Flip the Coin [BL]-Chapter 207. Welcome Home
Two years we have been away, one year deducted for entering the South District hole and saving a bunch of people, and Ethan got another year off for rescuing the survivors a second time as well.
After four years, I am eligible for parole, which is why I will also soon have my parole hearing. The judge, sadly, was not the same one from before, or maybe that helped me.
The moment Ethan mentioned I would be interested in the center, the hammer fell. I will have my parole hearing, but it has already been decided that I will have house arrest and then move into the center instead of going back to prison.
Now we have to get Kenny to join me because I am not going anywhere without him, and he is going nowhere without me.
The more time I was away from him, the more anxious I became, so I hurried to the car as soon as we came out.
"Nothing will happen, not that soon. I can imagine them standing over a display, watching the tracker, and deploying a few teams to storm the mansion," Ethan said while cleaning his glasses as we were driven. My leg still didn’t stop moving up and down rapidly because of this poor assurance.
"They will storm the mansion?" I asked back.
"They will try to put on a show for us, wanting us to believe that handing Kenny over is our duty and such. It’s a ruse. Do you read novels?" Ethan put his glasses on, and I raised my eyebrows at his tough-guy act.
"Just say what you want to say."
"In cases of a worldwide catastrophe or apocalypse, the law is weakened, yet as long as there are enough people to enforce it, it isn’t to be overthrown—not immediately at least. The laws will change, but they have to follow them in a certain way. If not, they would be admitting that humanity is beyond saving, in essence, allowing this worst case scenario to happen."
"Let’s see how long it will take." Now, I am again leaning more toward an apocalypse.
As long as we are strong enough to survive it with ease, we wouldn’t have to care about the authorities. If not even proving Kenny’s innocence in the case of my ’sister’ would get them off his back, then maybe they should just all die.
I impatiently waited for the car to finally reach the mansion and immediately jumped out. The guards did not wander around heedlessly; there was no alarm, no apparent fire. I sprinted up the stairs and asked myself if I wouldn’t have been faster to just run here from the courthouse.
On the third floor, I bolted into Kenny’s room and saw him lying there, his grandma in the chair by the window, eating breakfast with a grumpy face while looking outside.
"He is still here." She commented dryly.
"Mhm, that’s not a matter of course." I said, and she laughed lightly before again making a bad face.
"I have called a specialist for him to get rid of—" She froze while looking at the bed.
I turned my head and saw exhausted red eyes blinking sleep away. Kenny looked at his grandmother and then at me before chuckling and closing his eyes.
"Kenny?" My heart skipped a few beats, and I kneeled on the bed to shift closer to him.
"How are you feeling? Does it hurt somewhere?"
"I want to wake up," he whispered, not opening his eyes again.
"You are awake, Kenny, feel that?" I put my hand on his forehead, sliding it to his cheek. Before I could react, he grabbed my hand and bit into it like an angry cat.
"What...what? ARE YOU A DOG?" Mrs. Howard sprang up from her chair and came closer.
Kenny finally opened his eyes and looked at me without letting go; he was so incredibly adorable that it melted my heart.
"WILL YOU LET GO OF HIM?!" His grandma screamed at him, and he sadly followed her command.
"Is this real?" He asked with narrowed eyes.
"NATURALLY IT IS! YOU DARE TO ASK YOUR ELDER IF SHE IS REAL? WHERE IS THE—" Stopping, she went to get her stick.
Looking at my palm and the few droplets of blood, I place my lips on it to stop the bleeding while going around the bed to prevent Mrs. Howard from beating him.
With my back turned to a raging old lady, I kneeled on the bed again.
"You are home; how are you?"
Kenny’s eyes were so heartbreakingly empty that I suddenly feared he wouldn’t overcome what had happened.
No.
As long as he was alive, everything would be salvageable.
"Are you thirsty?" I asked, and seeing him nod, I went to get water.
"What happened?" Mrs. Howard asked him, suddenly looking as if she had aged back the twenty or thirty years she had become younger.
"Hm? What happened...?" Kenny said.
"What happened, what happened..." He repeated mechanically.
I was in the midst of giving him water when he suddenly cramped and started shaking, his eyes rolling partly back.
"WE NEED A DOCTOR!" Mrs. Howard screamed while I threw the glass on the floor and climbed onto the bed, cupping his face.
"Kenny! Everything is alright; calm down!"
His state seemed like the seizures he was having inside prison, when being in handcuffs. It was psychological, not physiological.
"Next week, I have my parole hearing. Do you want to come and vouch for my good deeds and character? Remember how I calmed you down in that hellhole? Should I do that again now?"
I bent down and whispered in his ear, "We are back in our world. Should we go see a movie? Is there something you want to eat?"
His skin had turned cold, and he was sweating while still trembling and shaking, tautening his muscles. Yet when I distanced myself a bit to look into his eyes, he met my gaze with a bit more calm.
"Action movie or horror movie? Which one do you want to see?" I asked him, sinking into his red eyes that looked like blood, like a sunset, like life itself.
"B-b-both." He stuttered out, still trembling a bit.
"Okay, let’s go see both soon. Popcorn or nachos?" I asked him.
"B-both." He flashed a brief smile.
"So greedy. Good, I will feed you until you are stuffed. Cola or Sprite?" Though I already knew the answer.
"Cola."
Yes, yes, that I know.
I stroked his wet forehead, pushing his hair back, and for a brief moment, I saw him nearly close his eyes because he apparently liked my touch.
Not only dogs like to be petted; cat-like masters do so as well.
"Welcome home. I missed you horribly."
