Flip the Coin [BL]-Chapter 433. It’s Time

Henry’s POV

When I opened my eyes, I was again sitting at the table, with the present Kenny beside me.

I looked at him, and he looked at me as if he wanted to ask if I had been sucked into his vision again.

But he stopped when he saw my expression.

Yes, I was in there; yes, I saw his future self looking at the spot I stood, the same spot MY Kenny had probably stood to watch us walk towards the spot beside the warehouse as well.

Now, I watched Kenny lean back, and for a moment, he stared at the ceiling while Ethan and the kid didn’t move so as not to intercept whatever was going on on our side.

In the end, he sighed and looked back at me, and then, while still holding my hand, he closed his eyes, and I was sucked in again...

...into our bedroom, where I see how my future self carries FutureKenny inside.

My future self props himself on the mattress to slowly place Kenny there, and suddenly both of them look at the spot behind the door where I stand.

In the midst of placing him down, I see bright red eyes lurking behind the shoulder of my future self and blue eyes that are mine—two gazes on me that should feel the most familiar but fill me with a sense of terror instead.

"KENNY!" My past, my present,– my intruding self yells.

"GET US OUT!" I holler; the feeling of dissociation and threat coming from that mattress of the two individuals that are and should be us is making my skin crawl.

2

I jerked back into the view I should have in front of me, back into the present.

I tightened my hands around Kenny’s and caged it between my legs.

As if trapping that hand with my thighs would somehow stop him from flipping the coin again, as if that would be able to stop him more than not touching him would—which would indeed be a better way.

"What happened?" Ethan pushed his glasses up while the brown-haired girl was still quietly busy in the kitchen.

"Did you feel something?" Kenny asked absentmindedly, gripping my hand just as tightly back.

"No. You two are behaving strangely, in front of Ren at that." He glanced at the kid, and I followed his eyes, seeing Ren just sitting there and staring at us.

Not especially scared or disturbed, as if he knew that Kenny was ’just’ taking a look into the future.

Mrs. Howard entered the room with the staff sergeant.

"What is this atmosphere?" she asked unhappily.

"Do you know how many potatoes this poor girl had to smash while you were outside playing with fish?"

"Carp," Kenny corrected automatically, and Mrs. Howard grimaced at him while taking the chair the staff sergeant held out for her as if it was only natural.

Her eyes wandered, however, to Kenny, sitting a bit sideways, leaning toward me, and she looked at the table as if she could see through it at my hands around his.

Then she faced me with an unreadable but very stern look, and after a second of holding it, I let Kenny out of the trap, just enough for him to sit comfortably without letting go of his hand in my own.

"So tonight you will go to the warehouse?" Mrs. Howard asked as if to diffuse the tension, her grey eyes nevertheless wandering to me here and there.

"Yeah," Kenny answered while I smiled at her fakely when she sent me another glare.

Mrs. Howard, the grasp I have over your grandson is tight enough for you to be unable to do anything against it.

And the grasp your grandson has over me is tight enough to choke the soul out of my body, sending me to heaven with just a light squeeze.

"The address ..." Ethan started when he stopped upon seeing Emma carry one of the many, many big bowls of mashed potatoes to the table.

Instead of letting her overhear confidential information, he stood up to help her set the table.

"We already know; just say when we have to be there," Kenny assured him while leaning back again, slouching in his seat. 𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶

I hummed in agreement.

From the vision we have seen, Kenny and I will be able to come back uninjured, and although he seemed a bit weak as my future self carried him to the mattress, I hadn’t spotted any blood on either of us.

Especially on Kenny; there was no nosebleed or traces of him vomiting blood again.

So I was sure today would pose no danger for him, something I can’t say about taking a look into the future.

My grip on his hand had tightened involuntarily again, and I felt his other hand patting mine reassuringly.

Ethan placed another bowl of mashed potatoes on the table and praised the delicious smell, with Mrs. Howard chiming in, giving Kenny the opportunity to whisper in my ear without the others noticing.

"I won’t look into the future anymore, don’t worry."

I nodded and let go of his hand to fill up our glasses while Kenny started filling our plates, mostly with the prominent side dish that was everywhere.

After filling mine, he got the kid a portion as well before getting himself ready.

This kid will really carry Kenny’s last name; I can’t say that I am happy. More, I am jealous.

I want his last name as well.

If Kenny more or less adopts him, I want the kid to at least carry my name together with his.

Howard-Devin, it wouldn’t sound so bad for that little clone.

But thinking of it being Mrs. Howard who adopted him, I didn’t care about the name thing so much anymore.

A relationship between lovers, and we were MUCH MORE than that, was WAY CLOSER than between remote cousins.

When everybody had sat down and the girl had left the kitchen to eat with her father or grandfather or whatever upstairs, it was finally time to eat.

I took Kenny’s hand back and scooped our handiwork with my left one, and upon tasting the mashed potatoes, I found them especially tasty.

Nevertheless, the blue and red stare I had received twice still didn’t leave my mind.

Were they staring at Kenny? At me? And aren’t we compelled to behave the same way our future selves had behaved?

Because every little change could influence the future, wasn’t the future holding our well-being hostage now while simultaneously giving us a script to behave and act accordingly so that we wouldn’t change and risk anything?

At least it wasn’t that complicated of a script to follow.

I dug in to gain strength, and Kenny did the same to my relief, and the dinner was soon over.

"Can you tell me now if you plan to show up later? You know, so that we don’t miss each other again?" Kenny asked his grandmother with a smile.

"I learned my lesson; I won’t intrude again on your new hobby of playing with dead animals." Mrs. Howard answered while sipping on her coffee.

Kenny laughed helplessly, sounding as charming as ever, melting my goosebumps away.

"Let’s meet there in two hours." Ethan took a look at his watch, and I fished my phone out of my pocket to look at the time as well.

"Alright," I answered before pulling Kenny from the bench.

We could hear Kenny’s grandmother grumble as we left.

"Dragging my grandson around, and he doesn’t even put up a fight. I am not related to this convicted wimp; it’s an embarrassment that we share the same name, playing with potatoes, with dead fish, and with dead rats, a perfect recipe for a serial killer..."

I put my finger on the lock to open the door to our room while looking back at Kenny.

Uncharacteristically, he didn’t yell back at her but just chuckled, and we soon entered the room, though the staff sergeant’s voice still reached us as he talked to the old lady with a calming tone.

"Don’t worry, everything will go according to the plan."

Upon going in and locking the door behind us, I pressed him against it, holding onto his shoulders.

"What was that?"

"I don’t know; it fucking freaked me out as well. Did you stand there in the second vision?" He pointed to his right, next to the door.

"Yes. Why was it like this? Did our future selves react to us?"

"I don’t know. Maybe because we were together while watching our future selves; maybe that produces too much weight on both sides of the watching and the watched, and it’s too close to scraping the natural law or something. Do you get what I mean?" He turned pensive, and I was so damn thankful that he was taking this as seriously as I did.

And that he didn’t have to feel this uncanny feeling all by himself.

I stared at his bright red eyes.

"Kenny, you can’t look into the future anymore."

"I know." He nodded at me earnestly.

"It creeped the hell out of me as well, especially the second vision."

"The future holds us hostage now; do you understand? Today I want everything to go well."

Kenny tilted his head and chuckled.

"A fucking matching description. Alright, we’ll stare into nothingness and repeat the conversation from the first time, just to be sure that everything works out as we saw it."

"Mhm, alright." I placed my forehead on top of his before taking his wrist and dragging him to the mattress.

We both let ourselves fall, and I instantly curled around him, wrapping my arms and legs around his body.

Kenny stared at the ceiling while reassuringly patting my arms around him, but he soon closed his eyes and breathed deeply.

Always so tired after cumming and eating, like a little beast that can only rest after being sated in one way or the other.

Well, I am responsible for satisfying each of his urges now, and I am capable enough to watch over him when he rests.

Two hours passed just like that while watching him, hearing his heartbeat, and feeling his breath rising and falling.

Time to wake him up.

Time to get over with the preparations for this nonsensical deal.

Time to behave like a good hostage.