Not Another Bottle

Chapter Sixteen

Debra's POV
"911? My mother just comited suicide" Oliver said into his phone quite calmly. I couldn't fight it, I wept and fell to the ground. "Oh my god, Oliver" I said crying into my hands. He stood there lifeless, he didn't say a word, just... stood there.
Within the hour police and ambulances swarmed into the old run down house like insects swarming onto the carcus of a dead animal on the side of the rode. Detectives and first on sighters interviewed Oliver and I as the CSI'S looked over her dead body. "Definite suicide captain" I over heard one of the lab guys say to the comanding officer. Guess suicidal tendencies runs in the family. "Had you met Mrs. Bates prior to tonight?" The detective asked me. "No sir, this was the first time I've been here" I replied honestly. "Did Oliver ever show signs that things worent ok at home?" He asked me. I want to lie for him, but he needs help, medical help, I'm going to tell the truth. "All the time, are you kidding me? I don't know what she or Mr. Bates have done to him, but whatever it is, he needs help, please. Before it's too late..." I turned away from him. "What do you mean?" He asked for clerefication. "I mean, he's depressed, he's attempted suicide, hell, the poor guy can't even function when talking to other people." I said worried, finally expressing my worry for him. The detective and I looked over to see oliver shakeing while talking to another detective. "Thank you for your coraperation miss." He said walking tword Oliver. "Hey" I said, and the detective turned back around. "What ever your going to do, don't touch him" I said warning him. He walked over to him and sort of pushed the other detective to the side and said "Hi Oliver, I'm detective Luis, we need to take you down to the station, ok?" He said speaking to Oliver vary calmly. "No no no no no no no no no" Oliver said shakeing his head at that statement. "Your not in truble ok buddy? We just need to talk to you some more, alright?" The detective said trying to purswayed him. "Come on ass wipe, hands behind your head" a beat cop said grabbing oliver by the hand trying to force his hands behind his head. "No!" Detective Luis yelled as he reached out in a futile attempt to stop the cop; it was already too late. Oliver rederected the officer's hand and created an opening which oliver took. He punched the cop in the stomach and moved behind him still holding his arm, he brought his elbow down apon it with great strangth and fear. He took the cops night stick and held it against his throat. "Nobody fucking move!" He yelled. "Whoa whoa whoa, everyone calm down!" Detective Luis yelled. "Tell me, do you know how many foot pounds it takes to break the neck of a fat cop, detective?" He said tightening his grip, now turning the cops neck to the side slightly. "Because I do, it only takes 1000, I just have to turn my arms and... pop!" Oliver stated. "Ok, ok, I get it, your a smart and strong guy and you can kill him, but what does that get you? You kill him we've got no reason not to shoot you, let him go, please." The detective asked him. I walked over in font of oliver "Debra, move, I'm a little busy at the moment" he said to me. "Officers, please, if you put your guns down I can get him to give up, just put them down." Everyone looked around, some whispered and mourmered. The captain finally said "Let her work" and all the officers put down there wepons.
I looked at him with a sympathetic look and started "Oliver..." He didn't look at me back, he only began to weep. "Let him go, please, don't make this worse for yourself, you just lost your mom, don't throw yourself in the chair too." He pushed the cop away and I rushed to him, holding him in my arms as he cried. The cops of course didn't let that go on too long, as he was arested promptly.
They took he and I both to the police station. I don't really know why they had me there, they had gotten everything they needed from me already. Oliver though... he was different, they needed alot from him, and I doubt there gonna get it. I was on the other side of the one way mirror from oliver as they interviewed him, there was a look of emptyness behind his eyes, like he was done, with everything. They asked him questions and he awserd, no shakeing, nothing, like he didn't care at all.
Oliver's POV
There's nothing left for me here on this earth... I'm useless, parhpathetic, insecure, mean, and just a pice of shit no one will miss. I imidetly asked for a lawyer the moment I arived. They brought in a psychiatrist once they wore done asking me things. He sat down and put his things on the table then said "hi, I'm dr. Jones, how are you?" He asked rather happy. "Handcuffed to a table in an interagation room in a police station, but other than that I'm just peachy" "I see..." He responded, taking some papers and a pen out of his brief case. "I am here to give you a psychiatric evaluation, now before we begin, do you have any questions for me?" He asked in his same tone. "What sort of doctoral degree do you have?" I asked him. "I have a PhD in both psychiatry and psychology" he said "Alright then, I'm ready to begin" I responded. "Exaltent," He said "have you ever seriously contemplated suicide?" He asked, speaking more seriously now. "Almost every day..." I said staring at the ground. He marked a little box then said "have you ever coused harm to yourself purposely?" He asked, you know my awnser. "Again, almost everyday..." I said, still looking at the floor. "Hmm... I see" he said marking another box. "Have you ever caused harm to anyone else purposely?" He asked "Yes, many a time" I responded. "Do you ever hear voices or see something or someone who isn't there?" He asked me. "Sometimes" I replied "mhm..." He said marking another box. "Have you ever burned something that wasn't made to be burnt?" He asked. "Yes" was of course my awnser.
More of these tipes of questions wore asked of me for the next twenty minutes, finally, the doctor said "I probably should have lead with this so I ask your forgiveness..." He cleared his throat "Do you have any knowledge of psychological disorders that you may have or used to have Mr. Bates?" He asked, closing his brief case, notes and papers inside. There it is, that name, that stupid name, the thing that legally ties me to my father, my mother, the rest of thoes basterds I'm related to. As if there blood and gentics running around inside me wasn't enough, I'm legally tied to them as well. "I'd like it vary much if you didn't call me that doctor." I replied calmly. "I beg your pardon? You wish for me to not refer to you as, Mr. Bates?" I looked him in the eyes, deep, withn his eyes, and within his eyes I saw my reflection and I could see that mine wore souless and cruel. "That is correct doctor, however, believe me when I say, don't test me. I understand your a man of science and that's your job, but while you may be used to working with children or lab rats, I'm a hell of alot different from either of the thing I just metined. I will snap your neck before you can blink and get out of thes handcuffs no problem. Don't test me doctor." I sat further in my seat as the doctor swallowed hard what I imagine was a misture of fear and shame; needless to say he left promptly and in a hurry. "Doctor..." I said as he was in the door way. "Yes?" He replied nervously. "You never let me answer your question" I returned. "Ah yes" he laughed nervously. "How forgetful I can be some times, I apologize." I didn't move, not at all, not my eyes, not my body. "I've been previously diagnosed with things such as depression, anxiety, paranoia, ptsd, and I'm a psychopath" I stated plainly. He seemed a little suppised and the list of things that are wrong with me. "Well umm, thank you, again for your cooperation, Mr.- sorry, Oliver" I didn't say anything this time, just let him run out the door when he left.
Detective Luis entered the room, file in hand. He dropped it on the table in front of me. "I'm not gonna lie to you oliver, it's not looking good" he said looking me in the eye. I picked up the file and looked at the inside. "I know, these mug shots are terrible..." I said sarcastically. "This is not a game oliver..." "is that salad in my teeth?" He slapped the file out of my hand. "Do you think I'm jokeing oliver? You threated to kill a cop!" He yelled at me. "I feel like you have a point in all of this..." I continued to be sarcastic. "Look the DA want to charge you with attempted murder in the first. That's a bad sentence Oliver and you do not wanna fuck with her, she is a nasty lady who will bring down anyone who looks at her wrong, and I don't know what you did to piss her off, but she's got it in for you!" He lectured. I sat there thinking. "What?!" He finally spoke after 5 mins of silence. "Get me Nelson and Murdock" I continued to be an inconvenience for the good detective. He threw the files across the room "does that make you feel like a big man? Hmm? Big bad detective knows how to throw things, well congratulations, your trying to intimidate a high school student. I hope you feel better about yourself." "God damn it oliver!!!" He yelled loudly. "Look, she wants to cut you a deal and turn you into an informer. And that is a good deal you better take!" I just laughed at him. "What's so funny there pretty boy?" He got in my face, and just as quickly as I had started laughing, my face went emotionless. "First of all your not my tipe, second of all, do these cameras record sound?" I looked up at the celing. "Yeah, why?" He got intrigued. "Because I am going to have so much fun suing you and the DA" "what! You little shit, on what grounds!?" He yelled in outrage. "Well aside from not giving me a lawyer, which I've asked for already, but also for the cute little threat you just made. See even if the DA is bluffing, I can still sue the shit out of you for lieing to me and making an empty threat to a minor. Unlike a good portion of the population, I know my rights detective. Now, this is the last time I'm going to say it, give me a lawyer" He stormed out of the room angry "call me" I said as he slammed the door.