Lost in time G.D E.D

Part 44

March 6th 1999 

"Olivia, we wanna take you out somewhere," Ethan tells me all of a sudden while Grayson plays Mario.

"Take me out? Like kill me?" I ask half sarcastically. I literally have no clue if they are still planning The shooting or not. I try to get to their houses for their journals but we are always at my house. 

"Nooo! We wanna show you something cool!" Ethan pouts. 

"Alright, if its important," I giggle and hold his hand reassuringly. 

"Lets go," Grayson shuts off the game. We walk out and get into his Car and start driving. 

"So where are we going?" I ask. 

"Its a surprise, Gray and I got some toys to play with," Ethan grins. 

"Oh my god did you guys make more pipebombs last night?" I ask. The one night neither boy spends the night at my house. Its usually one or both. 

"Nope, though that sounds like a good idea," Ethan shrugs. 

"No, no it doesn't dolan," I glare. We start driving into the woods. No no no, they couldn't have gotten the guns could they? I was with them the days of the gunshow.  We park next to a jeep and get out. I haven't been to rampart since the first time they took me shooting, 24 years ago. 

Both boys grab shotguns out of the trunk, I wonder where the rifle and handgun are.

Grayson holds his sawn off in his right hand and my hand in his left. They pull me to where Mark is helping Jessica shoot. 

"Heya Mark, sorry we're late!" Ethan calls running up to them. 

"Hey guys," Jessica smiles up at them before shooting a pin. 

"Oh fuck, here comes Phil," Mark laughs as a figure approaches us.

My eyes widen and I lock eyes with Philip Duran. The man I haven't seen since Ethan took him away from me. 

"Yo Phil, this is Oliv-Olivia?" Grayson grabs me before I fall onto the ground. I hear it again, his last loving words before he died in my arms.

This is why I refused to go to Blackjacks, to see him again.  "No no no," I sob and cover my ears trying to block out his 'I love yous' I look up in horror as Ethan hands Phil the very gun that took his life.

Phil looks at me concerned and curious, I'm sure wondering why this random girl started to freak out at the sight of him. 

"What happened?" Grayson asks confused still holding me up due to my weak feet. 

"Stay away from me!" I sob and pull away. I start running back to the car listening to twigs and leaves crunching under my feet, the sounds still not deafening the pleas in my ears. A mixture of Phils love and Ethan's begging as I killed him in revenge. 

I get into the backseat of the car and curl up into a ball, hiding my face between my knees. 

"I love you" Phil gasped.

"Please" Ethan begged.

"I love you"

"Please"

"I love you"

"Please"

"I love you" 

"Shut up!" I scream shaking as I try to hold my ears shut but how can you cut off the voices in your head?  The car door opens and someone gets in beside me.

I thought I told Grayson to stay away? Why can't he just listen to me for once? 

"Come her-," my friend reaches for my shoulder. 

"Get off me!" I scream and push his hand away. 

"No god dammit Olivia, let me fucking protect you," Grayson growls and pulls me into his chest. I continue pushing at him and even scratch his arms as I scream and sob.

At least the voices in my head stopped for the time being. 

"Get off me!" I sob and scratch until I run out of energy and fall into him tired and silently cry.

Grayson wraps his arms around me and rests his head over mine as if he's cradling me. I weep in silence but focus on his face rather than the man I'm within 100 feet of. 

"Shh, its okay," he whispers quietly and holds my cheek. I shake my head and sniffle. I forgot they were still friends with Phil, the only time they weren't is when I dated him, I destroyed their friendship and caused Phils death, only because I loved him. And now his killer is the one comforting me. 

"It's not okay," I shake again. 

"Everything will be," Grayson pulls me closer and kisses my forehead before he combs his fingers through my hair gentle.

Ethan gets in the drivers seat and drives away from Rampart. I look up long enough to see Phil standing in the middle of the woods watching us drive away.