Inside Of Our Minds (Hannibal Lecter's Son)

Chapter 7) The Neighborhood and brotherhood

I started hanging around Papa's office more, in fact he started paying me to clean it like a janitor. So now I have a part time job.

I was mopping the waiting room when a man came in. I believe I've heard of him. Mason Verger? I don't like the man from the vibes I get so I guess that's why he's in therapy.

"Ah, Michael is it?" The stupid looking man asked sitting on a chair in the waiting room. I don't judge the clients at all. I know most insurances won't cover the therapy my father provides but still. This guy? Something I don't like about him. Rich snob is what I get from him.

"Yes." I said, annoyed but still mopping. If this man mentions anything about his Dad again to me I'm gonna take this mop and shove it up his ass.

"Do you know how glue is made?" He stated with that tone that indicates that he already knows the answer.

"Yes I do." I said mopping more.

"You see Papa would take the best racing horses-" He stopped when Papa's door opened.

"Come on in." Papa said giving me an apologetic look. Mason went in and for once I truly had sympathy for my Father.

After some of the clients left there was an hour where there was none. We used this opportunity for lunch usually.

I was rearranging the magazines on the table when Papa's door opened and I seen a client leave.

"Mick, if you want to join me for lunch you can." He invited.

I went inside of his office and sat down. He pulled out a lunch box and handed me a fork. He separated our food and we began eating. I had my own chair from the waiting room pulled up next to his desk. Papa was chewing with his mouth closed and smiled when he looked up at me. He swallowed then spoke.

"How do you like it so far?" He asked.

"I like the roasted potatoes. I've always liked potatoes." I said. He took his free hand and ruffled my hair and smiled.

"No I mean the job. How do you like it so far?"

"It's fun. I enjoy cleaning but I don't like it when patients start talking to me about stuff I assume they talk to you about."

"It can be tricky dealing with that. Just smile and do your job and ignore them." He said finishing up his food. I finished mine and laid my head on his right shoulder. I was exhausted.

"Are you going to nap for the rest of your break?" He chuckled.

"Can I?" I laughed.

"Be my guest." He said wrapping his arm around my shoulders. No matter how old I get I think naps with Papa are the best.

I woke up to Papa tapping my shoulder. My neck hurt a bit from the position I was in.

"Why don't you go home and rest?" He asked as I gained consciousness.

"I'm fine, I'll get back to cleaning soon anyways."

He kissed the top of my head before I stood up.

"Very well then. I'll be in here as usual."

8 Years Ago

When I was a boy, besides my studies and strict rules I would pass the time by playing outside. I was wearing my white button up shirt and navy blue dress shorts. I swear Papa dressed me like a Victorian child. I was having a grand time picking up a rock and hitting it with a stick. Papa was wearing his suit as usual but without a jacket. It was October, when the air had become cool and the sun was still out. I looked back at Papa who was reading a book on the patio. He often would just sit outside while I played. My little thoughts were interrupted when a heard a voice coming from the fence.