Remember Me (Lesbian Story)

Chapter 17

Chapter 17

Here goes. *takes deep breath* Hope you enjoy reading this one. xx

Oliver carried Karma into the room and placed her gently on the ground.

"What happened?" The woman asked.

"I don't know, she passed out," Oliver explained.

He walked to the large desk at the back of the room and sat down on the chair. He placed his elbows on the desk and put his face in his hands, taking a deep breath to calm himself. None of it was going to plan and he couldn't deal well with the anxiety it brought him.

"I need a new plan," he said, picking up a note pad and pen to start scribbling in.

"I have a new plan," the woman said flatly.

Oliver heard the click of a guns hammer being cocked. He looked up quickly to be met with the barrel of a .38 revolver.

"Jasmine? Wh-what are you doing?" Oliver stuttered.

Jasmine stood in front of him, her hair pulled back into a messy bun. She wore a lose fitting, long sleeved shirt and a pair of leather driving gloves.

"I didn't like your plan," she said, giving him a evil smirk.

"So your plan is to kill me?" He asked, staring down the barrel.

"I'm not going to kill you, Oliver," Jasmine said casually.

As she spoke, she flipped the cylinder open and tipped the bullets out into her hand. She slowly and carefully began lining the bullets up along the front of the desk, one at a time.

"You're going to kill yourself," she said, placing the fifth bullet on the desk.

"W-why would I do that?" Oliver asked.

"Because if you don't, you will go to jail for the rest of your miserable life," Jasmine placed the sixth, and finale, bullet back into the gun. She smirked as she watched Oliver flinch when she spun the cylinder and placed the bullet in the right position.

"We both know a guy such as yourself wouldn't last a day in federal prison," she continued.

"B-but if I go to jail, you'll go to jail with me. I'll confess everything," he said.

"Here's the thing, I'm a girl," Jasmine said, slowly waking around to lean against the table beside him, "police have a soft spot for a female victim."

"Victim?" Oliver said.

"Stay with me, Oliver," she said patronisingly.

She pulled her sleeve up slightly on one arm to reveal a perfect set of ligature marks.

"How could I possibly be involved, if I was tired up the entire time," she smiled.

She watched his face fall, he was reacting exactly the way she expected he would.

"But we set it all up so the evidence points to Liam?" Oliver said, "the police don't even suspect me."

"No, you set it all up so the evidence points to Liam. I, however, left them a little tidbit in Liam's car to draw them to you," Jasmine explained, "let's just say, next time you try to kill someone, you should wipe down the murder weapon more carefully."

"I wasn't even in that car! How did you-?" He didn't need to finish his question, Jasmine pulled his iPhone out of her back pocket and placed it down in front of him.

"No matter how careful you are," Jasmine said, indicating to the gloves he was wearing, "there's always something you leave behind."

Oliver was beginning to realise there was enough evidence against him to put him away and then some.