"Hey, there's somebody behind ya, Odette!" The strawberry-haired girl cautioned beyond calmly by effortlessly keeping her voice as flat as tumbled down motionless leaf as her chocolate brown orbs brushed Kit's pale as snow face by scrutinizing his physical featutes within seconds.
"Oh! Kit?" The young singer turned to the former falsely accused inmate by gasping reluctantly, demurely, meeting his stare and offering content, glowing smile which cradled her rosy-coloured, damp lips by shaping them in a crescent form. "What are ya doing here?" An awkward, soft whisper lingered on her tongue after mingling the sundae and mineral water savors along, incapable of taking a deep breath which might the irrational reason for not breaking the temporal silence.
"I couldn't help but spot you there, ladies! I'm so sorry for the awkwardness which I caused by emanating from my recent appearance, however," All of a sudden, the brunette absently arched an elegant eyebrow as heat and ruddy tinted her cheeks by absorbing its smoldering temperature of her body underneath her flesh. In the interim, Kit took a deep breath, seconds before breaking the ice again. "Odette, may we talk in private, please?" He offered as soon as she meekly got from the chair without peeling a single word until it was high time her roar being heard.
"Yeah, of course, Kit!" She turned to him by throwing freely her fragile, slightly floppy arms, bracing his shoulders as he dangled his strong, muscular arms around her upper back by scooping her in a tighter, warmer hug which absorbed their mutual warmness, whereas Serena recklessly sipped her beverage by admiring the young adults' potent, revered friendship they had, glinting due to the embrace they shared with one another right away months after not seeing one another as if the months turned years, perhaps endless centuries. Her sensitive, vulnerable nostrils flared once they inwardly inhaled his alluring cologne which she admired cordially. Beaming, charming smiles honed up in the corners of their lips until they broke off the hug by withdrawing their bodies with approximately a few inches. No longer sensing their vigorously pulsating hearts in their chests by clung to each other as its tandem clung their ribs, uniting their souls as their essences interweaved together.
"Just hold on a minute, Serena! I promise it will be a brisk conversation." The juvenile singer promised by winking at her friend, shortly before retreating with Kit somewhere where the slightly older lady will unwillingly overhear their conversatiom as well.
"Of course, Odette! It's fine." A megawatt, humble smile distorted across Serena lips by illuminating her youthful, porcelain as doll complexion. "Just talk and tell each other what's you want to."
Shortly after they walked away from Serena's seat, the young adults exhaled sharply as the brunette has the least expected to meet the sole patient in the mental institution for criminally insane, who was getting along with her and comprehended her feelings and emotions. Incessant lake of fire boiled in the young lady's veins as her heart leaped when she encountered the man among minority along with Frank and Timothy, who were always next to her for better or worse, regardless how clumsy she might be at times.
"Kit, I haven't been expecting ya so far! What a good day to meet ya!"
"Odette, you don't have any clue for how long I've been looking for ya after you were just like pristine spectral of the past which had found peace with itself eventually. After combating the peace and the wretchedness." Deep breath emitted from the top of his lungs before declaiming to her in desperate way since it has been months she got out of the unholy mental hospital even more little did Kit know the real reason behind her release.
The truth was Kit thought Odette hung the moon though his wife, Alma was cryptically abdicated by the aliens and the last time he saw her was shortly before being falsely accused being the serial killer Bloody Face. The notorious serial killer, known as a women murdered by skinning their corpses like overbearing, vicious beast and getting rid off their heads by beheading them in relentless manner. Showing lack of compassion. Lack wee droplet of mercy. Even more, the sinister circumstance who's Bloody face the barbarous serial killer is still unknown yet.
Furthermore, the young adults quickly were head over heels in love with one another in the mental institution especially in the young man's case as he felt something like an intesifying, unexplainable thrill for the another falsely accused patient. Most of all, Odette feared of confessing right away her unbelievable feelings she had for him, as a result of her overprotective nature she possessed in general. The fear of being hurted. The deficiency of experience in romantic relationships especially with representatives of the opposite sex.
"Oh!" The brunette inwardly gasped by clearing her throat as her attention was utterly focused on the young man. Further, Odette was far from unflinching what to reply, astounded and touched by his words. "Ya know, I was released much earlier with my childhood friend, who was sitting against me in the cafeteria."
"Oh! Serena?" The brunette bobbed her head, affirming his rhetorical exclaimation. "Yeah! What happened to you these weeks, months even days? Aren't you actually living in Boston or," Kit thought Odette was distancing from him and that was the crucial reason why he hasn't seen her over the last weeks and months.
A wry, coy snigger jolted violently in the corners of her mouth, resembling an earthquake shortly before commencing with her monologue.
"I've been living with my parents in Vermont as we have a majestic, 2 story mansion as well. My mother is pregnant and I visit once a week Boston to see Serena. I just work as a singer at times, although my family is wealthy, thanks to my father's fortune which he's inherited." Odette opted to be as discreetly exhaustive as possible to not being questioned over her pregnancy which she didn't want even Kit to find out by himself.
"Oh! Good for you, Odette! You're a lucky that your parents are wealthy." Kit noted in the juvenile singer's demeanor peculiarly eccentric especially as if she wasn't herself anymore. Perhaps the eye contact as their eyes were linked by fixing their stares without averting them from one another. He could recognize sparks of doldrums, twinkling into her hazelish-brown eyes. Although her beaming at first sight smile alooked like as if the young woman didn't have any problems which plagued her physically and mentally, howsoever it spoke volumes. They had mild tints which airbrushed them in lighter, colder colours as they were unwelcoming unlike the warmer ones.
"They're for sure but it matters the mutual happiness we shape altogether. Three of a kind!" Sarcastic, soft grin escaped her naturally rosy-coloured lips. All of a sudden, Odette attempted to conceal her pregnant belly with her both hands which lowered to her abdomen. "The money can't buy the happiness of my family, ya know."
"Very funny!" The both young adults half-heartedly chuckled until in the corner of his chocolate orb he noticed her hands were on more unusual area of her figure, following its swan curves of her mildly pudgy arms due to the drastic weight gain of her pregnancy. "I don't want to sound brash or too prying but you have changed a lot." The juvenile man kept on with his statement by lowering gradually his voice tone as its decibels subdued.
"Well, I gained weight. It's a fact. It happens. Yeah!" The future young mother stuttered, struggling to utter each syllable as she was in awkward situation.
"Your peculiarity is vibrant. What's the matter? Are you pregnant?"
Silence arched as it dispersed its barren rays past them, consequently sanguine tinted her cheeks, bobbing faintly her head by chewing her bottom lip.
Kit was certainly sure Odette was impregnated and little did he know who's the father of the bastard child, whose fresh life was being guarded inside her bump. Her medium-sized breasts which once were as firm as an adolescent, their gravity lost its power as they commenced vaguely to limp and being more sensitive at each touch.
Regardless who was the father of the unborn child, he would still love Odette and her creation, made of her flesh and blood. Kit was madly in love with Odette since the first moment he laid eyes on her.
Tears betrayed to gush down her cheeks due to the foul which smeared her mind and soul at the thought of the rape, besides clammy, crystal dew flooded her fragile eyelids by igniting them its ruddy tinges, puffing them by cleansing her vision. Slight sniffles buzzed her sensitive nostrils.
"I'm but with somebody else's child though it was without my consent." Her fingers tipped lightly the fabric of her shirt, kneading with her palms the bump which spoke volumes to the unborn baby. "It's not what it looks like, Kit! I know what ya feel for me, but I'm not the woman you might want with a child from another father especially who literally violated me. Took my virtue. Took the most precious thing which I might offer to the man I love and I've the deepest feelings. Somebody who made me to love to him unconditionally. " In the interim, the brunette took a deep breath by rubbing yet her pregnant belly, admiring its humongous size. " We hardly know each other and I don't know why I've feelings for you but I don't want to see you hurt. I assure ya!" She resumed her caution in tearful, mildly exasperated voice as her chin vaguely contacted her bosom in shame.
"What are you saying?" He rhetorically asked as one of his hands reached for her petite, smooth ones by cupping her knuckle, his long, arduous fingers kneading the back of her hand by sending electroshocking, overwhelming shivers down her spine and body. "No matter whose father is of this little treasure of yours, I'll love to raise it with you and we'll always be able to have our own kids any time! Do not pressure yarself at all. Don't ya know what ya did to me when we met each other for first time in the common room? Huh?" She nodded merely, affirming his words as his solely free hand drifted down to her chin by grabbing it with a handful of fingers, tilting her head to meet his gaze.
"Do you think so? Do ya want a slut to raise a child whose isn't yars? I'm living a lie, Kit." The juvenile singer retorted by sighing dramatically, arching an eyebrow as she was beyond surprised by his radisnt optimism and charisma which oozed of him.
"Odette," Meantime his hand which held her jaw, transported to her shoulder by pulling her in a tight, warm and soothing hug by allowing her to bury her face in the crook of his neck as her chin laid on his muscular, broad shoulder. "Never underestimate yarself! Just because the baby is from different father, that doesn't disgusts me from ya. I know it wasn't yar fault at all. It will be a honor for me to raise this baby of yours."
"Kit, don't ya know how many men would rather be disgusted to raise somebody else's baby with the lady they like at least?"
"Screw them! I'd like to invite you on a date." All of a sudden, he caught her off guard at the mention of date by pursing her lips in unsettled manner as if she was a mere schoolgirl, whose crush has just invited her on a date. "I swear I'm deadly serious."
"D-Do you truly mean all this? Inviting me on a date?" The brunette arched an eyebrow in bewilderment, somewhat believing it wasn't a dream.
"Mhm. I'd like to get to know one another more since I know you like me and vice versa. It will be a pleasure."
"Why thank you for this kindness and understanding, Kit! I genuinely appreciate it since I know ya would be disgusted and reject me at any cost when I announced ya the news about the baby."
"And our first date is going to be after 4 days at 7 o'clock."
"Alright! May I have your phone number if you don't mind at all?"
"Of course!" He handed her a sheet of paper with his phone number, in case, if she has additional information about their first date by postponing it for another day, due to plenty of reasons. "I'm looking forward from you to receive a phone call whenever you can once you get back at home." Charming, gleeful smiles flashed upon their youthful faces.
"I'll, of course!"
To be continued...