Part 1

Prologue

A new couple, the Hubbard's had arrived in Dr. Zaaijer's office. Dr. Zaaijer was a psychologist who did both couples and family therapy. This would be the first session between Dr. Zaaijer and Mr. and Mrs. Hubbard., he didn't know what the problem was, but he would find out.

The person claiming to be Mrs. Hubbard wasn't actually married to Mr. Hubbard. She wasn't his wife, she had been his first victim. Mr. Hubbard had used his hypnotic and other abilities on the person who claimed to be Mrs. Hubbard, and now she was a shell of what she used to be. She had no past. None that she could remember anyway. She was left with only one desire. That was to simply do whatever Mr. Hubbard asked her to do without question. She didn't even remember what her real name was.

"Take a seat," Dr. Zaaijer said cordially. The couple did as bidden. "Let's see, you're the Hubbards, Ashley and David?"

David Hubbard nodded, although that wasn't his real name either.

"What seems to be the problem?"

"It's hard to explain, I just have to show you. It's on this." David pulled out a cell phone that had a video feature.

"OK, let me see." Before Dr. Zaaijer could react, David stood up and approached Dr. Zaaijer from around his desk. He then grabbed Dr. Zaaijer around the arms, pinning him to the chair. Dr. Zaaijer struggled and called out, but his receptionist couldn't hear him. The room was semi-soundproof. Dr. Zaaijer didn't want his patients in the waiting room to hear what his other patients were saying. Before he knew it, Mrs. Hubbard pulled out a spray bottle and sprayed something in his face. Dr. Zaaijer continued to struggle. David told him to be calm. It took several seconds for the drug in the spray bottle to work, but eventually it had the desired effect.

When Dr. Zaaijer was completely under, David gave him some instructions. "We are going to leave here and make another appointment for a month from now. You are going to transfer all your patients except a handful to another doctor while we are gone. Is that clear?"

"Yes."

"That was the beginning. It didn't take long before 'David Hubbard' was impersonating Dr. Zaaijer. He now had a handful of patients to play with, and no one was any the wiser that anything had changed.

One of the first couples that the new Dr. Zaaijer counseled was Janet and Dan Ellis. Dan was an arrogant but very rich man, and Janet was his voluptuous trophy wife. Their marriage was headed for divorce, but before that could happen, the prenuptial contract they both signed said they must go to couples therapy before divorce lawyers. Dr. Zaaijer decided that besides the changes he would make in the couple, Dr. Zaaijer deserved all that Dan owned. That was a fact and the easy part, but what was to become of Dan and Janet once he got all their money? That was the hardest decision.

After meeting with his patients, Dr. Zaaijer decided that family therapy would be more fun than just couples therapy. He liked that there would be more people in the session and they would be of vastly different ages.

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The Morris family arrived at the reception area of Dr. Zaaijer's office. Dr. Zaaijer is a family therapist, according to the plaque above the door, and a very good one, according to his reputation. Mrs. Alisa Morris, age thirty-six, suggested that her family come to the doctor. She is afraid that her husband, Jack Morris, age thirty-eight, and her daughter, Michaelina, age thirteen, weren't getting along. Alisa was the chief breadwinner for the family ever since Jack stopped working due to an 'accident' at work. Since then, Jack became a stay-at-home dad to his step-daughter Mikie. Alisa had always earned more money than Jack anyway, so it wasn't much of a problem.

The three waited in Dr. Zaaijer's outer office, waiting for their appointment. Mikie didn't want to be there, and so she had a bored look on her face. She knew there were problems, but she didn't really want to talk about them.

Jack on the other hand, didn't see any problem at all. True, staying at home all the time could be boring sometimes and Mikie could be a brat, but that wasn't any reason to see a therapist. He would rather be home with a beer in his hand, watching something on TV or just fooling around with his computer.

The three waited for their appointment with Dr. Zaaijer. None of the three had any way of knowing that the man they were about to see, although he called himself Dr. Zaaijer, wasn't really a therapist. He wasn't even a doctor. Actually, even though there was a man called Dr. Zaaijer, this man wasn't him. He had come into the real Dr. Zaaijer's office one day and sent the man away using his hypnotic abilities. From then on, this strange man was known to everyone as Dr. Zaaijer, Family Therapist.

Jack, Alisa, and Michaelina entered Dr. Zaaijer's office. Jack and Alisa took the closest seats to the doctor, and Mikie took a seat behind. Mikie didn't want to be there the most. She had a lot to say, but she didn't want to say anything, not out loud. She was tired of her parents not listening to her. She had been telling her mother for months about what had been going on at the house with her and her dad, but Alisa didn't believe her. Alisa wouldn't let herself believe the truth. But Alisa knew there was something wrong, and so she arranged this meeting.

"So what can I do for you nice people?" Dr. Zaaijer said with a broad smile.

"My husband and my daughter aren't getting along. I think a little family therapy could help us," Alisa piped up. Alisa was a pretty young woman in her mid-thirties. She was five-foot-five, 130 pounds, and had a creamy complexion with an infectious smile. She had an air of authority. She was in control of her family since she made the money and was a stronger personality than her husband. She wore a tan business pant suit as she had taken the morning off from her job to attend this session.

Alisa explained that since Jack had become a stay-at-home dad to her daughter that there had been some tensions in the house and that she thought that some family therapy would help them. Jack and Mikie remained silent while Alisa explained the situation as she saw it.

Dr. Zaaijer kept an impassive face while looking at the family. He wasn't concerned with what the problems were, but there was something about this family that Dr. Zaaijer could use to satisfy his sick needs. Dr. Zaaijer could make some changes to this family. They would be clay in his hands and he would mold them to his liking. He particularly liked Jack and Mikie. He could do some amazing things with them. He wasn't sure exactly what at this time, but after talking to everyone privately he would think of something.

Dr. Zaaijer saw his opportunity to make some profound changes in this family. They had potential, but first, he wanted to talk to everyone in the family separately. Dr. Zaaijer decided to start with Mikie. He thought she would give him the best insight into the family.

Mikie spoke first with Dr. Zaaijer. Mikie was a pretty girl with wavy brown hair that fell to just below her small breasts. She was five-feet-four and weighed about 110 pounds. She wore a floral shirt that was mostly blue with buttons down the front and short capped sleeves. She had an athletic body, which she must have received from her natural father. She had small but developing breasts and still a mostly androgynous figure due to her age. She wore a hint of makeup on her eyes and her lips. Despite her makeup, her face showed her real age of about thirteen or fourteen. She was, in fact, thirteen now but would turn fourteen in a couple of weeks.

"Hello, as I said before, I am Dr. Zaaijer, and I am here to help you and your family."

"No, you're not! You are just like the rest of them. You won't listen to me, none of them do. Or you won't believe me, which is worse," Mikie whined.

"That isn't true. I want to know what is going on so I can help you. But not just you, your whole family."

"I don't know if I can trust you."

"You can. I just want to help. If I didn't want to listen to you, then why would I bring you in here alone? You have my complete attention."

"Promise?"

"I promise," Dr. Zaaijer said with a broad, reassuring smile.

"OK, I have to tell someone anyway."

"Go on."

Mikie started talking so fast that it was hard to get the words out of her mouth. "They don't get me. They are all grown-ups, and they just think I'm some stupid teenager who talks back."

"Your parents?"

"Oh, course, my parents. Maybe I do talk back, but I can never talk to them normally. Every time I talk to Mom about something, she just throws it back in my face. And says I'm stupid or she has got bigger problems, and starts to yell at me about how her hemorrhoids hurt. I can't tell her anything about school or what makes me happy because she doesn't care."

"I'm sure she cares."

"Like I played her a song a little while ago, and she didn't look the least bit interested. She just told me to clean my room afterwards. I want to share things with her, but she doesn't understand me."

"All teenagers think that."

"I haven't had a real conversation in years with my dad because he just gets grumpy with me after a while and tells me he is busy. I can't do anything right, so why should I even bother to behave?

When I got home from school on Friday, I was fighting with Dad, and then in the middle of it he said, 'You're grounded.'

So now I'm grounded. It is Saturday and Yeah, I may have been a bit pissed that I was grounded and mom went out and bought stuff for my room without me. So I told her I would of liked it if I'd had a say, and she just got angrier with me.

Even when I try to be good, they are so convinced that I'm the demon spawn that they won't see past anything, especially Dad. He acts like I'm out to get him, and I enjoy misery. He never lets go of anything bad I do, and he never lets me forget. How angry would that make you?"

Before Dr. Zaaijer could reply, Mikie continued, "My mom was yelling at me then and she said one more time I talk back, then I would be grounded for another week, and I said, "Could you please just listen to me and she just slapped me."

"She hit you?"

"Yes, she did. I just want to tell them how I feel, but I can't, so I try to talk over them and make myself heard, but they tell me to shut up. I just want to talk to them about our problems but I can't because Dad is such a dictator, and Mom is just so tired and doesn't want to know. I just want to talk to someone about everything, but I can't."