Daddy's Little Girl

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Professor David Abrahams took a seat in front of me. I tilted my head sideways. I could always see the souls and thoughts of people easier in this position.

You have to tell him your life's story.

I am, I due time, patience, Scarlett.

I shook my head, silencing the sweet voice in side of my head from commenting.
David looked at me strangely and I smiled a wicked smile.

"I already know why you're here, Professor." I gave him a mischievous look.

"Would you care to share your thoughts?" he asked with a calm and collective voice.

"Let me see..." I stood up and David flinched a little. I smiled at that. I tapped my chin, putting my thoughts in a logical order.

"Thomas." David said in an impatiently, irritated tone.

"Who gave you permission to call me by name?" I bellowed the question, my anger overwhelming. How dare he?

"I apologize, Mr Laurie." David said. I ignored his apology, he didn't mean it anyway.

"You are here because those worthless, wastes of life outside this steel door that call themselves psychiatrists told you to come inside here to study me, like a puppet, because you think I'm bonkers, crazy, a lunatic, yes?" I asked and went to sit against the opposite wall and stared at David.

I tilted my face sideways again as I waited for a reply. The poor man in front of me has gone slightly tense. Still no reply.

"David." I mocked his irritated voice from earlier.

After staring at him for a while he finally asked, "Who told you that this was a study, how did you know?"

"Oh, David, you flatter me, I did not know you wanted to hear my life's story!" I said enthusiastically and stood up to lean against the other wall next to David.

"I didn't not ask for your life's story, but if you want to, I'm more than willing to listen, Mr Laurie?" He asked me and I laughed loudly.

"Please, David, call me Thomas, no need for formalities!" I gave him a warm smile and went to sit in my chair again.

"Okay then, Thomas, do you want to tell me your life's story?"

And here I thought he was smart enough to not fall for my trick. I suddenly lurched forward and grabbed his red tie. He tried to pull back but I just pulled his face near mine roughly.

"Didn't I tell you to not call me Thomas?" I scowled at him, gritting my teeth.

"But you just told me I could call you Thomas!" He said frantically and I let him go. David sighed in relief and stood up.

I observed the tall, young, lanky and brown haired professor with curiosity. I probably scared him lifeless. Why would they even send a weakling in here with me, they knew how and who I am, what I do. This poor boy doesn't even belong in a psychiatric ward, much less this one. Just because he is a professor in psychology, doesn't mean he could actually do field work. I felt pity towards the man, already knowing his sealed fate.

Pity, why pity aren't you used to it already?

Be quiet.

I ignored Scarlett's further ramblings and watched David once again. He said goodbye, to which I did not reply. I smiled when he struggled with the door.

You still haven't forgiven him for calling you by your name yet, have you?

Do I ever forgive, my dear Scarlett?