Chapter 1

Abigail fidgets in the waiting room chair. She always hated therapy and never agreed with it but she was forced here by Dr. Bloom believing that Dr. Lecter would make a better match. Abigail never did get along with women. She was not close to her mom so she did not relate with them. "Miss Hobbs?" A tall and sun-tanned man came out of the office. He was very handsome yet there was something mysterious to him. He had dark features; his high cheek bones gave his maroon eyes an aphotic look to them. And his mouth curved up at the corner in a sinister grin. Abigail fidgeted some more, she never had seen an older man quite like this. He was well dressed in a red and beige 3-piece suit and Italian leather shoes. She couldn't believe that she had to sit and pour her feelings out to man she couldn't even stop staring at. She eventually found the effort to get to her feet and smile. "Good evening! May you come in?" Abigail made her way to the door and she felt his hand burn on her back as she made her way in. "You may have a seat or if it pleases you, you may lay down on my couch. Whatever makes you more comfortable." Abigail really needed to lie down after that encounter. As she lay down on the tough leather couch she turned her head towards Dr. Lecter. She caught her breath and inhaled slowly and exhaled slowly. 'Just one hour', she thought to herself. "My name is Dr. Hannibal Lecter; you may call me that, or Dr. Lecter. I like to keep things formal and non-personal. If that is ok with you?" Abigail slowly nodded her head; she could see why he liked to keep things formal just by his appearance. "Great! So Miss Hobbs do you know why you are here today?" Dr. Lecter asked hastily. "I'm here because you were referred by my previous psychiatrist, Dr. Bloom." Abigail answered. Dr. Lecter smiled, and laughed in a strange curious way, "Yes, I thought it was quite humorous because I've never I had a young woman referred to me before. Usually girls can relate with women more. Why do you think you relate more to men?" Abigail inhaled again "My father…I….I was extremely close to him. So I guess I can open up to men more. I guess I'm a daddy's girl" Abigail giggled at her statement. "I see." Dr. Lecter smiled " I'm sincerely sorry for your lose, Miss Hobbs, I hope that I can help you in any way you need." Abigail smiled at the thought of Dr. Lecter being her father and then quickly dismissed it. "Now Miss Hobbs, would you say you have what people like to call 'Daddy Issues'?" Abigail pondered at the thought, she never thought of that before, but ever since her father died she did find herself drawing closer to older men; especially around their forties. "I guess I could have those issues, I never really thought about it." Dr. Lecter smiled. Abigail couldn't exactly point it out but there was something about him that made a tingly feeling down her spine and made her blush in her cheeks and made her warm all over. She smiled back in a curious manner. "I'm smiling, Miss Hobbs, because I feel like I can be that one thing you need. You need a father figure and I need company. So for one hour every day, we will be whatever the other person needs. What do you say, Miss Abigail Hobbs?