"My signature? Are ya being serious?" The brunette inquired as her lip curled as a radioactive wave by glimpsing at Carl for a split second after putting her signature on the contract for her release. Her frail heart heavily throbbed in her chest once she heard the good news which reached her.
"Of course, Miss! Sister Mary Eunice awaits you upstairs to change yourself into something different and the Howards are waiting for you outside." The sanitarian replied dryly as he received back the pen and the contract as Odette from the sofa by walking away from the common room. Searing heat crept underneath her plump cheeks as soon as she heard the best news for today, besides her successful therapy.
A few minutes after towering the Stairway to Heaven by pacing in the dim light hallway of the asylum by wearing a smug, beaming smile across her rosy-coloured, damp lips, in fact, her release was actually a fact at last.
As soon as the young woman found the head of Briarcliff's office by standing before the wooden door by rapping on the door a couple of times as she bit her bottom plumpish lip, suddenly feminine, juvenile voice echoed by ushering the young, aspiring singer to enter in the office without reluctance.
"Come in, Odette! I know you're there." The young blonde evoked as soon as Odette opened the office's door, thereafter shutting it behind her by offering a sheepish, sympathetic smile to the sister of the church.
The both girls couldn't endure girlish, gleeful giggles as it tickled their tongues, whilst Mary Eunice turned to her recent visitor after looking out the window by contemplating the spring, extraordinarily breathtaking scenery of flourishing flowers, trees and bushes, the bright, megawatt sunrays which delicately scooped everything below. The silver-tongued, elating songs of the chirping birds were floating, encompassing the old, unwelcoming mental hospital's façade, where the darkness dominated even trapping the wretched souls in the hollow.
"Sister, it was a bit awkward, not gonna lie!" The juvenile singer' lips motioned like thin piano keys as the laughter which once lingered on her tongue was succumbed by the intense hush by enveloping her mouth in hollow. "Where's Monsignor McKenzie?" She resumed her utterance by arching an eyebrow as she slowly inspected the austere, old-fashioned office in the corner of her studious hazelish-brown orbs, scanning it.
"Don't worry about him! He's being busy with some church duties." The woman of the cloth assured the recently released inmate as her voice was as mellow as velvet, honeyed. An innocent, childish smile crawled on her porcelain, pale complexion. "You shouldn't be anxious at all. Your parents are more than delighted to welcome you outside."
"I think it's better to get out of there as soon as possible." The slightly older woman went in the en-suite bedroom as she was commencing to take off her rigid, shapeless stone blue patient gown, followed by her filthy, shabby white shoes which shoed, shielding her petite feet of the cold nuthouse's flooring as her appearance was ratty then. "I mustn't waste a lot of time at all. My resilience chimes me to be as swift as a falling leaf." The love child murmured as it was solely audible for her. In the interval, nothing didn't hug her half stark body than her piece of ordinary lingerie as it covered her intimate parts only. A grandiose, a tad dirty with cherry wood frame reflected her double her as well.
Her honey brown eyes were fixed on the reflexion by studying for a while her body parts by approaching the mirror as it more zoomed, the better view she had of her overall appearance in details. Her biceps and meaty hips were as floppy as disks. Her lion mane of chestnut tresses still looked mesmerizing and gorgeous even if they were capped in scum. The youthful brilliance of her porcelain, silken skin which shielded her frail skeleton, the brilliance of diamond returned again as her smile was as beaming as a sunshine even when the scum was greasing almost every inch of her skin without any regular and moderate body hygiene. The juvenile singer behaved as if she was a self-conscious teeanger, who was incessantly anxious over her body and appearance in general by focusing on the traits, which she considered them as flaws and hence, rendering her imperfect and ugly. The weight loss was phenomenally, starkly discernible even for halfly blind person. The stench of medicaments, urine and lack of average hygiene were inescapable, emanating from the young lady by overspreading in the thin air of her mother's former en-suite bedroom which was linked with her former office.
Furthermore, the bruises and mild pink tints which sleeved her arms and legs were starting to fade away as if the carpet was tainted with water. At last but not least, Odette was beyond flabbergasted by the drastic change of her body and in general she's commencing to be through her journey of being a future young mother. The carte blanche was another factor for her significant change in her mood lately especially now.
Bewilderment, euphoria and disbelief were the predominating feelings, cooking inside her as its unfilled gaps were traumas of her rape and the sadistic violence she experienced 2 days ago. Bewilderment and disbelief, due to the fact, how her parents are responsible for her release after the successful therapy by getting her out of the snake pit forever as they kept their solemn promise. Whereas euphoria, the brunette is going to have an ultimate freedom away from the asylum, where abundance of lunatics were jailed by outnumbering her as well, whether by being charged in crime or other reason, which is discreetly considered immoral nowadays unless the laws are altered whether for better or worse.
On the compact bed which was adorned with cotton blanket, the young lady found new, neat garments by numbering a floral, vintage scarf for disguising herself, in case if any nun spots her escaping the asylum without getting her in trouble including the head of Briarcliff, Father McKenzie.
After self-consciously studying her body features by counting her hair, thereafter she commenced dressing up herself in the neat attires such as slightly above the knees length velvet white floral dress with ruffled short sleeves and boat neckline, exposing some pale, stark flesh of her collarbone, neck and shoulders. Black cotton cardigan. Black classy stilettos, shoeing her wee feet as she tied on her head the scarf as a disguise. Shortly after clothing herself in the attires, the young lady checked herself into the tall, round mirror once again by surveying quickly her look as she winked at herself in cocky manner by feeling comfortable with the garments she was ensured, thanks to the mental institution especially the young nun Mary Eunice.
"Are you ready, Odette?" The juvenile blonde's voice was sufficiently audible even if it was stemming from the office, although the oblivion of not closing and shutting the door was pretty evident for the recently released patient.
"Yes, Sister! Just a second only, please!"
"Alright! It looks like your parents aren't patient at all." In the interim, the sister of the Roman Catholic church evoked by looking out the window by noting 2 figures of middle-aged married couple waiting outside the stone stairs of the madhouse by talking to one another. "You shouldn't waste a lot of time until you go downstairs." Her naturally rosy-coloured lip motioned at the thought of Timothy and Jude, waiting eagerly for their daughter's arrival as the love child walked away from the en-suite bedroom by wearing a glimmering, smug smile, dancing on her lips, whereas her hazelish-brown eyes glowed all over again as its bright, colorful tinges as if a rainbow spectrum dispersed transculently through her irises, lit her felicity up.
"I'm ready, Sister! I just need to descend the stairs and that's all."
" , may I have the word with you in my office in a matter of few minutes only?" Father McKenzie interrupted Kit by catching up him on the Stairway to Heaven as he met his piercing, stern sapphire blue eyes, whilst Odette was on the third floor of the asylum by slowly but surely descending the stairs without earning the both men's eyes especially the Monsignor's.
"Of course, Monsignor! What's it has to be about?" The falsely committed inmate posed the question beyond gravely by arching an eyebrow as the young woman, who was about to pass the both gentlemen's stilettos clicked as the young singer was bowing her head without being noticed and questioned.
"Well, you're being involved in something suspicious even a conspiracy against the system." The man of the cloth clarified, lisping calmly without showing any kind of an emotion.
"W-What a conspiracy, Monsignor? I hardly understand any word you're saying."
In the meanwhile, the young lady was almost on the first floor of imposing the Stairway to Heaven without any reluctance and being caught in trouble as the sound of clicking stilettos was inevitable for the both men as they glanced at the lobby's first floor, noting a petite figure with tied up scarf on her head heading up towards the exit without any warning as the holy man's glance transformed into a transfixed gape as his mouth was slightly agape, whereas an awkward, unexplainable silence fell between the young men.
"Monsignor, is everything alright?" All of a sudden, it was Kit who broke the ice with his spontanous question by earning Alexander's azure blue eyes which were darted to the lobby.
"It's alright. I just noticed somebody walking away from there. You may excuse me to check who's it, while you can wait for me in my office. Okay?"
"Okay!" The patient confirmed his words by towering the stairs up to Father McKenzie's office by pacing in the hallway.
As soon as Odette left Briarcliff's walls even advancing her destination by passing through the front double door by descending the stone stairs, she suddenly drew her parents' attention as they were waiting for her with charming, blissful smiles, honed up in the corner of their lips by fixing their stares on the young woman with the scarf though they noted unintentionally the head of Briarcliff's tall, masculine figure ambling up to the young lady.
In this moment, Father McKenzie felt impotent to stop the young woman who was escaping Briarcliff and seconds before turning to her parents after imposing the massive stone stairs, she turned to the man of the cloth by showing him a middle finger, scowling by wondering how such heinous even tarnished morally ecclesiatical members of the church are allowed to run such grandiose even exigent facility which is known as a house or rather residence for beehive of lunatics. He was unconditionally shocked by the way she showed him a middle finger just seconds before turning her back as if the young brunette won't see him ever again even set a foot in the unholy place's area unwillingly.
Consequently the orphan turned to her parents by bracing her arms around their shoulders, scooping them in a tight, warm hug without releasing them for a split minute.
"Oh, mom and dad! I'm so happy for seeing you again after all this shit." The brunette sniffled inwardly by resting her chin on the middle-aged mother's shoulder by burying her face in the crook of their necks as her face was gaping the proximity of their necks.
"My baby girl!" The both parents exclaimed jubilantly in unison as they relished altogether the embrace they shared as a part of their reunion, whilst Alexander was witnessing how the both middle-aged adults were embracing even cuddling the girl, chewing his bottom, plumpish lip as his blood vigorously boiled in his veins for being incapable of halting her even blocking her way to the freedom. "I can't believe ya are here at last. Out of this snake pit's walls and façade! You didn't deserve this pain in the ass."
"I know, mom! I'm so proud of you for your patience, support and love which I really appreciate through these days." They lastly broke off the hug as the young woman pecked their cheeks with kisses as they kissed her cheeks as their lips scooped the vanilla, creamy cheeks' flesh even forehead as they walked up to the cab, parked behind them by getting inside the vehicle within seconds.
To be continued...