Not Another Bottle

Chapter Seventeen

Oliver's POV
A day has since past since my mother's suicide. Most people would be devistated, but I am more comfortable with death than life. Death is simple, life is so complicated and... meaningless.
As I had hoped, they put me in an esilum rather than jail or prison. As I arived, I was escorted in by some orderlies "Hey is there an orderly named barney here?" I asked the people who brought me in. One laughed and got the reference, the other just said "Shut up" bitterly. "Come on guy, what's a guy gotta do to get one of those hanibal masks?" They agresively threw me into a room and closed the door. "What? No jacket? It's cold in here" I said as I heard the clacking of there shoes walk away from my cell. I "misbehaved"
a little. Just enough to get me what I asked for.
My second day in I got a vister. As she came to my room, the orderlys prepared me by tightening my jacket, my mask, and restraining me to a dolly. "Seriously though guys, can I get an ordinary named barney?" I asked through the hanibal mask. Debra came up to my cell door and the orderly opened the slide that allowed me to see her and for her to see me. "Good evening clarisse" I said through the door. "Dr. Lector." She replied getting the reference. "What are you doing here?" I asked her plainly. "I wanted to make sure your ok, you don't seem like yourself" she replied. "How would you know? You don't know me." I countered. She said nothing. "Anyway, I won't be in here long..." I said looking up at the celing. "And why is that?" she asked
"Because with the right strings pulled you, nor I, wore ever here. Now, run along, I'll be home shortly." I told her. She didn't respond, she only did as I said and left. An orderly walked by my door and I called to him "hey, buddy" he turned to see me. "Do you have the time?" I asked, he looked at his watch and before he awnsered I said "to liten to me whine, about nothing and everything all at once" he looked at me confused and stepped forward "are you one of thoes meledramatic fools, who are nurotic to the bone?" He returned. Good, he understands. "No doubt about it. You know,..." He jumped in with me and at the same time we both said "Sometimes I give myself the creeps, and sometimes my mind plays tricks on me, it all keeps adding up I think I'm going up. Am I paranoid or am I just stoned?" We said in tune to the song. "Yes! I love that song!" Said the orderly. "Hey man, my dudes left me here tied to this dolly, you think you could unstrap me?" He had a look of caution on his face "I don't know man..." He replied thinking about what to do. "Look I'm not asking you to take me out of the jacket, I just don't wanna stand here forever" he looked around "Alright... but only the dolly, nothing else..." He entered the room slowly and untied me from the straps that bound me to that damn uncomfortable dolly. "Much abilged. I would shake your hand, but you know...." I thanked him. "Yeah..." He replied "hey..." I started "Your wallet seems a bit thin..." I started "Yeah, budget cuts have got everyone getting less, what are you offering?" He asked. "Well all I need you to do is get me in contact with an... assosiet of mine. How's $50 sound to you?" I asked. "Come on man, your asking me to break the law, it's gonna be a little more than that" I looked at him and grind "You know what, you are absolutely right. How's 100?" I asked. "Most exelent dude" he returned happily. "Wonderful" I returned.
Debra's POV
I walked home board and alone. Man I could really use a bowl, it's amazing how quickly your views change once you try new things, isn't it? That's why I love trying new things!
I came home to a quiet, dark house. I walk down the halls and look at all the family photos we took, I don't know why, but I found it hard to look at them. It hurt, deep within my chest, it hurt really bad and I don't know what to do. The pain crawls across my body like a cancer and moves from my chest into my throat, makeing it hard to breath. From there it spreads up into the back of my eyes and now I cry, why? Why am I crying? I don't have anything to be sad about. I ran upstairs into my room and took out my jurnal and started to write. This feeling, I don't understand it, I feel exauated. I just want to lie down for a while and not think, mabye go to sleep. I go back down stairs to sit outside for a while, and I did, but on my way back inside, I stopped at my parent's liquor cabinet. I stood there looking at it, it's as though it's calling for me. I reach a hand foreword, but then I remember oliver's words "I wouldn't do that if I wore you" I pulled my hand away and thought about it. I decided against it for now and decided to go for a walk.
I walked around town for a while, walking the dark streets, that wore once familar, but now seem different to me. Why is everything different? It's bothering me, could this and these new found emotions be related? Is one cause and the other effect? God it's agonizing not knowing. I ended up at my old school, I decided to take a trip down memory lane and so I walked the empty halls. I miss this place, I miss my friends, hell, most everyone here was my friend. I saw a peace of crumpled up paper on the ground and picked it up and looked at the inside. It was the cover to the news paper. I wish it'd never had happed. What did I do to disserve that? Who's ceral did I piss in? I thought... I thought I was a good person, I went to church every Sunday, always got good grades, I was friendly to everyone and was friends with most people at my school. I couldn't bear to keep reading. I dropped it and ran away, just took off in whatever direction. I ran, I don't know why, I can't run from what already happened, I can't run from what he did to me... what he took from me. I wasn't watching where I was going, it's hard to when your crying, I ran directly into Cameron. I raise my head to apologize, when I notice it's him. I go to apologize but before I could get a word out he pulled me in close and held me "it's alright honey, don't say anything, it's ok" I cried and cried, he never said a word, never asked why, just held me, huged me while I wept in his arms.
Once I finnally stopped crying, I asked him "What are you doing out here Cameron? It's late" he pulled out a pack of cigarettes and said "I went and got these for my mom, I was on my way home just now" he replied "if anything though, I ought to ask you why your out here, don't your parents want you in bed by like 11?" He asked. I moved the hair out of my face and said "Yeah, but there out visiting reletives, I'll be home alone till Monday morning." He started walking and I fallowed "so do you wanna talk about whatever is bothering you?" He asked awkwardly. I went to speak, but nothing came out, I couldn't say no nor could I say yes, I just stood there mouth open, tears in eyes. Finnally I just shook my head no.
"This is me" he said looking at his house. "Stay safe, alright?" He said to me "Yeah, thanks cam" and I walked off into the night.
Oliver's POV
I stepped out of the asilum, I may be out of the jacket, but I'm not free yet. I get in my car and drive down to the docks, time to pay my debt. I get out of my car, grab a pair of brass nuckles and keep them in my jacket pocket, along with a knife in my pants pocket. "Brolbov's auto shop" the sign read "wonder if they sell any moon shine" I step inside and imidetly a man comes out to me and places his hand on my sholder. Mistake on his part. I grab his wrist and put him in a joint lock that brings him to hiss knees. The other workers are alarmed but don't move on me yet. "Nikolai, пожалуйста" One went into the back room then comes back in a few moments. I let go of the man I was holding and entered the smokey room that looked straight out of The God Father. Nikolai gestures over to a man and he lites his cigar for him, he exhales smoke then says "You've done some bad things Oliver" he said in a thick Russian acient, giving his cigar a tap to let off the ashes. "Are you not the head of the Russian mob?" I returned. "да, that I am, but you..." He said taking a drag from his cig. "You are one fucked up kid, you know?" He said with a grin. "Jakov, your wasting my time, you know what I'm here to do. You got me out and made that whole mess go away, I want to make us square." He exhales smoke and says "Так что это тогда? Right down to business?" He said putting our the cigar. "Look, as I said, you one crazy mother fucker and honestly, we need someone like you." He said folding his hands together. "I appreciate what you did for me, but I don't want to join the mob." I explained. "Who says you have choice?" The two men from the back of the room stepped forward. I looked him square in the eye, and said "Jakov, one of two things are going to happen, either you and I can negotiate a deal so that both parties benefit..." I started "or?" He asked "Я могу поставить два ваших лучших людей в земле" I love it when you get to see the fear in a man's eyes, even if it's just for a moment, I saw it, and I know it's there. He gestured to the men and they came forward twards me. One came up from the right and one from the left, he has a glass eye, easy target for me to exploit. I kicked the one to the left in the knee, the one on the right grabbed the meat on my sholder and I pushed it away with my hand. I bashed his head on Nikolai's desk and that's when the other one pushed me over, knocking over Nikolai's drink. "Сукин сын! Ants! Do you want them! This, this is how you get them!" I reached over and grabbed a glass shard and stabbed the man in his glass eye. As he screamed in agony, I looked at Jakov and said "right?" Then the man below Struck me in the face. I stabbed him in the stomach with the shard that was in his eye. Then I threw the shard at he other man, while he blocked the glass I punched him in the stomach and while his head was down I put him in a guillotine choke and snapped his neck. I let his limp, lifeless body drop to the ground, picked up the knocked over chair I was sitting in before, sat down and said, "now, may we talk business?"