Another Way Out Of My Mind

Committed

"We talked it over for a bit and we've decided you should all be committed for two weeks."

Cecily was still trying to process what Tal had said before she turned and glared at her cousin, "I'm not staying here."

"I'm sorry, But yes you are." Tal spoke up with a grin.

"On the bright side you get to pick who you room with." Aron smiles, Cecily instantly cringes.

"Alright... Let's start with Matthew. Matty boy, Who do you want as a room mate?" Tal looks at Matt.

Matty looks around at everyone before he points at Dallas, she looks at him confused and raises a brow, "Me?"

"You're real. I know that for a fact." Matty whispers and steps toward her.

Jorel instantly clenches his fists.

He's going to get you, Matthew. You've done it now. He's going to turn you in. They're going to get you. Matty whimpers, he moves forward quicker and grabs onto Dallas's arm. Dallas looks at him confused then at Jorel, he rolls his eyes.

"Is this okay with you?" Tal asks softly.

"Yea, Yes. Of course it is." Dallas nods, not wanting to say no, in fear the man clinging to her might kill her.

"Alright. Daniel. Your choice." Tal shrugs a shoulder.

"I want Cecily." Danny nods and then bites on his lip, "You dumbass. What's wrong with you?" Danny snaps and the others look at him a bit confused.

Cecily keeps her arms tightly around herself, She looks at Danny and then glares at Dylan.

"Okay.. I'm okay with that." Cecily's usually angry tone dropped to a low mummer.

"Dylan?" Aron raised a brow.

"I'm taking the scrawny white boy." Dylan smirks.

"Please no..." Jordan looks up and frowns slightly.

"George is taking Jorel, So I'm sorry, Jordan, but yes." Tal sighed, "I'll lead you away to your rooms. I'll let you get comfortable, Tomorrow morning I'll talk to each of you individually, for now get settled." Tal nodded and then he turned and opened the doors.

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George plops down on the bed, he folds his arms behind his head and watches Jorel as he paces the room.

"Your pacing is driving me insane." George growls.

"I'm sorry... I'm just... Aren't you worried about your sister at all?" Jorel raises a brow.

"A little. I care about her, but I can't let her know that. Then she'll be able to kill me." George shakes his head, "And just so you know, If you try to kill me, I'll snap your neck."

"Noted." Jorel mutters.

"Hey, Question." George leans up and looks at Jorel.

"Answer?" Jorel turns his head slightly.

"How the fuck does my sister know what your thighs look like?" George narrows his eyes slightly.

"She was the only one I trusted enough... To go to." Jorel looks down.