thought she would co and visit .

I suppressed the light elation I felt and sat down. I took a deep breath. The first ti in years she had looked at

when 'saving'

from my father's beating last ti. This ti, she looked at

openly, besides my eyes being bright red.

I took the speaker, and she did the sa after a short hesitation. She looked like shit, no sign of plastic anymore.

Nobody spoke, but I could hear her breathing.

"How are you?" I asked her, feeling like the little child I had been again when facing her.

She widened her eyes,

"How am I?" She asked

with trembling lips.

"The company is declining, we are losing everything! Your face is everywhere over the internet and news! WE ARE THE FAMILY OF THE RED-EYED MURDERER!" She scread.

I was so shocked, I felt silent. Yeah.

"..." Ah fuck, why am I so angry? I should feel bad for them, but I am so fucking angry. FUCK. Taking a deep breath, I tried to calm down.

"Why are you here, then?" I asked, my voice taking on a sharper note.

She flinched. Her hair was not bound, hanging lifelessly and unwashed down her shoulders, and I saw no make-up on her face.

"Tell them, show them. They said they get us new identities and that they move us away." She whispered in the speaker, her lips trembling.

A fuck, I am getting even angrier.

"What are you talking about?" I asked her, leaning back and closing my eyes. Had I always been such an angry person? They were a shitty family, but they have at least never beaten or starved . The choice of my apartnt was because I didn't want them to pay more than necessary and because I really liked this little hole I found myself.

And they are now also victims of Henry's doings. Maybe more than I am because they lived high and lost it all. I have at least my friends and the old skeleton, and I have my cellmate, my ability most and for all.

HOWEVER. They should at least have each other, shouldn't they?

Just looking at Lauren right now makes

want to strangle her. Fuck, I am like Kenny2. FUCK.

"Make the tests, take the deal. Twenty-five years for a life you took. It will help us, do sothing for us to atone for what you have done." She held the speaker with both her hands, taking on a pleading tone.

"Why didn't you ask

if I have done it?" My jaw clenched.

"Is it mattering now? BE A MAN AND STAND UP FOR YOUR FAMILY!" She slamd her hand against the glass, before looking around and bowing her head to a guard on her side.

I think I am losing it.