"My Sister's Keeper"
Miami Metro are hunting down Dexter and Debra. The whole gang at the homicide department now know that Debra killed LaGuerta and that her brother covered it up. Dexter grabs Debra and runs for it. He brings Debra back to their old family's hunting cabin. This is the same cabin that Harry brought Dexter to so that his son could kill animals.
Dexter and Debra arrive at the cabin. Inside the cabin the siblings see a fair amount of dust and cobwebs covering the place. The cabin has gone unused some time now. Still the place seemed adequate to provide them with shelter. They both unburden themselves with their get-away bags. They leave the bags heaped in a pile near the front door.
Dexter walks over to the far end of the room, where the kitchen area is. He looks back at the two seater table in the middle of the room. He shakes his head. Debra walks over to the living room area. She looks at the couch and TV. She spreads her open hands apart in presentation of the room. She says, "I can't believe I forgot about this place. You and Dad were always coming here for hunting trips and I always wanted to come with you."
Dexter gestures to her and replies, "And, well, you did come with us... one time."
Debra responses, "Yah, I remember. It was for my ninth birthday. I finally got to come here with you and Dad. But only after much wining and bitching on my part... and it was just that once too."
Dexter walks up the kitchen table from the far side. He presses his pointed finger to it. He laughs, "We played the board game 'Life.' You were so happy to get a car full of kids." He walks back over to the couch, flopping down on the squeaky furniture, Dexter lies limp.
Debra asks, "How long will we stay here?"
Dexter replies, "Just for a few nights. We have a long trip ahead of us. We should get some rest while we can."
Debra asks, "We're on run and Miami Metro's closing in on us. Shouldn't we leave right away?"
Dexter assures, "No, we should be safe here for a while."
Debra further inquires, "But won't they trace this cabin back to Harry."
Dexter counters, "No way, I had this cabin's deed changed over to an alias of mine decades ago. Believe me they won't trace this place back to the Morgans. Anyway, I need a few days to get the paperwork together before our departure."
Debra asks flatly, "You said, in the car, once we leave here we're going to Mexico?" She says not looking forward to their life on the run.
Dexter replies, "That's right. We'll take the boat I have docked here to Mexico. It'll be quite a long trip that way. But that's really the most secure way to sneak us both out of the country. Once we're in Mexico we'll have a number of different options. We'll go over them tomorrow."
Debra asks, "Should we get false IDs and so forth?"
Dexter explains, "I already have all that."
Debra follows up, "Yah but I don't have that stuff. Don't I need an alias with a driver's license, passport?"
Dexter assures her, "I already have all that stuff for you. Don't worry about it."
Surprised, Debra simple responses, "Oh." This was all news to her. She gives the man on the couch a sidelong look. She further asks, "And what about Harrison?"
Dexter replies, "I already have it prearranged that Jaime will take Harrison to Orlando in the event of certain 'emergences' occurring. So don't worry. I told you. I have it all taken care of."
Surprised Debra asks, "Really? You gave up your son?"
Dexter shrugs and says, "Like you said its safer for him this way."
With a suspicious eye, she joins said man on the couch. Droopy eyed Dexter lets out a sigh. With a heavy arm, he points the clicker at the less than stellar entertainment center opposite the couch. Dexter flicks through the channels and finds the news. On the news a painted face in a blazer reads from a teller prompter. The painted face reads out loud, "And today, in the news, Miami's own lieutenant of homicide Debra Morgan is wanted in suspicion of murder. The murder of no other than Maria LaGuerta, the captain of Miami Metro. Dexter Morgan, Debra Morgan's brother, is also wanted in suspicion of aiding and abetting his sister Debra. Dexter Morgan also works for Miami Metro as a forensics expert. He's also wanted in suspicion of tampering with evidence..."
Debra gasps from between spread fingertips and gawks at the screen.
Debra's horror tells Dexter, his sister's had enough of the programming he's selected for her.
With a click of the remote Dexter makes the painted face shrink to a dot and then the dot blips to blackness.
In vexation, Debra runs her fingers through her hair as she stands up off the couch. She ardently paces across the room.
Worried, Dexter walks after her.
Debra goes to rake her hands through her hair a third time. But this time she stops mid way through and grabs clumps of her own hair. She takes the fist fulls of brown tangles and pulls hard away from her head.
Dexter grabs her arms to stop her from hurting herself. He orders, "Stop that."
Debra thrashes her arms down to free herself. She then starts hitting Dexter over the head with her fisted forearms.
Dexter cowers and backs away from her.
Debra looks at the clock that's on the wall. The clock has a third hand for the seconds but it's frozen in place over the two. She takes her iphone out of her pocket.
Dexter asks, "What are you doing?"
With a suspicious eye, Debra replies, "Just checking the time."
Debra starts dialling a number and Dexter snatches the phone outta her hands.
Phone in hand he gives her an uneasy smile.
She reaches her hand out. "Do you mind if I have my phone back for a second?"
Dexter pulls back his hand with the phone in it. He says, "I prefer I hold onto it for now."
Debra spits out, "I just wanna check the time." She makes a grab for the phone.
He says, "Sure you do." He extends his arm far into the air, so the phone's out of Debra's reach.
She yells, "Give me my f***ing phone!" She grabs his arm and jumps to grab the phone out of his hand.
He switches the phone into his other hand. He takes several steps back from her.
She follows him, trying to grab the phone.
He puts the phone on top of the kitchen cupboard, out of her reach. He says, "See now you can't get at it."
She says, "The f*** I can't!" She climbs on top of the kitchen counter. She kneels on the linoleum and reaches up high to grab the phone.
He grabs her forearms to keep her hands outta reach.
She yanks her arms out of his grip by twisting her body and jerking herself back. She eyes Dexter guardedly and stops her pursuit of the phone. She backs up away from him, crawling backwards on the countertop. She whines up sitting in the sink. She looks down at her current location. She then realizes where she's wound up. While keeping a wary eye on Dexter, she crawls her way out of the sink, stepping onto the floor. She then diverts her gaze, keeping her eyes on the tiles. She takes a few cautious steps towards the door.
Dexter quickly side steps in front of her. He gives her a supplicating smile. He asks light heartedly, "Where are you going?"
Debra knits her eyebrows together says, "Just out for a little while. Why?"
Dexter implores, "Can I come with you?"
Debra leans to the side to look at the door behind Dexter. Feeling wary of him, she declines at having his company. She says, "Uhh... no thanks."
She tries to walk around him.
He steps in front of her again and says, "Please."
Her eyes bulge out with anger. She barks at him, "Get the f*** outta my way, right now."
She tries to push past him.
He says, "Please stop."
She violently shoves him as hard as she can.
He calls out, "Hey wait a minute, please!" He shoots his hands out in front of him in a stopping gesture. Then, with great hesitation, he goes to gently grab her arms.
She yells, "Get your f***ing hands off me!"
He lets go of her but still blocks her way to the door. He says, "I'm sorry. I can't let you go. Not if you're going to turn yourself in."
She yells, "Get the f*** out my way!"
He says meekly, "Uhh... no."
Dexter's nervous smile turns into a worried grimace.
Debra's hand goes for her gun. In a lighting fast motion Dexter snatches the weapon straight Debra's holster. Dexter then takes a step back and stuffs his sister's gun behind his back.
She growls at him furiously, "How dare you pull this f***ing sh** with me. After all I have done for you. I can't f***ing believe you."
Dexter asks, "Well just tell me. Why are you leaving? Is it to turn yourself in or not?"
Debra barks, "It's get the f*** away from your murdering a**."
Dexter says, "I can't let you go. Not if you're going to hand yourself over to the police."
Debra says, "They're the good guys which is more than I can say for you."
Debra stomps hard on the ground a couple of times, throwing her fisted arms up and down. She yells, "Just stop this already! Just stop it!"
In a defeated tone he says, "I can't."
She punches him hard across the face then stomps back into the bedroom. She slams the door behind her.
Dexter stands there for a minute looking on after her. He then walks over to the bedroom and presses his ear to the door. He hears some scuffling sounds inside the room. He opens the door. Debra's over at one of the window, trying to pry it open. It wasn't giving way easily. The windows are old and rusty, and seem to be painted shut. Although the paint on it's old and chipping off. She had undone the locks on the window and was trying to wrestle the thing open. Thus far it had given way a hair, cracking the paint along the edge. Paint dust fumes the air. She turns around to see Dexter in the doorway. She looks at him warily.
Dexter looks at back her, grievously, shaking his head.
Debra looks back at the window she had been trying to open. She grumbles to herself then throws herself into bed. She doesn't look at Dexter.
Once she's in bed, Dexter watches her for a few seconds then shuts the door. He stands outside the door for a minute listening, then goes over to the luggage. He sorts through the luggage. He sets aside the bags that are Debra's. He looks through her possessions looking for anything dangerous. He removes belts, shoelaces, cords of any kind, razors, scissors, pills. He takes out Debra's bottle of Xanax. He take one pill out of the bottle and puts the bottle in his pocket. He carries Debra's bags over to her bedroom door. He then goes to the kitchen and pours a cup of water. He takes the pill and water over to the bedroom. He knocks her door. There's no answer.
He says through the door, "Deb, I'm sorry, okay. I don't know what else to do." Again there's no answer.
He quietly turns the knob and cracks the door open.
Debra lying face down on the bed. She on top of the blankets, clothes on. She had kicked off her shoes. They lay thrown across the floor.
He asks, "Deb?"
She presses her hand over her ear.
He says, "I brought you a Xanax and some water. I'll leave it on the dresser." He places the water and pill on the dresser. "I also brought you your bags I'll leave them by the door."
While still lying face down in the bed, she raises her hand up, straight into the air. She gives him the finger.
He says, "Goodnight to you too."
He quietly shuts the door.
He then puts away food and supplies they brought with them. After that he starts unpacking his belongings from the luggage. He looks through cabin assessing what else they may still need. He cleans up the place a little as he goes. He'll go over the cabin more thoroughly later. He goes back to check on Debra. He quietly cracks her door open. She's sound asleep, curled up on her side. The cup of water, he left on the dresser, is now on the nightstand half empty. The Xanax pill is gone. He looks at the windows in the room. There's two windows in the bedroom. One on one wall, the other on the adjacent cornering wall. He shuts the door. He looks over the outside of the bedroom door, assessing it.
Harry appears next to him in the hallway.
Harry says, "What was stopping Debra from diving out the window?"
Dexter says, "Me. I heard her wrestling with the window. The windows are old, rusty and glued shut with the paint. It's no mean feat prying them open."
Harry says, "Debra's asleep. You should take advantage that."
Dexter says while looking at the door. "I need to put a padlock on the door. The windows need bars on them."
Harry asks, "Which do you think she'll do, turn herself in or kill herself?"
Dexter says, "I'm not sure she'll do either. I'm not sure what she'll do."
Harry says, "Well you know which way I went with that and like father, like daughter."
Dexter says, "If only you hadn't killed yourself then I could talk to the real you."
Harry says, "You've so pained for the loss of my counsel you recreated me in your mind. Is that why you need Debra around so bad? Because she's a piece of me still walking around with a beating heart."
Dexter says, "If Debra dies, or goes to jail, then I've failed you."
Harry says, "You know, for ten years I trained you in this very same cabin."
Dexter says, "I know from age ten to age twenty. It was time well spent in my book."
Harry says, "All the skills I taught you. All your dark urges I had you hone and redirect. I never thought you'd use though very same skills to kidnap your own sister. At least you didn't stick the M90 in her neck."
Dexter says, "Not yet anyway."
Harry says, "Are you sure you should be doing all this?"
Dexter says, "If I don't she'll spend the rest of her life in prison or worse."
Harry says, "Is she better off your prisoner?"
Dexter says, "Maybe she'll come around one way or another. When she calms down I'll try to talk to her."
Harry says, "You think becoming your prisoner will have a 'calming effect' on her?"
Dexter says, "One way or another she'll calm down."
Harry asks, "'One way or another huh?'"
Dexter says, "Well, she can't stay angry forever."
Harry says, "Are you sure about that?"
Dexter says, "I'll see how things go. I'll tell her that there's now nothing to be gained by going to prison. All we can do, at this point, is just try to move forward."
Harry says, "'move forward' What exactly do think awaits you in future?"
Dexter says, "I can't think about that right now. I gotta go get some bars and locks to imprison my sister with."
Harry says, "Seriously, do ever sit there listen to yourself sometimes."
In bedroom, in the cabin, Debra's sleeping in bed. She sleeps just as she flopped into bed earlier that night, clothes on, on top of the blankets.
"Zzzz...zzz," a noise like a drill emanates from the bedroom window.
The noise wakes up Debra with a start. She screams, "What the f***!" She jolts up into a sitting position, in bed. She stares at the wall, in the dark, for a second, disoriented. Then she shuts her eyes and flops abruptly to her side. With the flop she promptly falls off the bed.
She lands on the not-so-carpeted floor. She lets out a sound of pain, "Owe," as rubs her side. While on the floor, behind the bed, Debra hears someone snickering.
"He-he," the snickering emanates from the same location as the drill noise, from the window. Debra instinctively feels for her gun, only to be reminded that it's not there. She peers up from behind the bed. She sees Dexter standing outside cabin, looking into the bedroom. He laughs at her antics through the window. There's a grate in the window and a drill in Dexter's hand. He appears to be drilling a grate into the window pane from the outside. The other window, in the bedroom, is empty with neither Dexter nor a grate in it.
Debra stands up from behind the bed. She yells, "Dexter what the f***!"
Dexter gives her diffident smile and wave.
She walks over to the grated window and starts trying to open it. It takes a good many palm slammings to work through the dried on paint. After a minute it finally gives way and she opens the window.
"Hi Deb," he says awkwardly. He drills in another screw.
"What the f*** do you think you're doing?!" she yells.
"What it looks like? I'm putting grates in the windows." he says and shrugs.
"Why?" she angrily asks.
"You know why." he says while glancing at the ground.
"Dexter, I'm not going to turn myself in. Stop doing this."
"It's just a precaution. We'll revisit the issue later." He says and moves on to the next screw to drill.
She looks back at the door and then back at Dexter. She walks back over to the door. She turns the knob and tries to open the door. It won't open. It's locked or blocked in somehow. She walks back over to Dexter. She asks, "You put a lock on the door?"
He drills in another screw and looks at the ground. He says, "Yes, I did."
Debra sees an opportunity to make a run for it. She quickly dashes over to the other window on the neighboring wall of the bedroom. It's the window that doesn't have the grate in it yet.
"Hey! Stop!" Dexter yells as he sees her doing this. He's on the outside of the cabin. He runs around the corner of the building trying to beat her to the other window.
His foot hits a rain gutter, tripping him. He lands face forward on the ground. He lets out a sound of pain, "Owe."
"Ha!" Debra triumphantly laughs at Dexter's misstep. She desperately scrambles to the ungrated window. This is the same window she tried to open early that evening. It was still open a hair with the paint cracked along the edge. This gave her a decent chance to open the window before Dexter had time to stop her. She whacks the bottom of her palm upward on the window, to unjam it open. The window's opening widens another hair.
By now Dexter's off the ground. He runs over to the window.
They are now looking at each other through the ungrated window.
Debra gives Dexter a malicious grin.
Dexter looks back at her with worry.
Dexter rips open the bottom the screen.
Debra manages to get the window a full inch open.
Dexter finally manages to get his hands on the top of the window pane to slam it shut it.
Just then Debra manages to shoot both of her hands into the cracked open window.
Dexter hesitates. He's apprehensive to slam the window down Debra's fingers. Her fingers are now poking out of the window.
She swats down to give herself leverage. She puts all her force into opening the window.
Dexter gives downward pressure to resist this. He looks down at her, shaking his head.
She stand back up and wedges the toes of her right foot into the crack. She's in her socks. She wedges her foot in as far as it will go. She leans over to grab a book from a nearby shelf. She plans on wedging the book in the crack along with her foot.
Debra's off balance at the moment. Dexter takes advantage of her precarious situation. He tries to shove her back into the room. He lets go of the window to push her inside.
The second he lets go of the window, Debra manages to open the window enough to get her leg out.
When Dexter sees her leg sticking out the window, he gives up. He throws his arms up in the air, signifying defeat.
Debra calls out, "Yes!" She opens the window wide open and crawls out. Once she outside she squeals with delight, "Ehhhh!" and does a little victory dance. She taunts Dexter by waving her pointed finger up in his face while she dances. She sings, "Yahhah, uhhuh."
Dexter rolls his eyes at this ridiculous display.
Debra asks, "Where did you get these window grates? The convenience store doesn't sell them do they?"
(They passed a convenience store on the way down there. It was a fair distance from the cabin.)
Dexter responses, "No the store doesn't 'sell' them. But it 'has' them."
Debra asks surprised, "You ripped these grates off the store's windows?"
Dexter says, "Yes, off it's basement windows around back."
Debra asks, "Won't Gus realize they've been stolen?"
(Gus was the owner of the convenience store back when they were kids visiting the cabin.)
Dexter says, "Gus had a attack and died last year. His son runs the store now."
Debra asks, "Won't Gus Junior realize they've been stolen?"
Dexter says, "G.J. is a total pothead. He wouldn't realize, or care, if the produce section got infested with a family of racoons."
Debra says, "I guess you've thought of everything again. How convenient this convenience store is."
Dexter gives an effete laugh and says, "I guess convenient stores are aptly named."
Debra looks back into the bedroom. She gets a perplexed look on her face. She says, "You know it's funny."
Dexter keeps drilling in screws. Engrossed in his work, Dexter doesn't looks up. He asks, "What's funny?"
She points to the bedroom and says, "Well, look at the bedroom."
He shrugs and asks, "What about it?"
She says, "It's different from the rest of the cabin."
He shakes his head and asks, "How's it different."
She says, "The whole cabin is covered in dust and cobwebs. But this one room is spotless."
He asks, "What? Do you wish you had a nest of spiders in your pillow?"
She says, "Actually, the room's not just spotless. Everything looks brand new."
Dexter taps his fingers off his forehead and says, "You know G.J. has a girlfriend named Stacy. Stacy and G.J. will use this room to crash in sometimes. G.J. a pothead but Stacy's a total neat freak. That explains why this room so clean."
She says, "It doesn't smell like pot."
He says, "Stacy makes G.J. smoke outside. Like I said, she's a stickler for tidiness."
Debra shakes her head and says, "No, it's not just neat and clean. Everything's new. And I don't mean the furniture. The wood floor looks new. The walls look brand new. And everything else in the cabin is old and out of date. What? Did Stacy renovate just this one room?"
He asks nervously, "How can you tell it's new? It's night time. Everything's dark."
She says, "It smells new. It feels new. It's shinny. It's immaculate."
He says, "Again, all accomplished with cleaning, cleaning and more cleaning."
She looks skeptical and says, "It's all just odd. It's all just suspicious." She looks at Dexter. He drills in the last screw into the window grate.
He says, "Well window 'A' is done. Time to move onto to window 'B.' He turns to move onto the next window. He faces Debra. The drill's still in his hand.
She gestures to the drill in Dexter's hand. She says, "Speaking of odd and suspicious? Look at who I'm talking to."
Dexter gestures to the ungrated window with his drill hand. He asks, "Do you mind?"
Debra asks, "Mind what?"
Dexter takes a step towards Debra. He again, with the drill, gestures to the window. He politely asks, "Could you please get back inside now?"
He takes another step towards Debra. In step with him, she backs away, holding up her hands defensively. She asks, "If I won't go in, you'll do what?" With fear, she darts her eyes to the drill.
Dexter looks confused. Then he glances down at the drill in his hand. He shakes his head and tosses the drill on the ground. With one open hand he fences in Debra. With the other he gestures to open, ungrated window. He says, "Please, Deb, just go back inside."
She folds her arms and firmly states, "F*** no."
He hesitates, then he gently grabs one of her arms. While looking at the ground he says, "Please just... "
She looks indignant and thrashes her arm out of his grasp.
He fences her in with both of his open hands.
She briskly pivots, doing a 180, then starts to walk away from him.
He abruptly steps forward, going after her. He lunges across to grab her right arm with his left hand. He gets ahold of her and pleads, "Please stop."
Over her shoulder, she shoots a fierce look at him. She tries to thrash her arm out of his grasp again. This time he won't let go and holds firm. She yells back at him, "Get the f*** off me!"
He looks distraught and shakes his head. He says, "I'm sorry. I can't let you go."
Debra sneers and asks, "How are you going to hold me down and drill in the bars at the same time?" She thinks she's finally caught him in a catch 22. How could he lock her up? The jail wasn't set up yet. He wouldn't tie her up. Would he?
He has her arm in his left hand. With his right hand he pulls out a syringe from his pocket. He presents her with the needle. He says, "This is M90. It's animal tranquilizer. It's what I use it to knockout and apprehend my victims. How difficult do you wanna make this?" He holds the syringe up into the air. He squirts a little juice out of it in a threatening manner.
Calling his bluff, Debra says, "You won't do it."
Dexter says, "I can and I will. Now you're getting back in that room one way or another." He gestures to the open window with his syringe hand. It's the same hand that was holding the drill.
Debra has an epiphany. Her eyes widen with her new realization. She takes a step backward, pulling her elbow up skyward along with Dexter's grabbing hand. She gawks at him and says, "You didn't need a few days to get the paperwork for Mexico. You were planning on this cabin as being my prison. For how long? Forever?"
Dexter says, "It was a plan B. I plan for multiple contingencies. I have to. It's the only way I've been able to get by so far. Doing what I do."
Debra sarcastically sneers, "I'm glad you're always so well prepared."
Dexter asks, "Are you going back in?"
Debra yells, "F*** you!" She turns back to face him. He still has a hold of her arm. She leans back and make a grotesque throat noise.
Dexter knows what's coming. He closes his eyes in preparation for it.
Debra hocks a loogie right in his face.
Dexter wipes the loogie off his face. He uses the back of the hand that holds the syringe. He says, "I'm sorry it has to come to this."
He bites off the cap to the syringe. He turns his head and spits out the cap. He moves the syringe to Debra's throat.
She shakes her head. Her eyes widen with horror. She uses her free hand to grab his syringe hand.
Resisting, she tries to press syringe away from her. Their hands shrake in the struggle. The needle shivers in the air. A drop of M90 bevels the end.
Dexter tries to hold syringe steady as it inches closer to Debra's throat.
She suddenly lets some of the resistant pressure off the struggle.
Unexpectedly, his syringe hand jerks forward.
She pulls his syringe hand towards her teeth and bites down on his fingers viciously.
He blurts out, "Owe." He flinches back and shakes out his hand. He almost drops the syringe.
She growls her teeth at him. She then gives him a villainous grin.
He looks aggravated. He put the syringe back in his pocket and lets go of her right arm.
With the pocketing of the needle, Debra's anger dissolves to fear. She trembles and lets out a shaky sigh. Her eyes close and she puts her hand on her heart. She breathes out, "Oh thank God. For a second I actually thought you were gonna do it."
They're now facing each other, a couple of feet apart. Dexter reaches across, again, with his left hand and grabs Debra's left upper arm. In one swift motion he jerks her body towards him, turning her around. She's now thrown up against him, facing away.
Debra yells out in a panic, "Hey, wait!"
Dexter's hands clamp down on both her wrists. He contracts her arms to her front. He then wraps his left arm around her, locking her in place. With his now free right hand he reaches into his pocket and again pulls out the syringe. He holds the needle up in the air. Remorsefully he says, "Deb, I'm so sorry to do this to you."
She shrieks, "No, don't!"
Dexter hesitates to dope her, giving Debra a chance to fight. She thrashes around violently, desperately trying to get away. She pulls her legs up and off the ground. She kicks her feet into his knees. Unfortunately she's in her socks. The kick doesn't hurt him as she'd like.
He mutters under his breath, "Hold still." To get a better hold, he wraps both arms around her. In the bear hug he squeezes her like a boa constrictor, crushing her. The M90 is still in his right hand.
The snake hug squeezes the air out of her lunges. She wheezes out a short breath, "Ahhh... " The lack of oxygen takes some of the fight outta her.
Dexter releases Debra with his syringe arm, leaving only his left arm to fence her in. He tries to stick the syringe in her throat yet again. He lets out an awkward cry/laugh while doing this. In a quavering voice he mutters, "This'll all be over soon." He says this as if comforting himself. The syringe inches towards Debra's throat. Dexter's hand starts to shake. The shivering needle nearly stabs Debra in the jaw instead of the jugular. Dexter presses his wrist against her collarbone to steady his hand. The needle finally meets it's mark. He still hesitates a second to inject the M90.
Debra cries out in a panic, "Okay, okay! Stop, stop!" She starts crying and whimpers, "I'll go in. Just let go of me."
He tentatively releases her.
She rips herself away from him. She jabs a forceful shove at him. She takes a couple of steps back and cringes, tears streaking down her face.
He shrugs at her while holding the syringe up in the air.
She gawks at him and gnarls her face in anger. She gives him a spiteful whack with her fisted right arm.
"Owe." He whimpers, "Please stop hurting me."
Growling and whimpering she spits out, "I hate you."
He looks hurt and says, "I doing this because I'm your brother and I love you."
She spits in his face again and crawls back into the cabin through the window.
Once inside, she violently slams the window down. She stomps over to the bed. She flops into it face down.
After she's in bed the drill sounds again, "Zzzz... zzz." Debra angrily grabs a pillow and slams it over her head. She curls up on her side and goes back to sleep.
Dexter finishes screwing the screws into the grate. When he's done he goes back to the cabin's kitchen. Mentally and physically exhausted, Dexter trudges back to the table and falls into one of the chairs. Harry appears next to him in the other chair.
Harry says, "Debra might break a window and cut herself with a shard of glass."
Dexter says, "I'd hear the glass breaking. Besides, most people would find that very hard to do to themselves. After all she's a cop. She been using a gun for twenty years. But she choose all this time, since LaGuerta's death, not to use it on herself. I remember her talking about the Xanax. She said how it gave her that half second of peace. I'm sure she just wants that peace to last forever."
Harry says, "Perhaps you should take greater precautions right now?"
Dexter says, "No. I'm not doing that to her. Not unless I'm absolutely sure I have to."
Dexter pulls out the bottle of Xanax that was in his pocket. He turns over the bottle in his hand. The pills tumble around inside the cylinder.
Dexter says, "Is this what my life in gonna be like from now on? Watching Debra every second while she yells at me and hits me." He puts the pills down on the table and pushes the bottle away from himself.
Harry says, "Is this the best thing for Debra? Is she better off now? Is she safe from herself?"
Dexter says, "I don't even know anymore?"
Dexter puts his head in his hands. Harry pats his shoulder.
I titled this chapter, "My Sister's Keeper" after the book by that same name. It seems a dark joke that in here it refers to Dexter kidnapping Debra.