Wretched || H. Lecter

} CHAPTER FOUR {

} CHAPTER FOUR {

My legs bounced in anticipation, anxious about meeting Dr Lecter for the first time as I waited patiently in his waiting room. I hadn't found much about him so I had no idea what to expect from this prestigious psychologist.

The walls were a soft green colour, decorated with large pieces of artwork framed in dark wood with gold embellishments. The plush chairs that lined the walls were black in colour with matching onyx cushions.

It felt professional and cold, not like it was designed to make clients feel at ease and welcomed but was created to match Dr Lecter's interests and colour preferences. Although this information was not much, it allowed me a slight insight into who this psychologist was as an individual.

The sound of a heavy door and voices caught my attention, dragging my focus from the room to the now open door across from me. In the doorway stood two male figures.

The first man was tall, lean and older than his counterpart with a calm and content expression plastered across his handsome face. His dark hair swept to one side to reveal his equally dark eyes that gleamed with self-worth.

He was dressed in a three piece suit composed of a light blue dress shirt and tie with a navy waistcoat and blazer that suddenly put my grey hoodie and comfortable black legging to shame. His entire outfit screams effortlessly, not a single stitch was out of place as the man looked as well put together as one could be.

Then, the second man was his polar opposite. He was younger, short and rotund but held an amused expression upon his pale face. While he also had dark brown hair, it laid flat against his head and his chocolate brown eyes held insecurity and lack of confidence.

Again, he also dressed himself nicely but in a striped white dress shirt, dark brown v-neck sweater and a lighter beige blazer. I could see similarities between the two but they were sloppy and almost seemed faux, as if one was so desperately trying to be like the other and I had a slight suspicion of who was the original.

"Goodbye, Franklyn. I shall see you next week for another session." The older man called from the doorway, his voice smooth like velvet as the other man looked up at him with hints of admiration.

"See you next week, Dr Lecter." Franklyn said back to the other man with an overly positive attitude. He walked past me to the door leading out of the building but not before sending me a polite smile as he passed me.

"Ms Addams, I presume?" Dr Lecter turned in my direction with a stoic expression. I found myself looking at his tie to avoid his intense gaze, feeling as if he were trying to figure me out from just my appearance.

"Uh-yes, that's me." I fumbled in anxiety as I felt my palms begin to sweat so I slid them down my thighs in a comforting motion.

"You are early." He started and I felt so small under his eyes, wondering what I could say to that but he just continued. "In that case we can start this appointment early, is that okay with you, Ms Addams?" I just nodded, not trusting my voice as my hands shook with anticipation and he opened the door wider so that I could enter.I got up quickly, walking past him into his office and was immediately taken aback by the beauty of his office.

The whole room consisted of two floors, a bottom floor that held his desk and client seating, presumably where he held his appointments. Then the top floor was a large balcony that ran along the lengths of the room, bookshelves lining every inch of walls. Artwork dotted around the room in organised randomness.

"Your office is beautiful." I muttered partially under my breath but it seemed to reach his ears as when I turned back to face him, he stood at his desk with a small smile on his features, a notebook and pen clutched in his grasp.