"And we will run away from this shit hole!" Susan chanted as her love interest thrummed, forming a melodious symphony along with her fake singing voice as they scampered recklessly, restlessly after a quarter an hour escaping the gruesome, gradually demolishing mental hospital, opting to catch their breaths as their brittle lungs flared. "And we will see the sunshine, rising above us in the sky all over again." The both serial killers chanted altogether as their voices softly mingled. Beaming, victorious smiles honed up in the corner of their dry lips as the black-haired woman licked them greedily, gloriously.

"And we will feel the sunrays stroking our hands. Our flesh. The blood of our victims as well!" It was the younger man, who sung the sequel of their song, nibbling on the silken skin of his bottom lip as their hearts hammered heavily in their ribs, due to the continuous sprint as the winter wind fondled their bouncy rigid attires, following the wind's rhythm. 

"Who are going to be our victims?"

"Who stands on our way," Afterwards she swayed her hips as they halted, panting heavily as their heart beats accelerated, due to their incessant sprint without taking a break for a while. "And don't allow us to achieve felicity in the name of our freedom and love." At the moment, she threw her arms around him, whilst his strong, lean ones were dangled around her waist, pulling her towards him as he pursued her lips, locking up her hypnotizing stare.

"So now where we are going after that, my love?" He silenced her with a kiss just seconds after she mumbled softly past his ear as their chests were pressed together.

"Ya know, we will create our family. We will marry. We will have adorable kids." The juvenile couple giggled jubilantly as soon as they broke off the kiss, taking their time to admire each other's enchanting facial features. "With my beautiful future wife, Susan Manson! You are already spiritually married to me."  In the interim, she pecked a tender, feather kiss on his cheek as he traced with his long, adroit fingers the kissed spot. Megawatt, radiant grin hugged her lips. Her heart raced as sanguine pigments tinted her chubby cheeks. Additional smeltering heat creeping underneath the facial, milky flesh.

"You're my spiritual husband eventually! And can ya guess where we're going to live, shall ya?"

"Of course!" He said in jeering manner as they tittered along, winking gamely, seductively at her after fondling absently her lion mane of shaggy ebony tresses, playing with the softness of her mane, admiring each inch. "California!" Samuel played it silly.

"I'm all ears but that's the incorrect answer, fool!" Susan swatted his shoulder affably, lightly, licking her lips greedily. "It's going to be Connecticut. Far away from the asshat, who forced us to decorate the Christmas tree!"

"I think the security guards have so much decorating this tree especially with his body replacing the Christmas star." The both young adults couldn't suppress snickers, quivering their oral caverns.

"Oh my! My favorite fool, my belly hurts of such a goddamn good laughter."

"A fool in love with you!"

--- *** ---

--- A Few Hours Later ---

A handful of hours have elapsed without a further retrospection.

Shortly after the occured ordeal with Leigh and Leah, who broke the attic's window relentlessly as pile of splintered glasses laid on the attic's carpeted flooring as a piece of evidence of their incursion, the both psychopaths were arrested as Kit helped, in order to clean the scrapped glasses in the attic within a couple of minutes only. 

The arrest of the murderous Santa Claus and the juvenile Irish singer was for a handful of days, staying in custody, in case, to question them over their attempted murder over the middle-aged woman, who's mother of 3 children, reckoning twins and a grown-up daughter, besides for the injury they caused such as the bruises and mauve tints, tattooed on her body due to their violent behaviour. 

Thereafter the former woman of the cloth preferred to catnap in her bedroom, recovering from the bruises as she spends more time with the twins, encircling her as they laid on the king-sized bed in her bedroom. 

At the moment, Kit was fixing the attic's glass as he used a ladder since the attic's window was high, whereas Odette was spending some time with her little sweet ray of sunshine in her bedroom which she shared it with Kit since the day of the proposal. 

The blonde's quilt blanketed her body as she seated, stroking the twins' heads as they laid securely, peacefully in her protective, doting arms. 

"Mommy is going to be alright, my lovely angels! She just had an accident with 2 intruders." She mumbled softly with her firm Bostonian accent, accentuated on the syllables, peppering their cheeks with affectionate, feather kisses as her soft lips greazed their soft as cream, milky cheeks. 

Meanwhile, the mixture of hazel and chocolate brown orbs were transfixed on their creator, fueled with unconditional love, sheer innocence and warmness. Megawatt, blissful smiles cradled her naturally rosy-coloured, soft lips as their childish, admiring their mother's inescapable grace, capturing their gapes. 

Suddenly a few light door taps snapped the middle-aged mother out of her train of thoughts, answering right away:

"Yes? Come in!"

In the meantime, the brunette opened the squeaky bedroom door as her daughter was nestled in her mother's crook of her neck, inhaling inwardly the jasmine cologne, emanating from her lion mane of silky chestnut tresses. 

"Hi mom and sweethearts!" Odette exclaimed, shutting the door behind her, earning promptly the gazes of the twins and Judy.

"Hi darling! How are ya with my granddaughter?"

"We're fine. I just wanted to pay a visit to ya as we're deeply concerned for you and your safety as well." The young, aspiring singer replied as her upper lip curled, sitting on the edge of the king-sized bed.

"Aww, that so sweet of ya, honey! Is it true yar sweet ray of sunshine is concerned for me either?" In the interim, the young woman extended her hand to take her mother's smooth, petite hand into hers, squeezing it as the thumb kneads the back of her hand. Hazelish-brown pools met another pair of hazelish-brown, locking up their gazes.

"Of course! Since she's part of our family and she was in my womb, Cher loves you too with her whole heart." In this moment, the love child glanced at her daughter, lowering her gaze for a split second, absently raking the sparse light chestnut hair through her long, slim fingers, admiring its softness. "And she loves Jack and Lucas too!"

"It's pretty evident as much as their sheer love for her. Do you want anything to eat or drink?"

"No, no, thank you, sweetie! That's so kindhearted of ya!" The former holy woman stubbornly responded as her lip curled, whereas Odette exhaled sharply. 

"Even ya don't want a cup of tea?" The brunette suggested, chuckling sarcastically, hoarsely.

"No, thank you, again! I'm fine without food and drinks for now. I just need some rest and to recover from these vicious bruises."

"Oh, for sure! Ya deserve some rest, mom! Stay strong!" She squeezed even tighter the older lady's hand, embolding her to keep on with the healing and without losing any strength and faith. All of a sudden, translucent dew pooled the brunette's fragile eyelids, verging tears to spring up into her irises and gush down her vanilla cheeks, sniffling quietly, desperately for beholding her mother in such vulnerable, exceedingly feckless condition as if a malicious monster did all this to her, besides she acknowledged right away what her mother despises more then anything. The potent loath of being pitied and regarded as a victim. 

"Anything wrong, Oddie?"

A split second of arching silence between the both ladies, subsequently, Odette's sniffle escalated licked bitterly the tumbling tears, drenching her cheeks as she ducked her head.

"I'm indeed sorry for not accompanying you upstairs when ya needed somebody to protect you the most. And now look at yarself after the shit happened." 

"At least, there was somebody who was looking after the kids during my absence. Ya needed to look after them as this task of mine wasn't for women at all. It was rather for those men, who were cleaning the snow outside and chattering gammons." Judy heaved a jaded sigh from the top of her brittle lungs as the sigh flared them. Meantime, she rocked the infants, scooped in her embrace. 

"That's not an excuse why you're so vulnerable now. That was attempted assault over you." The singer retaliated, reluctantly chewing her bottom lip.

"Even if it was attempted assault of these intruders, at least, they will be imprisoned for ages." Thereafter the blonde grunted a whimper, lingering on her tongue, clutching tightly shut her eyelids for a split second until the agonizing pain of the bruises and pink tints vanished in the thin air. 

All of a sudden, the bedroom's door opened as Timothy held a platter with a cup of hot black tea and a dry cloth as he immediately shut the door behind him.

"Is everything fine?" He enquired anxiously, throughout setting the tray on the right nightstand as Jude continously, headstrongly maneuvered with a forefinger she doesn't want anything to drink or eat at the moment. 

"Not at all since mom rejects to eat or drink something, in addition to recover quicker."

"Well, Oddie, give her some time alone as I need to check on her bruises. I don't want to be rude, okay?" In the meantime, the young woman bobbed her head, affirming her father's words as she released her mother's hand from her grasp, clasping it around the little girl's wee body. "Good! I promise it won't take a long."

"I was here for awhile to make sure she's alright." Meanwhile, Odette got from the bed, swinging Charlotte. 

"I know which is good. I'll take care of your mother." At the moment, the young lady fled the room within seconds without turning back as she docilely, wisely followed her father's advice. "Rare bird, drink some tea! You haven't eaten and drank for hours. What shall I do with you?"

"I prefer to stay in the bed for the entire day without getting from it."

"Even when you should pee?" The former Monsignor said in jeering manner, wryly tittering as the titter tickled the corners of his mouth, earning promptly his wife's grotesque, toxic glare, imprinted on her facial features, highlighting darker nuances of her current mood due to his slight, petty joke which she found it for vaguely offensive and incongruous.

"Tim, it's not funny at all! Of course, I'll go to clean myself when it's necessary the most." All of a sudden, the former holy woman snapped at the younger man as hints of vexation, vomited in her voice as she had ultimately control over the decibels, squinting her unamused, darkened eyes as if Timothy spoke in face to God, earning his judgmental, vicious glares with its darkened pools, meeting his warm, benevolent chocolate brown. 

"Just take one sip from the tea before inspecting the bruises on your body." He advised her as she took the mug with the hot beverage, subsequently sipping from it as she left aloof in the platter the mug, feeling her body organs resurrected from the barrens. She obediently did what he told her otherwise. "Good! May I take a look at your body as you put the twins down to sleep for awhile?"

Without bickers and further answer, she got from the bed by strolling up to the cribs to lay down Jack and Lucas to kip for a few hours before another cry zinged their lips, she planted tender, soft kisses on their foreheads just seconds before walking away from the cots and approaching Timothy as she wore nothing else than her pair of lacy, comfortable black panties and an old, oversized shirt of her husband as a comfy pyjama for the nap. 

"Can you hold on for a second as I should drench the cloth with cold water so that to dab it on the bruises?" 

"Alright, darling!" The native Bostonian replied plainly, stoicly as Timothy grabbed the dry cloth, throughout entering in the en-suite bathroom by twisting the sink's faucet, macerating it within a quarter a minute until the cloth was soaked and twisting the faucet as the jet water no longer pooled the marble sink. 

As soon as he stormed off the bathroom, closing the door, he ushered his wife to lift off the hem of the convenient, ordinary shirt as his chocolate brown eyes were met with the stark, nonetheless covered in bruises and mauve tints her torso, arms and her lower body. His look scanned from head to toes each inch of her milky as snow, sensitive skin. Immense disgust and desperation glinted his irises once he fully scanned her petite figure, dabbing every bruise and mauve tinting spots with the lukewarm cloth as muffled, sensual moans and groans escaped her lips, cletching firmly her eyelids, relishing the coolness of the cloth when it contacted the sore parts of her body, healing them. The cold climate even hardened her mauve, tiny nipples of her round, full breasts which were scarcely limp for her middle-aged stage of her life. 

"Chin up, rare bird! Just a bit more before you can go back into your bed." When the cloth daubed gingerly her bruised parts of her porcelain, angelic complexion, thus he pressed softly his lips on hers, sealing them with a soft, romantic kiss, in order to subdue the ginormous pain, infecting each body muscle of hers especially which hurt the most at the moment. "Woah! Sweet Jesus! These bruises are enough vicious to disgust me to bones."

What the former promiscuous nightclub singer longed for more than anything was to lay in her bed by being encompassed by nobody else than her husband and children's company, allowing her body muscles relax. Further, she abstained from whimpering and bewailing in pain as she kept her tongue behind her teeth. 

When the British aristocrat finished with dabbing the most painful parts of Jude's body, consequently, he pecked tender, feather kisses on the most sensitive parts, encouraging them to fade away as muffled, sultry moans lingered on her tongue, shutting her eyes for a couple of seconds. Relishing the moment of the soft, soothing kisses contacting the least welcoming inches of her creamy, deliriously pale as ghost flesh. 

To be continued...