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Chapter Fourteen : Welcome to Headquarters

"Wait," I whisper frantically, immediately reaching for Liam's hand, "Liam."

He turns, a confused look upon his face, "What is it, Brin?"

I gesture to the dark room to our right, the room of which Dakota is fast asleep in. The corporate of our fibs lying right there.

"No." Liam says shaking his head in a stubborn manner, "We're not bringing him with us."

"But we have to," I whisper irritably, "If any of them walk out of that dining room and notice Dakota sleeping there, they're literally going to kill me. They're going to immediately know that I lied because I used Dakota as my excuse for leaving the house. Or even worse, Dakota wakes up while they're eating dinner, and asks where I am. He is drunk you know? I mean we can just drop him off somewhere, and then run for it."

Liam contemplates the situation, his brows furrowed, and then slowly begins to nod his head and agree with me.

"Fine," he sighs, "But we're dropping him off at the first sight of civilization."

We both silently walk into the room of which Dakota is sleeping. Liam hooks himself under Dakota's left arm and I hook myself under his right. Almost immediately Dakota begins to react to the sudden movement. His eyes sluggishly opening and closing.

"Brinley, is that you?" he slurs, as Liam and I quickly lead him towards the front door.

Liam glances at me, and laughs at Dakota's childish comments.

"Yep..." I say awkwardly, keeping my eyes on Liam, "It's me."

Liam slowly opens the front door, the cold breeze brushing against my skin. I hope that the car is close, I don't know how far I'll be able to make it in this cold air with a dress on. I should have thought this through before we decided to leave, then again if I changed Mother would've known.

We finally make it to Mother's silver Mercedes-Benz of which probably cost more than my childhood home. Liam and I better drive safely tonight, we can't risk getting this expensive car getting beaten up. Mother would kill me.

Liam opens the back door and forcefully helps Dakota get into the back seat. I can tell that he wants nothing to do with him at the moment or any moment at that. Perhaps Liam's instincts are right, maybe it isn't right to be around Dakota. There is still something mysteriously off about him.

"Where are we going?" Dakota asks falling onto the back seats as if he were laying down on a bed in fetal position.

Liam and I ignore the question and take our places in the driver and passenger seats. I glance at Liam out of the corner of my eye, his expression aggravated, I know he wants nothing to do with Dakota. All I want to do is talk to Liam. Talk to him like we've talked since we were little. It almost seems since the accident that we've grown apart. As soon as Dakota's gone, he'll be his normal self, and then we can talk.

I have so many questions I want to ask Liam, but it's almost as if I'm afraid to. I want to ask him how he knew exactly what I was thinking. I want to know where he has been and what he has been doing the past couple of days. I want to know how he's handled this transition so far, what he is experiencing that differs from myself. Of course I can't talk to him about Bleddyn, but what if he is being greeted by a parallel of Bleddyn? Perhaps that is why he ran off? I want to know what harm his father did to him and Todd. But most of all, I just want to be there for him.

Dakota begins to murmur delusionally to himself in the back as Liam pulls out of Mother's long driveway.

"Are we going on our date, Brin?" Dakota chuckles from the back, "Boy, I can't wait to get my lips on you."