140. What a quick-witted friend

The grief was unbearable until it left me as if it had never been there. I was still grabbing my mother when the scene changed. 

It was deep into the night, and I had waited in the living room for my family to return when I saw my father entering the door, holding the hands of my brother and sister.

His face looked like a hideous mask, and he neither acknowledged my presence nor the fact that both of my siblings were crying heartbreakingly.

My whole body spasmed, and the next time I opened my eyes, I found Henry straddling me, having a taser in his hand.

"What?" I asked, but my voice didn't come out. We were indoors on a mattress, Henry sitting on me, leaning over and nearly engulfing me with his body.

"Kenny, I am sorry; you have to act now." He took my hand and put something in it.

I raised it and found that I was holding a knife. I looked at it in hesitation when Henry grabbed my wrist.