Mind Control

Sisters

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I walk into his room and find him sprawled on the bed, face down. On the floor, I see a bottle of pills. I inspect it, only to find it is almost completely empty. What the hell?

I flip William over and check his pulse, which is way slower than it's supposed to be. Panic starts to form as I realize he's overdosed and passed out. I see his phone on the bed and it's unlocked, replaying a voice message.

"Hello, dear brother. Shocked? Yes, it's your dead sister, Seyta. Well, obviously not dead. I know you have the girl, Willy. I have the boy, and my, is he great in bed! I feel we should meet, and start working together again. What do you say, little brother? It will be just like old times. You know how to contact me; you have five days to do so. Love you!"

Oh my God.

I turn to William and stare. I have no idea what to do. My training never included how to deal with passed-out, drugged-out people. I grab a glass of water from the bathroom and pour it on him. He doesn't wake up.

I check the bottle, which is labeled Xanax. That's a benzo. Well, he's obviously not going to wake up until it's out of his system.

Should I leave? This would be the perfect opportunity, I can easily outsmart the guards. But where should I go? I have no idea where I am, and no idea who I should go to. Do I go back to the Seven Hands? Or back to my aunt and uncle? Who the hell is this Seyta chick, and why does she have Drew?

My stomach lurches. Wait, he slept with her? That bothers me way more than it should.

Sighing, I flip him over and into a comfortable position. There's no point in escaping, when I have no idea where I am or where to go. I wish life was as clear as it is in books; I'd know which group is right and wrong.

I lie down next to William and put the TV on. I fall asleep watching Breaking Bad, and end up having nightmares about my father and Walter cooking crystal meth in a trailer.

"You idiot, get up!" William yells.

"What the hell, dude?" I grumble, getting up.

"You sleep like the dead," he says, rolling his eyes.

"Funny, considering you took about..." I pause to glance at the clock. "Twelve hours to wake up,"

"Whatever. We need to leave, right now. There's a bag packed for you, add anything else you think you need into it and get ready in fifteen minutes. I'll be waiting in a car out front," he explains.

"Wait. Care to explain why you were drugged out, on a prescription drug, and that phone call from your sister?" I narrow my eyes.

"No. I'll meet you downstairs," he says, pain in his eyes. "And don't mention the Xanax if you value your life,"

"Please," I smirk. "If you wanted to kill me, you would've already,"

I decide not to push it after receiving a flat look. After brushing and all that other business, I'm at the front door with a backpack.

William walks in with a leather jacket, looking totally badass and swoon worthy.

"Take a picture, it'll last longer," he smirks.

Rolling my eyes, I follow him to the car. He gets a few things from inside, and it's about eleven thirty when we finally leave.

"William," I say tentatively after about half an hours. No response. "William, where are we going?"

I get frustrated and wave my hand in front of his face. Is this guy a robot or something? "William, answer me, dammit!"

I reach my leg over and hit the breaks. He struggles to keep us on the road, until finally the car skids to a stop.

"Lydia, get your leg back in your seat," he growls.

"No. Answer my question. Are we going to Seyta?" I glare right back. He pushes my leg back into my seat and rests his head against the wheel.

"You're freaking impossible," he sighs. I raise an eyebrow. "We are going to Seyta,"

He looks conflicted about something so I roll my eyes. "Just spit it out, buddy,"

"I'm not a dog," he says, irritated. He pauses, resting his head back against the seat. "Seyta claims to have found your parents' research,"

"You don't trust her? Wait, didn't you think she was dead?" I ask, regretting it immediately. He completely shuts down and starts driving again.

"Look, I'm sorry if I asked too personal of a question. Can you blame me for being curious?" I sigh, running a hand through my hair.

"Curiosity killed the cat," he mumbles.

"I really hate that expression. It oppresses curiosity, which is an essential trait for survival. I mean, where would we be if scientists weren't curious about the world? Without electricity, technology, and god forbid...WiFi!" I rant.

"You're a piece of work, Williams. You really are," he chuckles. "But I'd rather drop the subject of my poor excuse of a sister now,"

"Whatever works, Reed. Whatever works,"