Killer's Son

Session Two

Jerry sat alert in the white room, he was still in that leather studded jacket but so far, the doctor hadn't shocked him. This was a good sign. Maybe, he'd actually get to go see his father and make sure that he'd been treated okay.

Doctor Dedoris cleared his throat.

"So, Jerry. Did Jeff ever, beat you as you grew up?"

He asked as he noted things down and looked from the note pad to the young man. Jerry shook his head, it was no lie though, when he was a child , he was never laid a hand on. The odd slap on the wrist for doing things he shouldn't but..it wasn't until he had turned 10 that he really remembered getting a harder punishment.

"Not as a little kid...but as a pre teen, I do remember one event...that scarred me sort of."

Jerry admitted and the doctor nodded.

"Say as much as you feel you need to. This won't leave my note book. I promise that."

The doctor reassured him and opened a new page to note anything down.

"It started when I was 8...."

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Warnings this will include minor child abuse. You've been warned...

Jerry was holding down a rabbit and a knife in his other hand. He'd been told that he had to kill this rabbit in order to make supper for the night, but it felt wrong. The rabbit did nothing to him and it didn't deserve to die , let alone be skinned alive.

He looked to Jeff. Who had been watching him the whole time.

"Please, Pa ... Can't I knock it out, or something, the look it is giving me...I can't bare it any longer."

Jerry pleaded but Jeff just scoffed at this.

"It's a rabbit, not some precious doll. Just slit its throat Jerry. I don't wanna hear any peeps or moaning about it."

The boy gulped and turned his head back to the quivering animal in his grasp, he held the blade to its throat and pressed lightly , drawing some blood. The rabbit stared up with those large brown eyes and it made Jerry stop. He dropped the knife and he walked to the door, opened it and let the rabbit go.

Jeff was furious.

Jerry walked back to the room and gulped at the anger that radiated from his father, it was like a volcano. The child then went to walk to his room but Jeff grabbed his wrist , hard. Jerry yelped and looked at Jeff.

"You dare disobey me, me?! The one that raised you, that clothed your sorry ass. And you can't even do one thing I ask you?! Are you retarded!?"

Jeff snapped at him and Jerry just went numb. What was wrong with his dad? He was acting more aggressive than what he'd normally been.

"D-Dad, what is it??"

Jerry tried to pull away from him but it was no use.

"What's wrong!? WHAT'S WRONG?! I give you years of my god damn life, not expecting much, just a bit of damn respect. And you think you can just throw away food , after I catch it for you?! Huh?!"

Jeff's grip was starting to hurt him . It wasn't until Jerry screamed that Jeff let go and snapped to his senses. He sent Jerry to his room and locked the door.

From the other side , he said.

"Don't dare disobey me again."

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Jerry stopped there and shivered a little. It was one of the few memories of his father that he remembered with clarity. Not from the fondness. But simply due to how angered his father had gotten over the release of the rabbit.