Flip the Coin [BL]-Chapter 124 - . Showing off injuries

There was a moment of silence, and I looked at Mr. Devin's angry face, noticing that behind him, Henrietta put her long hair behind her back, tilting her head ever so slightly.

Her mother noticed what she was intended to notice and grabbed her, taking a look at her neck, yelling heartbreakingly,

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"IS THAT A BITE-WOUND?"

Well, Henrietta had clearly done that on purpose. I took a deep breath, and while I saw Mr. Devin looking at me with appall, I took off my jacket.

He took a step towards me, seemingly thinking that my action meant that we would fight it out here, which wouldn't end in his favor, and was also not my intention.

I know they are victims themselves, with both their children more or less killed by their fake daughter. But there was no way I could tell them the truth. Not because of the dumb promise I gave Henrietta—who the fuck cares about that?—but her parents were apparently the last factor stopping her from ripping open holes in the dimensions, so they had to remain obvious.

And, she can be coerced with the life of her parents as of now, making them precious.

If they ever discovered her dirty deeds, they would surely turn their backs on her. And Henrietta, would probably search for a new pair of parents.

But I can't not warn Chelsea, who will surely tell her group to stay away from Henrietta, and I can't not show her parents what Henrietta's wrath exactly looked like.

As long as they wouldn't turn their backs on her, everything was allowed, and I figured that showing them how she tried to butcher me was still not enough for them to do so.

My guess is that only if they knew she was not their Henrietta and that she had murdered their son, would they stop being her parents.

And, I can't also not be resentful and petty because I'll get a fucking stomach ulcer then.

If Henrietta shows her scars, I will show mine too.

I took my sweater off, and then my shirt, standing upper body naked in front of them, including my grandma. Well, it wasn't planned that way.

Everyone's eyes were on my body, looking at the countless stab wounds that had scarred pinkish. They adorned my heart, my stomach, my neck, which wasn't that visible before I took everything off, and my ribs.

My grandmothers face fell, more than it already had, and she stood up to smash her stick at Mr. Devin.

"I WON'T TOLERATE ANOTHER WORD FROM YOUR FAMILY! I WILL BURRY EACH ONE OF YOU! I WILL CURSE YOU, IF YOU MAKE EVEN SO MUCH AS ANOTHER PEEP!"

Mr. Devin didn't even register my grandma's actions and covered his mouth with a hand, before turning to exchange a glance with his wife, who was also stupefied.

"Oh my god." Chelsea came to my side and tremblingly, she placed her hand on my chest.

I smiled at her in assurance that I was okay, when I saw Henry standing up.

He looked in a daze at me and came closer, letting his eyes wander from me to the rest of the room, before grinning brightly.

I lightly pushed Chelsea away, and she got the hint to distance herself. I conjured up a baton behind my back, and while Jeyjey screamed and my grandmother took out her gun, Henry again lunged at me.

This time I was prepared, and the moment I saw that he went for my neck again, I swung the baton at his head.

He fell and blacked out once again; can't do this too often, or he will become an idiot.

"So that was that." I said, conjuring up two needles to let the baton disappear before clothing myself again. These damn clothes were so fucking gross because of all the blood, pee, and sweat.

"Are there clothes in your mansion?" I asked my grandma who put her gun back into her tunic.

"Naturally. Clothes that fit you, Steven, Lauren, as well as your father." She said.

"Wow, I am touched." I chuckled.

Who would have thought that the old dragon even prepared things like that, though nobody came and visited her because it was her marching regularly into my father's mansion as if it were her own.

Or maybe she had prepared them for the apocalypse along with the food and water.

"What can I do when my grandchildren don't have any sense of appropriate clothes? You always dress like a gangster." She said in apparent disgust.

The others were silently watching us argue, and Baggy Jeans came down the stairs with the others in tow.

Mr. Devin had gone to his daughter's and wife's side, both looking at each other in a silence, worried and distraught. Henrietta had her head bowed so that her hair covered her face, but I caught her tremble in anger.

"Let's go, there are fresh clothes in the mansion too. Baggy Jeans, come and help put that unconscious guy on my back."

"...my name is Sebastian...." He murmured. While helping, he looked at Jeyjey and found her frightened,

"What happened?"

I brought Henry up a bit, and with my hands securing his thighs, and his arms over my shoulders to my chest, I felt stable enough to jump out of the window together.

Nobody answered Baggy Jeans, and the other followed me outside.

First it was again about going down the asphalt chunk, and I opted for just jumping down with Henry on my back. It ruptured a few wounds, but they closed just as soon. I am really curious how long Henrietta's blood will be this effective.

I turned around, reached in my jacket, and made the 'catch motion', having the big ladder in one hand when I pulled my hand out again, while standing bowed as to not lose Henry to the gravitation.

It should look dumb and comical, but it worked, after half dragging and half throwing the ladder there where it belonged, and securing Henry again, I saw everyone looking in amazement and shock.

"So it is true?" Very good. Baggy Jeans had told them about my milliary equipment, like I wanted him to.

"When the rope disappeared, it went back into the interdimensional bag?" Glasses Guy asked.

Oh yeah, that also happened.

"The interdimensional bag I have is the most inferior item the military has. They won't give a prisoner their best equipment and let it be bound to his soul forever. That would be just dumb. So the things taken out of this bag will disappear back inside after two minutes." While I talked, my grandmother had climbed down and turned to me. Her expression told me that she was clearly looking down on me for all the absurd lies I spouted. I chose to ignore her trying to pick up a fight.

"The military experimented on such stuff for more than fifty years, they are far more ahead regarding technologies than the public can even imagine." The guy of the pair that had gotten no extra food commented. Now, looking closer at him, he is wearing a dirty anti-establishment shirt. Nice one, Anti-Guy!

There were murmurs and quiet discussion, as we made our way to the mansion. We had to take the long way because I wanted to see if the bald corpses were still there. I also didn't want everyone to press themselves into the hole of the mansions' corner I had entered through the first time, and make it bigger than it already was.

Henry fell twice to the ground, one time when I was at the end of the ladder, climbing down, and one time when I conjured up the ladder. Each time I got angry at him and then at myself. Luckily, he didn't seem overly injured, the baton, on the other hand, had left him with a big bump on his head.

As if doing it deliberately, his unconscious self showed off this head injury when he fell both times, just like his sister had, and that just to make me feel bad.

Yet, it was he who went for my neck again, so why the fuck should I feel bad for that gay fucker?

I won't... feel guilty or anything.