Author's Note: This one-shot is about Timothy and an OC or rather an AHS custom character of mine, under the name Cindy Howard. Are you ready for tears and heartbreaks? This one-shot is exactly what will grant you. Enjoy! :))

The dynamic life of roller coaster was challenging not only for Cindy, moreover for her father, who was appointed as a Cardinal, Timothy Howard.

The wee months of 1971 or rather the spring of 1971 wasn't the most agitating period of time even in the single father and his half orphan's cases. Easter was approaching sooner along with the destined speculated prejudice.

Cindy Martin Howard was known as the love child of Timothy and Judy. She has inherited her father's lacing chestnut, hair pigment along with the straight hair texture, the warmest chocolate, tinting her irises and the most innocent, radiant smile she could offer. Unlike these physical features, the little girl has acquired or rather took after, her mother her sweet, elegant button nose, her petite, sensitive ears, her fair skin tone and her well-defined cheekbones, naturally inked upon her tiny, parchment face.

The young girl has been attending regularly school for months and her birthday was in the late days of September. Little did she know anything about her mother, besides having any collected piece of memories with her especially in the first moments since her first inhaled breath and uncontrollable, murderously deafening blubbers. Spending the first moments with her sweet ray of sunshine until Timothy has deprived her violently from her secure, doting arms, in fact, she was nothing than a madwoman behind the dull, achromatic walls of the old madhouse and he was more above her lawfully. The last time when the former devotional sister of the church has seen her creation was after her birth and afterwards the hazy images of her newborn daughter, fogging her vision and memories with her sanguine tinted cheeks, her big chocolate brown orbs and button nose were the most vivid, haunting her until her current residence was unidentified up to nowadays or still speculated the insanity and sinister starvation and lack of care consumed her identity.

Howsoever through the advancing days, subsequently turning into weeks, months even years, Cindy was raised in her biological father's arms as when he had a spare time that was in minimally often cases for example before bedtime or in the wee hours of the morning. Furthermore, a babysitter was hired to look after the infant, regardless how gradually notorious was becoming in the American society's eyes the aspiring, stubborn man of the cloth.

Cindy was well-known for her bashfulness, selfless and benevolent nature, besides she was criminally intelligent and inquisitive child, but the majority of the peers avoided her, factly, her father was a priest and she was deemed as nothing than a bizarre and quiet little girl. At last but not least, she has befriended with a handful of peers in the kindergarten only, who accepted her for who she is eventually, without judging her family background and the relentlessly disquieting circumstance she is a motherless love child.

What the young girl has struggled was with growing up without a mother and she has longed more than anything to behold at least once her mother and feel her platonically maternal, loving caresses, greasing her head, halo ringlet of silky chestnut tresses, piling up on her upper back and her plump cheeks, admiring her ethereal, youthful grace.

As soon as the British compatriot was appointed as a Cardinal, he saw a few times Judy before fleeing New York with his daughter and moving in a compact, nevertheless convenient, cozy apartment and the little girl's nanny encircling her daily especially when her father is with the mass.

As today Timothy had more leisure time which he compensate the months and years of spending limited time with his little sweet ray of sunshine, everybody were at home. Cindy, Timothy and the babysitter.

At the moment, the priest was dressed up in casual indoor attires such as a neat, clean white shirt with a handful of undone buttons and beige slacks.

"How is my favorite girl doing?" The holy man entered in the kitchen as Cindy was seating on the kitchen table, eating cookies in the plate that she and her babysitter baked together yesterday. He promptly earned the both ladies' attentions as if they were the sole inhabitants in this world, destroyed by the apocalypse and its gruesome natural disasters.

"She's doing pretty well, Timothy! She seems to love our cookies." The nanny replied jubilant as an ivory, sympathetic smile swayed across her naturally rosy-coloured, thin lips. The most sympathetic smile she has ever offered after the schooler.

"I'm fine, Daddy!" The brunette responded after munching a cookie, whereas the middle-aged man approached the kitchen table, leaning and peppering his daughter's cheeks with affectionate, feather kisses as his berry-coloured lips contacted her mossy, soft as velvet facial skin, thereafter seating alongside her as her wee fingers brushed the kissed spots.

"Well, isn't the weather wonderful today?" The young woman enquired rhetorically, filling her glass with ice water from the sink and sipping of the cool, fresh liquid that laced her tongue and organs, resurrecting it from the drying barrens.

Eventually the babysitter that was hired by Timothy was a young woman in the beginning of her 20s with bob crimson red hair, peaked its strands to her nape. Her name was Rosemary Blossom Anderson. Rosemary possessed fair skin tone and brutally honest, the coldest greenish-azure pools, fueled with warmness, platonic love and benevolence, flooding them. Further, she wasn't tall at all as her height can be measured 5'3 only and her body structure was mildly rotund, countouring her petite frame. As usually, the babysitter was dressed up in hippie garments, hugging her frail skeleton. She wasn't actually a native New Yorkerer. The young lady moved in New York after turning 18 from her birth town Burington, New Jersey.

"It's for sure, Rosemary! Easter is approaching too soon with the sunny weather together." The holy man said elatingly, whilst the schooler snatched another homemade cookie from the plate, consequently masticating it with her still growing, a couple of missing teeth, due to the fact she was almost six-year-old.

Furthermore the apartment was encompassed by the eloquent, beatific symphony of the chirping birds outside as the scintillating sun rays dispersed through the askew opened window, bathing the kitchen in saturating light as its light overally armored the exposed fleshes and shielding them from the spring breeze.

"Don't you want specifically anything to drink Timothy or Cindy?" All of a sudden the juvenile lady earned their inquiring stares, transfixed on her greenish-sapphire pools. "For example tea?" She resumed her questionable exclaimation as her lip curled, offering them tea.

"Nah, thank you, Rosemary! You're so sweet." The little girl giggled inwardly, sweetly as the giggle tickled the corners of her tiny mouth.

"Why not, Rosemary? I'd like some tea especially herbal." Eventually it was the aspiring member of the church who didn't reject the tea offer, biting his lip.

"Alright! It will be ready within a few minutes." The redhead took a pot as she filled it with some fresh, cool water, halfly pooling it until she placed it on the cooker until the water commences to boil.

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--- The Next Day ---

As the day after advanced and Cindy finished school for today, thereafter she was picked up from her babysitter, Rosemary and they were sharing their daily activities and lives as usually on their way to home until they entered inside the grand façade in the wee hours of the afternoon.

As soon as the both females stepped inside the luxuriously adorned apartment of Timothy, thereafter the little girl found a note, laying on the dresser, pointing it with her pudgy forefinger as her nanny followed the indication.

"Nana, look! There's a note." The brunette cried out loud in humongous bafflement, vomited in her childish voice as the young lady tried to poke her shoulder, howsoever, she didn't expect what her mind was. In brief, Cindy didn't react to her poke at all.

"Cindy! No! You aren't supposed to read this." Suddenly the young girl snatched the handwritten note as she readily recognized the cursive manuscript, scribbling his final words even message before his unknown committed suicide, acknowledged by her.

"I want to read it, Rosemary! Daddy wrote it." The brunette heaved a jaded sigh, flaring her lungs as its oxygen surged her breathing organs, overlooking her nana's caution pigheadedly.

"It's obnoxiously distressing." The redhead cautioned sternly, coldheartedly until she noted the schooler's orbs were fixed on every word, perusing the paragraphs in her father's note before his death as he took his own life by slitting his wrists in the bath. "If you come to me to cry and see any shed tear, do not tell me I haven't warned you, cupcake!" In the meantime, Rosemary went to the room to prepare her favorite child's luggage as she was the first one to acknowledge the death of the Cardinal though she has forgotten to hide the note from Cindy.

Dear Cindy,

My Ray of Sunshine

I have never been that happy for almost 6 years even more than 6 years when I found out your mother was pregnant and carrying a fresh life, growing inside her. We're sure it's going to be a girl and being named Cindy. You compensated the years of loneliness and celibacy with your childish laughs and smiles, besides your unique existence that was bringing me a smile every moment and every time whenever I think of you. Every time when I think of my creation, my one of a kind. My clever and beautiful girl, who is the reason why I was living without being upset. Nevertheless, some circumstances made me to end my life but just remember one thing. I will always watch you as an angel above you and much higher. In the golden and oceanic sky, smiling to you, waving at you and being encircled with my unconditional, paternal love. I'm going to be always your Guardian Angel, watching above you and protecting you from the evil of this cold, cruel world even the bullies. I can be a mortal but my paternal love is immortal for you.

At last but not least, do not forget to leave the apartment with Rosemary immediately after reading this, because the police are after me and it's going to be after you. Go far far away! Be strong and stand for yourself if somebody is insulting my ashes and my name even yours! Do not lose faith and do not wipe off the shining smile on your gorgeous face!

My three last words for you, dear Cindy are: I love you!

Your beloved father

"Cindy, Cindy, I warned you!" The young woman walked away from the children's room until she found out the little girl's ducked head, sobbing to herself as she allowed the crystal, salty tears roll down on her milky as snow, plump cheeks as her brittle heart sunk in the mist, profound oceans of the somber melancholy and ever-lasting gloominess. Bittersweet dew of moistness submerged her puffy eyelids, swallowing the gushing tears.

"Daddy is dead! I love him to death." She was clunging the note to her heart as if she was scooped in her father's loving embrace, relishing the absorbed mutual warmness smearing her epidermis and muscles."What made him to kill himself?" Even at such young, fragile age, the brunette comprehended what were the methods for suicide and homicide which were morbidly certain even for Rosemary.

"Shu, shu, shu, darling! It's a long story but when you grow up, you will better acknowledge it now, in fact, you're still so young and experience impossibly your father's loss." In the interim, the redhead crouched down, scooping Cindy in a warm, tight hug, in order to alleviate her as she wiped the tears. "Everything will be alright. We can run far away for example wherever the wind leads us." A rueful sarcasm emphasized the last two sentences.

The truth lastly was the babysitter didn't want to be specific about Timothy's committed suicide, however, she knew it right away even before his death. The monstrous investigation over the most notorious and horrid nuthouse and Lana's evaded questions earlier today were the essential motives of his death. Briefly, taking his life with his bare hands and a razor before the authorities questioned him even he is on a trial and being jailed for his crimes, and unanswered questions. Incarnation of the mental and physical weakness to cope with accepting the remorseless circumstances as a former Monsignor.

Nonetheless, Cindy and Rosemary are more than determined to flee not only the former holy man's apartment, but also New York and move somewhere else to live as the young lady raises on her own the young girl, taking with themselves every important and remarkable paraphernalia with one another. Incapable of allowing themselves to be part of the investigation and Rosemary being on a trial and testimony as a witness of Timothy. That was the sole alternative, guaranteeing their safety and peace. 

Author's Final Note: Whether if you have enjoyed or not exactly this one-shot, a quick question: Should I write a book about Cindy Martin Howard, describing not only her life as a child but also as a grown-up adult and how she survives without her parents? (I'm not 100% completely sure if she might reunite with Judy but with Timothy is impossible after 1971)