CHAPTER TWO
Now, seven months after Deb and I had that argument over her secret, everything's changed. Deb seems to be done chasing me, and I have nothing else on my mind but to bring my sister back into my life.
Regardless of what Harry says, I don't care if she's angry or not, the only thing I know is that we're not better off apart. So I try my best not to listen to my deceased father, and after awhile, I manage to chase him away. But of course, Brian appears, and as he does, my kills become more fun. It would be so easy to go down the rabbit hole… But I can't afford that, not now when Deb is doing her best to push me away.
When I think back to that night when she told me she's in love with me, something bothers me. I could've been, no, I should've been much more careful. Was it my internal desire to hurt her back that made me so careless, or what…? Her feelings were much stronger than I thought, and that realization struck me the moment she decided to spare me and kill LaGuerta. I betrayed Hannah for her, and she betrayed herself for me in return.
But it's not the night of LaGuerta's murder that tore us apart, not really.
It was her confession and my reaction to it, that broke our relationship long before she put a bullet through our captain.
After waiting for hours for her to return, I went to Hannah's place and spent the entire weekend there. Deb never called, and when we saw each other at work a few days later we pretended like everything was okay. She was my sister again. Only I wasn't her brother anymore.
Something in her eyes was different, like she was bleeding from the inside. That was the time she started using medications to get through day, but I was too busy to notice where it was leading. Hannah was kidnapped, and I was so scared to lose her that Deb wasn't my priority at all.
Then the car accident came, and Hannah's… imprisonment came, and LaGuerta's death came.
And suddenly, my perfectly constructed life shattered right in front of me.
It was clear to me on New Year's Eve, when I saw the ominous gift in front of my door. Deb walked past it, and when I unlocked the door she took Harrison from my arms and went to his room.
Shocked, I carried the orchid inside and there I found Deb laying on the floor and holding Harrison like her life depends on it. She sang him to sleep as tears mixed with mascara ran down her face and left small black dots on the soft carpet. I slid down the wall in my kill clothes and kept the flower in my hands. Both Harrison and I managed to fall asleep from her soothing song.
When I wake up few hours later, she is still holding him, awake, her tired, red eyes fixed on the orchid. There is an uncomfortable silence between us, so I stand up and make my way to the kitchen to fix us something to eat. Of course, I end up eating everything, as Deb can't take a single bite. Hannah's present remains on the table between us, and suddenly Deb's confession comes back to me. I get up and throw the orchid in a trash.
"There, is this better? Now eat something, I haven't seen you eat anything for ages.", I say in my usual tone.
She just curls up on couch and closes her eyes.
"It's not better. It's never going to be better." she whispers, broken.
