Not Another Bottle

Chapter Nineteen

Debra's Pov
"I want you to murder Jason and all his men" I mean it. I don't just want them beaten or broken, just dead, lifeless and limp." Everyone who had ever known me would have been shocked at what I had just said, even I was a little bit. But it has to be done, Jason is menace and needs to be put down permanently. Oliver didn't bat an eye, he just took a swig from his burbon and said "I'm sorry debra, I'm afraid I can't do that" what the fuck does he mean he can't do that?! He knows what he did, what they did! "Why the hell not?" I said angrily. He swallowed and said "because I already killed them, all of them. I repainted the interior of that billing red." He said cashuly, as if it was nothing. "Are you serious?" I asked him chearfully. "Seem pretty excited over murder" He said swirling his drink, the ice cubes clacking against the glass. "Well I mean, you know what they did to me, what they wore. They needed to be put down Oliver." I said confused. Why wouldn't I be happy there dead? "I'm not saying it's not a good thing there dead, because it is. I'm just saying, it's not good sign of mental health when you are happy people are dead, considering the circumstances I'll say it's healthy, might wanna keep an eye on it though." He said downing the last swallow of his drink.
Oliver's Pov
I should have done more, Jason you colosal fucking ass hole. This, could have been prevented, I could have stopped it. No, it had to be about me, and now I have to live knowing that, forever. "Excuse me" I said to debra getting up, going into the bathroom. In there I weep. Why does everything I do end up in someone getting hurt? FUCK. FUCK. FUCK. FUCK. FUCK. I HATE MYSELF FUUUUUUUUCK. I'M SO GOD DAMN STUPID. I'M SO FUCKING DUMB. I'M SO INCONCIDERET. I JUST WANT TO FUCKING DIE. WHY DOESN'T ANYONE FUCKING LOVE ME? WHY AM I SUCH A FUCK UP? WHAT DID I EVER DO TO DISSERVE THIS PAIN? FUCKING KILL ME, PUT A DOUBLE BARREL TO MY STOMACH AND PULL THE GOD FORSAKEN TRIGGER. END ME ALREADY, I CAN'T FUCKING TAKE IT ANYMORE. I roll up my sleeve and run my finger down my arm, I can feel the long thin scab I left. I'm not proud of this, but I disserve it. I'm no worse than Jason and I should be put down.
Debra's Pov
I sit still on Oliver's couch waiting for him to get back from the rest room. I can hear him crying, poor guy, what horrendous events thoes beautiful steely blue eyes have witnessed I'll never know. Quite frankly I'm scared to find out, I know he's seen some shit. He's been in there for a while now, but it sounds like he's stopped crying at least. I should go check up on him and make sure he's ok. I walk up to the bathroom door and knock on it. "Oliver hun, are you ok?" Nothing. No awnser, I'm worried. "Oliver I know you went in there, I'll leave you alone just let me know your alive!" I bang on the door harder. "Oliver!" Shit. I try and run into the door with my shoulder but just bounce off and fall on my ass. Again and nothing. This time I try and kick it down, but same result. I think there was an axe outside by the tree. I sprint outside and get it. "Don't worry Ollie, I'm coming!" I swing the axe into the door and I get results, good, I'll do this then. I keep swinging into the door. Finally the hole I made is big enough to fit my hand through. I reach in and unlock the door. I opened the door to find an empty bathroom. I notice a few drops of blood on the floor, I look up and notice the shower curtains are closed... I force them open to find Oliver hanging from the shower head and a fresh made cut on his arm, blood dripping slowly down his arm down the drain. On his chest, writen in blood, the words "I'm sorry". "HOLY SHIT, OLIVIER!!!" I scream loudly, frantically trying to get him down, I get him down and check his pulse. I put my fingers on his neck, it's fait, but it's still there. I pull out my phone and dial 911. I tap his face trying to wake him, as the operator awnsers my call Oliver comes to and takes a big breath in. He bearly mutters the words "N-no hospital" before passing out again. "Uhhh never mind, sorry, my son hit his head and knocked himself out. I over reacted, sorry, have a good day" then hung up. Ok, ok, I took CPR a few years ago, I passed that. I'm sure nothing's changed, I can do this. I start chest compretitions then breathe into his mouth. I repeat a few times then he came too. As soon as he woke up I was in his arms, crying. "Ollie you scared me so bad!" I said crying my eyes out. All he said was "I'm sorry". Nothing else, just an apology. An emotionless apology.
Oliver's Pov
I gently push her off of me and repeat myself. "I'm sorry" I go over to the sink and rinse the cut in my arm. Then I squirt rubbing alcohol on it, and apply a band-aid. Debra got up and said "let me get that for you, sit" she put down the toilet lid and I sat down. She got a wash cloth and ran it under warm water. She rubbed it gently on my blood stained chest, slowly scrubbing off the unholy blood of my God forsaken chest. She looked me deep in my eyes, like she wanted something. What could I possibly have that she'd want? She stepped closer to me, not taking her eyes off mine. She set down the wash cloth and picked up a dry rag and dried off my chest. She dropped it and ran her finger lightly down my skin, down to my belt line. She looked down then looked back up to me and rapped her hands around my neck. She put her forehead to mine, drawing us closer. Her lips moved twords mine, slowly "debra?" I asked her. "Yes?" She replied in a whisper. "What are you doing?" I asked her calmly. "Whatever I want" she said. Then just as she went in for the kiss her phone rang. "It's my mom, sorry" she walked away and spoke to her mother. I wonder what my mother thought of me, if her idea of heaven is was it was. "I'm sorry mama, I never ment to hurt you. I never ment to make you cry" I said to myself. Just then debra came back, my parents won't be home till Monday so can I crash with you?" She asked politely. "Sure, I don't care" I awnsered honestly. I went to my room. Well my shirt is off, might as well do my uper body workouts for the day. I did push-ups, tricep dips, crunches, sit-ups, crunch twists, then Russian twists. Debra walked in as I was finishing up. "You must work out a lot to get the hot body huh?" She asked throwing herself onto my bed. "A fair amount" I said horsely. The shower head must have hurt my voice box. "I don't have a hot body though" I said quietly as to not hurt my voice. "You're joking, right?" She asked redundantly. I simply shook my head no. "Dude you're fucking hot. Look at your six pack, do you know how many chicks you can get just because of thoes?" She asked. "Wouldn't know, not much of a talker." I said walking away twords the bathroom as she fallowed. "What are you doing?" She asked coustiously. "Taking a shower" I awnsered honestly. She looked at me worried. "What am I supposed to do? I can't not shower" she thought a moment, then I saw this wide guilty grin run across her face. She did that thing where she ran her finger down my chest "I could... get in there with you" she winked. "Jesus, you don't give up do you?" I asked growing tiered of her games. "Not when it's something I really want.." she but her lip leaning in closer. "Besides.." she pushed me away and returned to normal "I was just fucking with you, but seriously, I'm standing right outside this door. Please don't." She asked of me. If I try that'll only add more weight to her sholders, plus she's standing right there, no way I can do it without her catching on. "Fine, but don't be looking in when I get out" I went to close the door when she stopped me. "Hey you striped me naked and wrapped me up in plastic, for me just to pir in while your fresh out if the shower is way less creepy" she objected. "Fair, but I would have rather you done it but didn't tell me" I argued. "Shut up and wash your filthy ass" she said with a giggle and pushed me in and closed the door behind me.
Debra's Pov
I run away from the bathroom door quickly before he knows I'm gone, I just need to grab something real quick. I pick up the little black Bic lighter and run back to the bathroom door as if I was there the whole time. "Ollie?" I asked. "Yeah?" He replied. "Nothing, how's the water?" I asked, putting a joint in my mouth. "It's warm" He said. I lit the split and inhale the smoke. "You know it's not too late to invite me in" I said teasingly. He sniffed the air "Are you smoking a blunt?" He asked suprised. "If you let me in I can bring it with" I said continuing to tease him. "You ever see the original James Bond movies, with Shawn Conery?" He asked me. What an odd question. "Yes?" I awnsered confused. "Ok, well Dr. No means no" wow, what a way to sneek in a reference. "Don't make me go balls to the Walther on you, Oliver" I returned. "Fight me, I've got a license to kill, you couldn't get a learner's permit" He rebuttaled. "Sick brun, not gonna lie, don't think I've got a comeback"
The water turned off then I heard the curtain open, I waited a moment then pired in through the hole I made with the axe. Why am I doing this? This is a total invasion of privacy. But I feel like I have to see. He stepped out dripping wet, the watter falling to the ground like a light rain. I turned away quickly and I could feel myself blushing. I went back to my joint and a few minutes later he stepped out in a pair of black pajama pants. "I think I'll get in as well" I said brushing sholders with him as I walk past. "Ok, I don't have any feminine soap though" He said tieing the two losely hanging strings from his pants. "That's fine" I said closing the door behind me.
I turned on the shower and stripped out if my clothes. I stepped inside the shower and stood there, letting the steaming water bounce off of my chest. I stepped further in and let the water pour over my head, soaking my hair, making me feel warmer. I stood there, thinking, pondering, about my life, what is to come and what has happened in the weeks past. I washed quickly but I stood there after I was already done, still thinking. Man, this has been one hellish week.