"I finally understand what are you even talking about, Frank!" The young singer exclaimed plainly as soon as they headed up to the women's wing by pacing up in the long, abysmal hallway as a reassured smile blossomed on her berry-coloured, soft lips. 

"Yeah, definitely, Odette! I remember perfectly after yar birth when I visited yar mother's office, how ya were clunged to her, rocking you in her loving, maternal arms. Even your father was there or you were actually in his office, when Judy was busy." The former cop took a deep breath as the brunette cleared her throat as its acute stench in the women's wing was a common phenomenon especially for the orderlies, security guards, nuns and inmates, regardless how much they fought with evading its discomforting smell, clogging their noses with a handful of fingers. Meantime as the middle-aged man's monologue proceed, the orphan couldn't be more content even smug when he was telling her all this which was peculiarly the truth itself. "Whenever she had a free time, she spent it with you and Timothy only. She was very doted on you just like yar father." As soon as they stepped beside the young singer's ward, he unlocked it with his old, rusty key as the door flung opened in a matter of seconds after the first click, consequently permitting the both adults enter in the compact, mere ward. 

"So you want to tell me they loved me even if I'm not with them as family?" The love child stammered, finding herself in such situation where the explainations were the escape to her vexed, sophisticated question, figuring out the answers she's looking for. In the meantime, the security guard arched an eyebrow as Odette seated on the edge of her ragged, shabby, filthy bed by laying herself down to catnap for a while, whereas Frank approached her by standing by her left side as a benevolent, beaming smile distorted across his dry lips.

"Of course, they have always loved you since you appeared in this cold, coarse world!" He replied enthusiastically, emphatically as he held in one of his mammoth, veiny hands his old, rusty keys for the other wards and rooms of the nuthouse. "Never forget that, Odette! You are as special as them." 

***

Flashback

26th of March, 1943

A day after Odette's birth, the young nun laid in her after the weary, nonetheless satisfying giving a life to the new life, embracing it as her and Timothy's child, she was resting in her compact bed where she shared her cold, desolating nights as its lurking darkness of her sinful past encircled her like ghosts of the past, roaming around her en-suite bedroom.

Heavy rain weeped outside as dozens of crystal, rain drops streamed down, sheeting the ground by soaking everything below.

Miraculously, the days were rainy and cloudy, besides solid, dingy clouds swam in the grayish, mist sky. The nature flourished once the winter died as the spring dawned on the horizon.

Furthermore, the sister of the church wore her cotton white nightgown with long sleeves, ankle length. Whereas she didn't wear her dark wool wimple that covered her ringlet of honey old Hollywood curls, cascading down her shoulders, in fact, she was exceedingly fatigued from the birth and the habit and the wimple altogether pressured her even more after the labouring.

Little did she know what an elating miracle was for her, tantalizing the young mother.

The blonde has already breastfed her little sweet ray of sunshine as her daughter laid peacefully in her secure, loving arms, collecting the necessary nutrients for her growth. In the interim, Jude sung a lullaby to the infant with her eloquent, honeyed voice as her eyelids partly blinked as if butterfly's polychromatic, dazzling wings unfold, incessantly flipping with her long, thick eyelashes. 

Whenever Timothy had a leisure time, he snuck out of Briarcliff by heading to one of the local stores to buy diapers, baby garments for their baby girl, besides bottles and afterwards delivering them to his lover without the asylum's staff acknowledge. 

When the juvenile blonde heard a couple of door raps on her office's door, interrupting her nap, she cried out loud:

"Yes? Come in!"

In this moment, the former cop opened the door by shutting it immediately, setting a foot in his boss's office, strolling up to the bedroom which was linked with the office. Once he stood on the doorway, propping his shoulder on the right side, he couldn't help but brightly smile at the young mother with Odette. 

He inwardly inhaled as its baby aroma reached his sensitive, flexible nostrils in no time, taunting him. The nun darted her honey brown eyes which radiated sheer felicity and serenity up to the security guard, offering him a sympathetic smile, dancing across her plumpish, rosy-coloured lips. Their eyes met, locking up his gaze. 

"Hi Jude!" He ambled up to his boss without taking his glistening sapphire blue eyes from her. "Hi Odette!" One of his colossal, smooth hands lowered down to the young girl's creamy as silk head with its sparse chestnut hair, caressing it as if he was a parent, fondling his newborn child's head and mossy, soft as velvet skin. He shifted his azure blue eyes down to the peacefully sleeping, drowning in its deep slumber infant. 

"You seem tired eventually." The young woman emphasized tired by exhaling sharply, stroking her daughter's head, planting a kiss on the top of her head. 

"For sure! And that's why I wanted to take a short break by coming here and see ya with yar little ray of sunshine." The young man exhaled abruptly by wiping his creased, clammy forehead by taking off his hat, rubbing his head by sitting on the edge of the young lady's bed as he grasped his hat. "How is the feeling of having a child especially a little girl?"  He carried on by posing the question in sanguine manner.

"It's wonderful. I've always desired to have a child of mine especially with the man I've always loved more than anything." She answered softly, smiling merrily. The former promiscious nightclub singer couldn't be more proud even smug for accomplishing one of the things she has always hankered for, regardless the prejudical, illusive thoughts with which she lived for a couple of years, considering herself infertile and barren. 

The truth was Frank had also his own children, despite they were mildly older than Odette Beatrix and they're already attending regularly kindergarten for a few years. First and foremost, the security guard was married for a French woman after he graduated high school by holding a private, nevertheless mesmerizing and entertaining wedding with his inner circle friends and family only. Afterwards, they had a marvelous, satisfying honeymoon in Paris, Toulouse and a couple of other small French cities where his adventorous spirit engrossed him with its magnificent, extraordinary sights which he has never seen ever in his life. After their amorous honeymoon, they lastly had adorable twins who are 2 girls as the first one eerily resembled her mother unlike the second one who alooked like her father.

"You're such a lucky woman, Jude! I couldn't be more satisfied that you're having your own mini you, made from flesh and blood."

"Odette is more Timothy's girl. I mean just look at this sweetheart."

When Jude maneuvered him to glimpse at her love child, he figured out she was actually right. Odette Beatrix gravely resembled the Monsignor though she shared some traits in common with the juvenile, aspiring and jaded sister of the church.

"She really looks like her fathah!" The former cop confessed as he gasped absently, scrutinizing the infant as he couldn't be more elated. "Oh God!" He murmured in velvety voice. Fortunately, the blonde didn't hear his murmur which was only audible for him unlike his surroundings.

"I told ya, Frank! She's mini Timothy though the nose and the ears are exactly mine."

***

A couple of hours later

While Jude's schedule was hectic, incapable of affording some extra rest after labouring, this time Timothy was the one whose tasks diminished unlike hers. Odette was actually in her father's office, who held her, swinging her in his strong, doting arms by spending his leisure time with her.

The files of patients and other staff members were sorted in alphabet order, sitting motionlessly on his hardwood, exquisitely lacquered though scarcely adorned bureau.

It was still raining outside, bearing a resemblance to weeping. Limpid, swarm of rain drops tumbled down and splashing the closed windows of the old, straitlaced façade. The hours flew as quickly as an arrow, marking its bullseye.

When his daughter was in his arms, nestling in the crook of his neck, he couldn't repress the serene, enticing atmosphere that encircled him. His paternal instincts instantly unlocked as its key to them was readily his love child once she emerged in this world, firstly embraced by her unwed, nonetheless pious parents with the security guard's help.

Odette always had a soother in her mouth, factly, she was a raucous baby, who blubbers uncontrollably, devastatingly as her parents were greatly endangered not only their reputation significantly to plummet and losing its glint in the face of the society how they viewed them as revered Monsignor and Sister, further, thet were menaced to lose their own ecclesiastical titles which they wore for a handful of years and worked hard to pursue their divine, golden Vatican dream as the woman of the cloth helped so much her boss drastically to progress with his achievements.

Whenever she wants to cry or express any kind of an emotion, the soother abstained her.

"Look at you, my little beautiful angel!" The juvenile, persistent holy man whispered in honeyed voice by stroking delicately the silken skin of her head, running softly his long, fine fingers through her sparse dark hair. His chocolate brown orbs radiated his doubtless pure adoration, warmness and peculiar serenity. He has never been at peace with himself, besides when he gave his virtue to the love of his life by releasing some pressure and ounce and categorically breaking his own vows, earning judgmental, fierce God's glares, observing the both devotional members of the church's sexual acts and expressions of their endless passion and lust, emanating from their manners and unavoidable actions. He and the love of his life considered Odette Beatrix as a God blessing, gracing them with their own child, disregarding the fact that she's a bastard child of unwed parents.

All of a sudden, the young man was snapped out of his daughter's alleviating sight when a few door taps whacked on the door.

"Yes?" The young man averted his eyes from the asleep infant ny shushing to it by encouraging her to further with thebslumbering process.

"Hello Timothy!" The former cop entered in the priest's office by closing the door behind him in a prompt motion. "What a wonderful day!"

"Isn't it, Frank?"

"Definitely! I'm so sorry if I'm actually bothering both of you," The security guard stammered as a coy, modest smile flashed on his fresh, handsome face, locking up his stare. The motive why he couldn't suppress the escalating, crawling smile on his complexion was actually beholding clerical members of the clergy having their own child for first time. It molted even more his heart when it was came up to his friends, who were not only secretly lovers and having a romantic, ardent affair behind the dull, somber walls of the mental hospital, but also having a baby. "Nevertheless, I hope I'm not an intruder. I can't help but being doted on Odette."

"You mustn't excuse yourself at all, Frank! You aren't particularly compulsive. You are always welcome to pay a visit here."

"Ah, alright!"  The slightly older man sighed a sigh of relief as he was beyond relieved he can visit anytime Timothy's office. "How is this little ray of sunshine? Is she still sleeping?"

"Ah, she's sleeping yet this little precious of mine!" The priest responded in mellow, jubilant voice. "She needs extra rest to collect the nutrients. Jude breastfed her shortly before handing Odette to me."

"Exactly! I presuppose she will get bigger and more beautiful in the upcoming weeks."

"Indeed! She's going to be unbelievably beautiful like us." 

***

"Oh wow! Why I've the tremendous feeling of being told fairy tales?" The brunette enquired in overwhelmed manner as one of her arms was under her head.

"Because it's about the story of yar life, Odette! Since you insist to rest, relax and whenever you want to leave yar cell, just tap on the iron, rusty door whether earning my or somebody else's attention to unlock it." Frank got from the patient's bed by heading up to the ward's door and taking a deep breath.

"I understand. I would like to thank you for sharing the story about my parents and how they gave a birth to me. I truly appreciate it." The young woman expressed her genuine, cordial gratitude, due to the fact, her parents' old friend shared with her a handful of abysmal secrets which she has never heard of ever in her life. Even more being told about early childhood memories, playing major role in their memories as they were in the oblivion for Odette.

"Ya don't need to thank me, ma'am! It's high time to relax." In the interval, the middle-aged man slammed the iron door of the plain, nonetheless bleak cell by locking its door in a swift motion. 

***

As Timothy was driving yet, having Jude by his side, they finally arrived to their destination. Briarcliff. 

Once he parked the vehicle past the grand tree with its grandiose crown, blooming of life as its car engine stopped, they unbuckled their belts as Jude's hand shifted it up to his thigh, kneading it. She earned his peculiar gape as she straddled him in no time by sitting on his lap as their faces were scarcely sharing inches proximity. In the meanwhile, the former nun pressed her lips on his soft, luscious, cupping his face in the palms of her both creamy as cream hands, while his both strong, muscular arms were snaked around her waist, pulling her towards him. 

Their hearts pulsated vigorously, unremittingly in their ribs as the former devotional members of the church shut their eyelids, relishing its romantic, sultry moment they shared. In this moment, the older woman's fingers kneaded delicately her husband's well-defined cheekbones as muffled groans and moans escaped the top of their frail lungs. As their kisses grew ferocious and sweet, the game of their wet tongues dancing against one another started, as a result of the blonde's tongue winning its domination, plugging it inside the former man of the cloth's mouth, deepening the kiss into a French one as one of her hands lowered to his bulge, rubbing it through his slacks as he couldn't suppress soft moans as he slithered his lips, making its own way from her lips, gliding slowly through her jawline until they peaked on the silken skin of her neck, commencing to assault it with feather and light kisses in the beginning until they advanced, subliming up to aggressive as he used his teeth to nibble her sensitive skin of her fleshy neck. She used this moment to crane her neck, giving him a better access for his assault. 

What it was oblivious for the married couple was actually their surroundings! They were like godforsaken ghosts in the limbo. They absentmindedly, bluntly experienced their sensual moment without caring whether if they were spotted in the car, almost making love to each other or otherwise not. Fortunately, nobody noticed them as lack of population was crowding the old asylum's ginormous yard.

"I can make you feel real good, sweet boy! I promise ya!" The former sister of the Roman Catholic church whispered sensually as her dexterous fingers reached for his pants' zipper as she was about to unzip it.

"Yeah, my rara avis! But don't forget we have to rescue somebody special from this snake pit." Suddenly he opened his eyelids, followed by hers which somewhat disappointed his wife for cutting off their sexy act. 

"Oh! Yep! Our daughter." She opened the car's door as Timothy got from the car by lifting her up in a bridal lift by locking his cab at last, stomping the grassy ground as soon as they approached the monumental façade mental hospital for criminally insane. "We really need to get her out of this hell hole." She whispered in low voice as the slightly younger man towered the stone stairs of the building, stepping on the threshold by dropping his wife on the ground as she stepped properly. Unless security guards blocked the doorway, incapable of entering directly.

"Hello! What brings you here, Mrs. and Mr.?" The first security guard posed the question gravely, jadedly as a frown cracked on his mildly wrinkled face, glaring the couple, due to the fact they enter in a property, owned by the church. 

"We're here for one patient. Could you please let us to enter?" Timothy replied seriously, calmly as he dangled an arm around Jude's shoulder as their eyes were darted to the security guards' faces. 

"Alright! You can enter, of course!" The second security guard permitted the couple to enter inside the morbid asylum without resuming with its more detailed questions, prying in their personal space at all.

When they entered inside Briarcliff as they stepped, the stench of urine, pugnent medicine and poor hygiene quickly taunted their nostrils, verging to nauseate and vomit though they were inwardly stoic. Their orbs widened in the sight of seeing lunatics being dragged by orderlies, wandering security guards a decade and a couple years after fleeing this institution and resigning from the church. 

"I didn't remember Briarcliff like," The blonde was in her mid-sentence until her old friend who roamed around Briarcliff, cut her off by astounding the couple with his spontaneous presence by offering them a sympathetic smile, curled up in the corner of his lips as they verged to have a heart attack. "Oh, Frank! Ya scared me."

"I didn't mean to, Judy and Timothy!" The former cop apologized by removing his hat, bowing in front of his old friends as he put it on his head afterwards. "It has been a long time since we have seen each other."

"Indeed, Frank! It's a pleasure to reunite together as friends years later." The blonde admitted by throwing her arms around him in a quick, warm embrace as he wrapped his arms around her upper back. Thereafter they broke off the embrace. 

"How are the things in Briarcliff?" Timothy questioned with immense curiosity, vomitted in his voice as an optimistic, serene smile thrived on his fresh, young-looking yet face.

"Don't ask me, Tim! It's getting worse with each year since this butthole Father McKenzie took the asylum in his own hands." 

"Oh!" Jude and Timothy cried in unison. "Could you please let us to see our daughter, if you don't mind?"

"Of course! Come with me." Frank gestured them to escort him up to the women's wing as their journey through the long, dim lit hallway of the nuthouse weren't as fatiguing as the driving process for a few hours.

As soon as the 3 adults paced up in the women's wing corridor, Frank was the sole in their horde who knew where's exactly located Odette's cell until they stopped in front of the old, corroded door, leading to the young singer's ward as he took one of the rusty keys from the pair of keys, unlocking it precisely as the couple's agitation escalated, expecting them to have a heart attack. 

"Are you nervous, honey?" Timothy smelled from distance his wife's uneasiness which overtook her in a matter of seconds as it aggravated her, in fact, they are going to see the deplorable scene of their love child.

"I'm actually." The mildly older woman confessed frankly, slightly lowering her head as the former holy man rubbed her shoulder, opting to alleviate her.

"Don't worry! It's okay. It's just our daughter only."

Once the security guard unlocked the ward's door, the young brunette sat on her bed as its stained, filthy white blanket covered her fragile skeleton by fixing her hazel eyes on the 3 adults, pursing her lips in unsettled way.

"Odette, you have visitors!" Frank announced emphatically.

To be continued...