Inside Of Our Minds (Hannibal Lecter's Son)

Chapter 9: Loose Ends

Warning, if you have trauma from childhood abuse/spanking/yelling stop reading this chapter at a point I will make. I'm saying this from someone who has PTSD from belts and aggressive adults. I will give a heads up

I stared at the boy, now a man in front of me. It was Eli.

"He's inside with a patient, come in." I said, he came in and we made small talk while I swept.

10 years ago

"You were very good about getting your vaccines, both of you." Papa said driving Eli and I home. We had our check ups and I was put on puberty blockers. We also got our shots that were necessities.

"Can we get McDonald's?" Eli asked.

"What's McDonald's?" I asked looking over at Eli who didn't need a booster seat due to his weight and height.

Papa looked at us in the rear view mirror. "It's a place with unhealthy food." He informed me. He was good at keeping me sheltered until we got a TV when I was 10. I had never heard of fast food before that.

"Yeah but you can get a toy with your meal." Eli begged. Papa looked upset.

"No Eli, we don't eat fast food."

Eli slumped back and had a sad look across his long face.

When we arrived Eli and I went to the backyard and played soccer. An hour later Papa called us inside. The social worker lady was here.

"Hello Mrs. Maggie." Eli said, she came around once a week to check on Eli.

"Hello Eli, how are you doing?" She asked.

"Good, Mickey and I are playing soccer."

"That sounds fun, I do have some news for you sweetheart." He said. I sat next to Papa as did Eli. Papa had a sad look on his face. I laid my head onto Papa's shoulder.

"What is it?"

"Your Dad's sister has agreed to adopt you."

"I thought Mick's Dad was going to." Eli defended.

"I was going to Eli, But in these cases they'll want to make sure blood relatives are available first." He said holding Eli in his arms. I seen a tear roll down Eli's cheek. I started crying.

"You'll still come to play right?"

"She lives in Florida." Mrs. Maggie said with a soft, yet sad tone.

I cried even more. I would never see him again.

The next day the social people came and helped him get his things. My room gets empty again, I never moved my bed back. That night I cried into Papa's arms as he tried to console me.

Here he stood before me, all grown up. I just hugged him.

"It's been so many years man, what brings you here?"

"I wanted to visit my old town and friends, do you know where the others are?"

"I didn't play with them again after you left." I admitted.

After a client left, Papa came out of his office and looked up at Eli and I.

"Eli?" He asked.

"Yeah it's me."

Papa smiled and hugged him. It was nice to see Papa feeling like himself again. They talked in Papa's office and I went home.

I began making supper. Fuck what Papa said, I'm using the meat from the freezer in the basement. I'm making roast.