Flip the Coin [BL] Chapter 4. New guy

I went ho after telling the guys again that they should let it go.

Funny. I had never seen myself so protective of soone nearly bursting my eye and choking half to death.

I can't believe Henrietta is dead; it wasn't that we had so big connection between us, but I kind of liked her. She was tall, though not as tall as her brother; blue eyes, long black hair—she was a stunning beauty.

But she was reclusive, not talking, leaving people to admire her from afar. It really surprised when she ca to first. I rember her slender body, the school uniform too big on her, shadows under her eyes. She just looked unhealthy.

"Can you really see in people's past?" She asked , finding while I smoked behind the school alone. It was a year ago, and I was surprised that she had even heard of . She was a class above in her senior year.

"Depends on whom you ask." I told her with a smirk, not interested in flipping the coin when I wasn't drunk.

"I am asking you." She took a step closer, and the proximity was too extre for our first talk; her eyes seed empty, but her action felt nearly forceful. Her voice was monotone but quite frank.

"If you are asking , then the answer is yes." I nodded, I had to look up at her, she was so damn tall, and there was a tree behind . In hindsight, it was the sa as when eting her brother, both too tall, making feel cornered.

"Look into my past." She demanded, her blue eyes dark and hollow.

I normally wouldn't do such services just because soone demanded it, Danny being an exception because I wanted to see him die of embarrassnt after being cocky with . But her desperation was so thick that I felt engulfed by it.

I threw my cigarette on the floor and held my hand up. Before I could explain that I needed to touch her, her fingers had already interlocked with mine as she looked down on .

Sighing, I closed my eyes and flipped the coin. The golden woman uncovered her ears and all I heard were screams. From different people, high-pitched ones, deep ones, the ones of children, but overall, they were all blood-churning.

Snapping my eyes back open, her expression was urging .

"Screams, a hell lot of screams. That was what I heard." I said, tilting my head and observing her.

There was a small smile on her face.

"Yes. Please help find out more."

And that was our first eting. I would et her every few days as she ca to my secret smoking place, every ti I was at her service. I never asked her what she wanted to know, but slowly, she started to talk herself about it.

She told that she had problems with her mory and needed to fill the holes. But regretfully, I wasn't that much of a help.

Either hearing screams or seeing blurred pictures of people dying, being squished like ants. I ca to the conclusion that there had been an accident, like an earthquake or sothing, but she never confird it.

But the Henrietta, the dull, beautiful girl she had been, wasn't the person I saw through her brother's eyes. I could only see her face and collarbones, her body being covered. However, the sheet didn't hinder from seeing that her legs were missing, together with a good part of her arms as well.

What on earth had happened to her?

And how on earth did her brother co up with being the culprit?

When did it even happen? There was nothing on the internet or in the news.

So because of that, even through I had a black eye and handprints all over my neck, and was being queasy as hell, I went to my first day of school.

I zipped up my school uniform after bandaging my neck so that nobody saw that I was injured, and went for sunglasses, getting rid of strange stares along the way.

Taking the bus, I was a long while later there. I had an inkling that we would get information about the murder at school; maybe they pressed the news down because Henrietta had only just graduated from our school, and they wanted to inform the students directly. Or it was because she was only identified not long ago.

When I entered the school, Danny hung imdiately on .

"How are you, man?"

"Fine." I said as we walked to the classroom together.

"Just to warn you..." Before he could say it, when I touched his hand on my shoulder, I flipped the coin in my mind involuntarily again, the golden color showing the past. The woman's ears and eyes were uncovered.

Danny walks into the classroom this morning and sees a dark figure at the end of the class. He can't believe his eyes and walks to the figure in a fit of rage, but is held back by Jordan.

"Let it go, Kenny said we should let it be."

Coming back to the present, I narrowed my eyes and heard Danny talk.

"He is in our class.... The guy who had attacked you yesterday."