Inside Of Our Minds (Hannibal Lecter's Son)

Chapter 4) Secrets

Today Papa had a guest over. Her name is Abigail and she's a few years older than me.

Abigail and Papa were in the kitchen preparing dinner. I came down and seen a pot of tea. I poured myself a cup and began drinking.

"Evening Mick." Papa said not paying attention to me. I took another big swig of my tea.

"Papa this tea tastes funny." I said. His eyes widened. "Go spit that out." He said.

I did so and looked at him. "What happened? What is it?"

"It's Psilocybin." He said.

"You have shrooms? You mean I have to buy-" I stopped myself before I could finish.

"We'll talk about that later." He said raising an eyebrow. "Come sit with us."

"Hey Abigail." I greeted sitting next to her.

"Hey Mick." She said clearly under more influence than I was. I was dizzy.

"Papa I don't feel well." I said standing up.

"Go lie down." He said.

I stood up and fell down and decided to nap there on the floor. Everything was a blur. I woke up to Papa carrying me upstairs. I blacked out again.

Sometime later it was dark. I got up and vomited in my bathroom then headed downstairs. Abigail was gone and Papa was cleaning the kitchen.

"It's 1 in the morning, surprised you didn't sleep." He said.

"The tea wore off but I'm sick."

"It was a low dose, you'll probably have stomach issues for a day. I have medicine for that." He said looking up.

"Thanks Papa. Can I have some honey tea?" I said sitting down.

"Of course." He said grabbing the kettle.

He prepared it and wiped the counter while it brewed.

"About what you said earlier, are you actually experimenting with drugs?" He asked.

"No." I lied.

"Are you sure? You know there's a red dot on your forehead when you lie." He said pouring my tea.

"Papa I'm not a kid anymore, that doesn't work. And I'm not lying."

"I found this in your pillow." He said pulling out my ziploc bag that had my weed in it.

I put my tea cup down. "So you're going through my room?"

"No, it fell out while I was putting you to bed." He frowned. "This could be laced." He said throwing it away.

"Papa! I paid good money for that." I said. "It's mine."

"You're far too young. Your mind isn't fully developed."

"I just wanted to see the mental benefits and how it effects the brain."

"You're not old enough. My answer is no." He established.

"Fine whatever." I said storming back to my room. I have more anyways so I could manage.

There was a knock on my door.

"What is it?" I yelled. I looked up from my desk at the door.

"I brought you your tea. I don't appreciate you yelling at me."

"I'm just really angry with you right now." I said looking down at my sketches.

"I know you're upset but I do my best to raise you to be a successful person. I don't want you altering your mind so early." He said setting the cup down on my desk. "I love you and want you to do well in life." He reassured.