You all move to the living room

You make your way into the living room, as if something were possessing you, following everyone else and sitting down on the couch between your dad and mom.

“I need to figure out how to regain control of myself, and what the hell is controlling me exactly!”

“Come on Clive, let me show you to your new room.” your sister says grabbing Clive’s hand dragging him up the stairs.

As they leave the room, you begin to feel a bit more free... “Wait, could it be...” you think, “Could it be Clive? Is he responsible for all of this? Is he controlling me!”

You’ve regained full control of yourself, quickly taking this chance to plead for help. “Mom! Dad! Listen, I don’t know how to explain this but w-we... we need to get away from Clive right now!”

“And why is that, Zack?” your mother asks. “He’s right Sandra, I can’t explain it either but Clive is using some kind of mind control over us. Do you really think I’d let a little shit like him move in with us?” your dad says with a sincere, worried expression on his face.

“What in the earth are you two going on about, is this some kind of silly father/son joke?” asks your mom.

“Sandra, listen. We don’t have time we need to-“ your dad can’t seem to finish what he’s saying. You turn to look at Clive and your sister Rebecca now standing at the end of the staircase, peering into the room.

“We need to what, honey?” your mom asks.