Sometimes you know what's right and wrong. Sometimes there is no doubt in your mind what you should do. It's just plain as day. This was not one of those times. I knew what I had to do, but was it the right decision?

On one hand, Matthew could help us find Dr. Belford and I wouldn't have to hide anything from him anymore. But, on the other hand, Matthew could never want to speak to me again. Or even worse, I could be endangering myself and my family by telling Matthew.

This is where should and had get confusing. The line blurs and right and wrong mix together in a swirling pool of confusion.

When I looked back I could see Ty's eyes filled with fear. He swallowed the lump forming in his throat. I knew how badly he wanted to protest. I knew how fearful he was. It wasn't like someone simply telling me how they felt. I could feel his emotions. I could feel the mixture of rage, fear, and concern burning inside of him, trying so hard to escape. I looked at him again, and he returned with a quizzical look.

Then something unbelievable happened. His eyes widened with surprise and he nodded.

You have to tell him. I know.

I could hear his thoughts, and he must have been able to hear mine. It was like sending a message. I wanted him to hear my thoughts, and he did. I could feel his emotions, and by the look on his face, I could tell he could feel mine too. It was like using Bluetooth to connect two electronics, or sending a message over a phone. I nodded in understanding, and turned back towards my very confused brother.

"Matthew, this is kind of a long story. You might actually want to sit down."

Matthew looked at me for a second, squinted, then took a few wary steps toward the table Ty and I were sitting at.

"When I was just born, right after mom died-" I began to tell Matthew about the surgery. He was to young when it happened to know, and he was never told the full story. He always thought I went into surgery so they could quickly fix a birth defect in my foot. I told him about the computer chip and my photographic memory.

"Your saying someone is sending you a message through a computer chip in your brain?" Matthew asked ambiguously.

"Yes, were telling the truth. I promise. I know it sounds crazy but it's the truth. We—I didn't want to tell you because I don't know what will happen now that you know," I assured him. Matthew looked at me for a long time, his head slightly cocked.

"You know I could never be mad at you Rebecca. I believe you. But, what could happen?" Matthew asked.

That was one question I could not answer, no matter how badly I wanted to. I didn't know what would happen. I shook my head, letting Matthew know that we were just as clueless as he was. The scary part of it all was what we didn't know, not what we did.

"You have to tell Hannah."

My head shot up, lips thinned into a straight line. Matthew was staring at me intently, a serious expression resting on his features. "What? W-why?" I stammered.

"Rebecca, Hannah is your best friend—your sister. You're lying to her, and that is going to hurt her more than anything else. She wouldn't care if telling her put her in danger."

Matthew was right. Hannah wouldn't care, but I would. I didn't want the guilt if something bad happened. I couldn't handle it.

"Matthew I can't. I can't be resp-" I was cut off by a scream—wait no. It wasn't a scream. It was a cry, a growl even.

It took me a minute to register the sound. A second ear piercing cry erupted from behind me. I looked to Matthew but his fearful gaze was on something behind me. A wave of pain racked through me, followed by the words streaking through my mind.

It's another episode. Again.

Those words were Ty's thoughts. I spun around. Ty was leaned up against one of the counters, head bowed and eyes glued shut. He was gripping the counter with all his strength. As I made my way over to him, I could see him growing weaker an weaker. Just before I could catch him, his legs gave out and he fell to the ground in a crumpled heap. His body was trembling and his breathing was shallow. I crouched down beside him and rested my hand on his shoulder. His eyes flickered to mine and immediately I was drawn into his feelings.

I could feel his fear, his discomfort and agony. But, most of all, I could feel the anger surging through him. The pain and anguish was to much for me. I blinked a few times and looked away. He wasn't letting me hear his thoughts, that was for sure. I shook my head and grabbed on to his forearm tightly, using all my strength to lift him. It failed and he just collapsed back onto the ground again, curling up into a fetal position.

Ty cried out again, this time a tear slipping down his face. I couldn't help him, and that realization stung. No one could help him. No one except for Dr. Belford. It was in that moment that I realized how serious this was. This really did mean Ty's life. This was real. I kept thinking it was a nightmare, a dream of some sort, but it's not. I wasn't going to wake up from this. It wasn't going to simply end. This was reality.

Matthew was on his knees, right beside Ty. He placed his good hand on Ty's other arm and helped me lift Ty into one of the booths. Ty still was shaking from the pain and was barely able to choke out his words.

"This...one... is w-worse. Way worse."

I looked to Matthew who was busy staring at Ty. I noticed the pained expression on his face as he watched Ty suffer. Ty's...episode went on for another twenty minutes. When he finally stopped shaking and screaming he was to weak to move. Sweat rolled down the sides of his cheeks, his shirt already soaked. I grimaced at the sight.

He lay on the booth, his eyes closed and breathing heavy. Ty slightly opened his eyes to look at his surroundings. He pressed his palms against the rubber coating on the cushions and tried to push himself up against the wall, but Matthew held him down.

"Stay. You need to rest," he said sternly.

"I'm going to go get us some breakfast and drinks," I announced.

I headed back into the kitchen and made up some eggs, pancakes and coffee. Before I brought them out I scurried into the bathroom. I had brought along a few things so I could get ready for work. I brushed out my long wavy brown hair and tied it back into a high pony tail, and hoped it looked confident. Next I applied some mascara, eyeliner and a light baby pink lip gloss before shoving all my things in my bag and storing it in the back office.

I checked my phone, which had a few messages. One was from Jack and the other two were from Hannah. My fathers message caught my attention. He never texted me. I clicked on it and the words broke my heart.

Dad:
Bring home milk. Oh, and tell Matthew he's not welcome in my house anymore. If he steps foot in this house again I'll break more than six bones. All of his stuff is in his car.

My eyes ran over the message a second time. He kicked Matthew out. He kicked my only brother out. I couldn't believe the man named 'Dad' in my contacts had just turned against my only flesh and blood. My slender fingers tightened around the phone. I was sure the screen was about to crack when a door closing startled me. I whipped around. Ty stood behind me, his hands held up in surrender.

"Whoa! Are you okay?" He asked.

I took a shaky breath. "I'm fine."

Ty raised an accusing eyebrow. I'm already hating this 'I-know-your-feelings' thing.

"You sure?" He asked again. I nodded to him and added a smile. Although he probably didn't believe me, he dropped it and shrugged in reply.

"How are you? You aren't suppose to be up." I said, referring to the terrifying moments just an hour ago.

Ty shuttered in memory. "I'll be fine."

I smiled at him again, and gathered the three plates on my tray. Ty took the drinks shakily and we went back to the front where my brother was sitting, studying something on one of Ty's laptops. I glanced at the top of the page and caught site of a map of Montana. He must be trying to help us find Dr. Belford.

My brother had always been someone who wanted to protect. He had seen Ty at his worst state, and I'm sure he wanted to help. My eyes stung, holding back tears that were seconds away from falling. I don't know what I'd do without him. I blinked the tears away and plastered on my ever so famous smile. Thankfully I had gotten very good at faking a smile.

Ty cleared his throat, catching my brothers attention. Matthews face lit up when he spotted the mound of eggs and three plate sized pancakes in my hands. I set the plate down in front of him and he took it in like it was some sort of masterpiece painted by Picasso. I rolled my eyes and found my seat across from him while Ty sat at the end of the table.

I took a deep breath, blinked away the last of my tears and cleared my throat. This caught my brothers attention.

"Matthew, I need to talk to you."

Hello! How are you today? Good? Great!

Phew! I'm done! I've finally posted this new chapter. I don't know why, but this chapter was harder for me to write. Anyways, I hope you enjoyed it! Let me know what you think and always feel free to give me suggestions or opinions!

I've recently been reading books which just happen to have longer and more personal author notes. I love them, but I know some people don't. So, I thought I might start adding a little bit about myself and what's going on in my authors notes. If you don't like reading authors notes feel free to skip over them!

And, although I don't have many readers, I want the ones I do have to know me! I hope you guys like this idea! I also thought I'd add a question for each chapter, asking your opinion or ideas. So here is this chapters question!

What do you think Ty's "episodes" should be called?

I don't know why, but I want them to have a specific name and I can't think of anything. If you have any suggestions I'd love to hear them... Or see them actually.

Okay, I think I'm done! Have a beautiful day!