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.

Doctor Dedoris nodded and shut the note book over.

"Do you, resent your father? Jerry."

At this question, Jerry clammed up. The cold feeling was surfacing....HE was trying to take him over, but he would not let him do it. The doctor cleared his throat .

"Jerry."

He said but the child was doing his best not to lose his control...because...he knew that if he did...it'd be a while before he'd regain it again. Jerry said through gritted teeth.

"No"

From in his mind, Jerome scoffed.

"Fuckin' liar...we hate him...he hurt us..."

He whispered and Jerry shook his head, louder this time.

"NO!"

The doctor brought out a sedative and this made Jerome push his power , if it had not been for the dart to the arm...them he would have fully taken control. Jerry felt relief as his mind began to fog and sleep over took him.

Dedoris walked to the child and raised his head, but it lulled back. He was fully out of it. The thing was....that look of utter terror before he screamed....what was it from? Not him, not Jeff....then....who?

He took a recorder out and began to speak into it.

"The patient is showing signs of severe stress and paranoia, no doubt from years living with a deranged killer and having witnessed multiple crimes. I will keep further research on this...and hopefully, come to a solution."

Now, it was Jeff's turn.

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This time, Jeff was not sedated and sitting with wide eyes.

"What'd you do to my boy."

He said immediately as soon as the doctor walked into the room and sat down.

"Hello to you as well Jefferey."

The doctor stated as he set his book down but Jeff was having none of it this time at all. He was done with this psyco babble bullshit and this friendly none sense.

"Don't you damn 'Jefferey' me, you dumbass. You think I'll really forgive you? After all the shit you done to me back when I was 15?!"

Jeff sneers at the doctor and he sighed.

"I was using a stimulant to help repress the anger, it was nothing bad or threatening"

This made the man sneer.

"It was borderline.....GH...you are a sick fucker, you used drugs on me to fuck my head up and made me look insane when I knew what the fuck you were doing to all those young patients."

Jeff snapped. The doctor shook his head.

"You're sick, Jefferey. You need help...but not to worry, I am speaking about sending Jerry to my care. So I can fully work with him and make him mentally stable. Then, in a few years time. He'll be released."

At this news, Jeff all but lost it.

"Like fuck you will. The day I let MY son, be used as a toy for you. Is the day I burn in hell."

He sneered like a wild animal, the doctor smiled.

"Jefferey. Don't you wish him to be well?"

The man asked and Jeff scoffed , that fucker, trying to get in his head.

"The kid is well, he's a better person than I am. He even refused to kill. You keep your dirty hands away from him. Or I will personally, ensure you die painfully."

While Jeff was screaming this, the doctor was noting things down and nodding.

"It's not your say, is it. You are his abductor, not his father. But I see why you took him, he does have a look reminiscent of Liu"

This struck a cord with Jeff on a personal level and he clammed up. The doctor decided to play on this.

"You never wanted a child, did you Jeff. You just wanted to replace the hole that you made from murdering Liu."

Like a switch, Jeff tried to lunge from the bed but was restrained to it and spat on the doctor.

"NEVER, EVER, say his name....you aren't ...he...GH.."

Jeff felt his stress rising over and then became silent.

"Stay the fuck away from my son."

That was all Jeff said as he turned his head. Dedoris decided to leave it for a day and packed his things before leaving the room.

It seemed with each day, he was learning more and more about each patient. But the biggest mystery remaining...was . What made that boy so scared that he pleaded to be knocked out... Tomorrow,is another day.

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EYYYY an update and we learn more about Jeff's past too.

More soon, I'm off to sleep.

Night all.