Flip the Coin [BL]-Chapter 398; Crooked example = Crooked dog

I woke up in a daze and heard the big body beside me breathing deeply and let my thoughts wander.

I thought of all the crap I had said yesterday and was embarrassed to death.

Just like someone with a hangover going over all the shameful shit they did while they were drunk—shit that they really couldn’t explain to themselves but that made sense back then.

Though I wasn’t drunk, I had a paranoid fit or seizure or something...

...I mean, I did drink and felt it slightly, probably because I wanted my enhanced body to feel a bit tipsy to chill and relax.

Anyway, I had forced Henry to take care of me, and that was after he used his power so much during the day that he directly fell asleep when we came home.

Damn it!!

I heard the body beside me licking something with its big tongue, and finally, I realized that it didn’t smell like ’dog’ but like ’cat’ in the room.

I snapped my eyes open and turned my head to look into big red eyes, startling me so much that I fell out of the bed.

"Shit!" I groaned on the floor, grabbing my heart and trying to calm down from the shock.

After taking a few breaths, I sat up and looked at Kitty grooming his face and paws.

"What the fuck are you doing here?"

The tiger looked back at me innocently before lowering his head and placing it on his paws.

"Stop the puppy eyes; where is Henry?" I looked to my side, where the door stood open, and then back at Kitty.

His red eyes looked away before returning back to me; it was as if he was telling me Henry had gone out.

But I didn’t hear my puppy running around somewhere—neither in the bathrooms nor in the kitchen.

It was silent with everyone sleeping.

Oh, and I wasn’t in our room but in the sandy one—the one that had been flooded prior by the old dragon.

I had fallen asleep on the roof, so apparently, Henry brought me here instead of the adjoining mattressless room.

I finally stood up and took a look around, noting that this bed frame had to be the most sturdy on earth if it withstood Kitty’s weight.

And then I found a fucking infuriating note that made my blood pressure spike with each word written and each heart drawn.

"Stay here and be obedient." I conjured up a clown mask and put it on, seeing Kitty flinch and look away.

Apparently not a clown fan.

I chuckled and ripped the note from the block, ready to beat some disobedient dog, as I flipped the coin, not imagining a place like always but a person instead on the other side of the window of time and space.

Usually, I wouldn’t even have to go through this motion, but this time I had no idea where Henry exactly was.

Although I had a guess, and I was sick with worry.

I teleported and found myself on a branch beside a dark figure, masked and everything, in front of a huge rich-people garden that looked like the front lawn of a castle, with a bunch of people running around.

Just as I could recognize the dark figure that reveled in the chaos he had caused, Henry also recognized me as he lowered his raised hand with which he was ready to attack me.

I raised the note in accusation but was pulled into a hug.

"How dare you sneak out when I sleep? And what is this corny shit note you left behind?" I hissed while my face was pressed into his chest.

"I remember a time when I went to sleep, innocently and unassumingly, only to wake up to find the room empty and a message drawn on the mirror in the bath, and that with lipstick from some girl."

I clenched my jaw and fell into silence. Well... that did happen in the center when I went off to slay Dr. Carell.

"It was the lipstick of my mother," I corrected.

"I...can’t say that I don’t like to hear that. However, how dare you teleport here when I told you not to? That was dangerous in a hundred different ways!" He threw the dare question back at me while I suffocated against his body.

I finally managed to pull back to get air and a look at his... masked face.

This mask creeped me out more than my own.

"How dare you sneak off?"

"I remember a time when I went to sleep, innocently and una—"

I covered the spot where I thought his mouth was to stop his bullshitting and took a look around.

I was in the midst of asking what the hell he had done when he suddenly cupped my face to stop me from looking down.

"Don’t look down." He told me from behind my hand, tickling me with his breath.

"???" I let go of him and grabbed his wrists to pull away and look down—and instantly regretted it.

"Holy fuck! Shit, shit, shit!!" We were high enough for that woman not to hear us even if we talked quietly and without whispering—which we did anyway because it was a whispering-worthy situation with all the chaos down there—but that regrettably didn’t mean our superior eyesight was spared.

"I told you not to." Henry chuckled.

"Shut the fuck up." I wanted to run my hand over my face but only touched the mask, so I took a deep breath and ignored the woman holding a worm baby and then asked the more important question.

"How many did you kill?"

Henry shrugged.

"Three."

"Did you leave any witnesses or traces behind?"

"No, but a few saw my shield with which I blocked the door, and I acidified a camera—I did it fast, but it should have captured the shadowy energy."

Okay, now I just wanted to shake him until he came back to his senses or beat some reason into him.

FUCK!!!

No. It’s okay. It’s my fault, all my fault, for not disciplining my dog and being a crooked example.

"Is this the Lawrence family estate?" I didn’t need to hear his answer, already knowing it.

He hummed, and hearing it confirmed I felt an internal crisis coming.

If he had killed somebody dear to Omar, then I had to come up with a reasonable excuse for him, for example:

’My dog is a lunatic and very protective of me, so it’s normal for him to go around killing people.’ or ’He just wanted to play, and it got out of hand,’ or ’I flipped the coin on your perspective relative, and they would have died anyway, so we did it painlessly,’ or something like this.

Oh, the last one would be really good?!

"Who did you kill?" I clenched my jaw together and chanted internally, ’Please not Omar’s dad, please not his dad, please not his dad!’

Because for his dad, no excuse would be enough.

Henry sighed.

"Eugene Lawrence Junior and two of his security people."

Wait... that wasn’t that bad?

Omar said he didn’t care if his grandfather lived or died and didn’t even want to look for his presumed corpse.

I let out a long breath, relieved as hell.

"Eugene said, ’A man took the blood of an old acquaintance’s kid and injected it into his wife—who was pregnant.’ Does your father know the Lawrence family?"

I raised my eyebrows... Danny had again predicted it right; what the hell, that blonde rat was a genius.

At the same time, a dark and murky feeling crawled up my insides.

Had my parents known the Lawrence family?

"They had to at least be ’acquainted’," I answered.

Because the rich and wealthy would come together for parties for business, and my parents were part of that circle.

I didn’t need it spelled out to guess how it went.

My father, broken by the loss of my mother, ranted somewhere about how his son had cursed his wife in the presence of a FUCKING ACQUAINTANCE, and this FUCKING ACQUAINTANCE went and believed it instead of laughing it off or giving a fuck—MAKING THE ACQUAINTANCE A FUCKED-UP DERANGED LUNATIC AS WELL.

And then that deranged fucker went to steal blood FROM A KID.

"I know." Henry stroked over my back; his tender tone turned violent.

"Just say the word and I will kill them all."

"I need to flip the coin," I said and felt him freeze for a moment before he continued to stroke over my back.

I need to know what exactly had transpired back then, and I need to know it FUCKING NOW.