A Friend in Need 3
"Jude, I shall go find Frank on this floor as you go upstairs, looking for him if I don't find him otherwise." Timothy turned to face her as their eyes met in the dim light lobby, confession as he gathered courage to tell her though his severe heartache, the abominable idea leaving his frantic, brittle wife facing the worst fears that she had just escaped and forgotten about them years ago.
Burning tears built in her eyes as she attempted to stay strong after hearing Timothy's words, dreading over her life and her beloved husband's one if either of them was in tremendous, impossible for getting away bind that would torment either of the partners for the rest of their days. Heart cracked pulsated as it increased drastically its stormy speed. She was feeling like a scared, wee stray cat, surrounded by the coldness, opaque where she would remain unnoticed, still neglected by anyone, exploring the huge world. It reminded her back in the days when she said good-bye to her nunnery as she became an inmate for a few weeks, betrayed by the most prominent person who took a large room in her heart. Until the love of her life actually rescued her, gave her a wonderful home and large yard with gorgeous, pungent flowery abundance of flowers that caught her eyes from every corner of her vision. And most of all, they have perfect, healthy and blissful three children who are so similar to their parents, sharing a lot in common physical traits, besides some personality traits.
"But...but..." She was unable to keep on with her sentence as Timothy interrupted her in hasty way, cupping her cheek in his hand as he took his time to admire her beauty, her eyes to imprint enough every track of her in his mind even if she doesn't returns anymore.
"I am so sorry, honey. Moreover, If you are endangered, scream and shout as loud as you can. I don't care if the inmates wake up or Father McKenzie finds you. All I want is to be aware of your condition even when I am not nearby, okay?" As Timothy stated all this with burdened heart, they hadn't much time to waste though they were pretty well awared of their another obstacle that they might face. Father McKenzie.
Jude just nod her head humbly as she wiped her dry tears from her tear stained face, craving for Timothy to feel his warmness, absorbing them altogether, in spite of it won't last for too long especially as they were under risk right away. He pressed his lips on hers like it was their last, fatal kiss, moments before to flee to the men's wing, surveying for Frank.
After they broke off the short but lovely, promising kiss, they embraced tightly as Jude sensed the warmness that they absorbed, sensing the safety, love that she was being ensured. Shortly after, they broke off the hug as they looked up in one another's eyes.
"I love you, sweetie." Jude whispered so softly as her whisper was only perceptible for his ears.
"I love you, rare bird. I promise I won't leave you for too long." He uttered sorrowly.
Then they went where they should as they seperated from one another as it was their tough challenge that they should embrace. Timothy ran to the men's wing whilst Jude, an aura of intension, oozing from her, climbed hesitantly each stair of the "Stairway to Heaven" as she didn't want to end falling and harm herself accidentally as she clutched tightly in her small hand the turned on flashlight that illuminated partly of her path.
***
A few hours after reading a bedtime fairy tale to the children and putting them to sleep at last, Valerie was radically desprate as her partner passed away these days even witnessing her burial, experiencing undeniably her loss.
As she sat by herself in the spacious, cosy, marvelous kitchen as she opened the window to weather the smell of cigarettes, she grabbed the lighter, liting a cigarette as she put it in her mouth, thereafter pulling off a puff from her cigarette, sitting on the dining table, watching off blankly the surroundings that encircled the mourning young woman.
She was beyond upset over her death as it left a trace like a scar in her heart and mind. Valerie opted to find some comfort by smoking when she was lonely, the children sleeping peacefully. It didn't heal her lethal scar at all. Her last hopes were her friends and family as she considered the people as her own family her father Maksim and mostly her daughter Shona.
***
It was rather almost sleepless night especially for Father McKanzie who was in his office, piles of deceased and missing patients' documents scattered on his desk. His fingerstips clicking nervously onto the desk as he turned to stare out through the window the dark, arcane night. He noted something in front of the destroyed fence. A car in excellent condition parked on the spot reluctantly.
He arched an eyebrow once he saw the parked car outside, smirking mischievously across his thin, trembling lips. He shook his head, muttering something to himself:
"No, no, no! Intruders like always wandering around here."
The young priest was not only indisputably vile and greedy, moreover he was a horrendous manipulator and sly. He knew right away the things weren't alright once he noted the car outside as he shouted his both special guards' names to come over his office.
"Carl! Graham!" The young priest shouted as loud as he could when he turned away to face the door.
"Yes, Father?" The both guards rushed immediately in his office as they bathed in sweat after securing hundreds of inmates daily including Frank himself.
"We have a problem." The smirk saturated as the lightness in the room rendered to look even eerier. "Intruders in our territory, as a result of parking their car in front of the fence." He stated haughtily as his eyes darkened.
"Oh. We will see who are those intruders, Father." Carl promised as he nod his head with his colleague, refraining from smiling as his constant grimaced face exposed his identity.
"It's not just to see them, Carl. Just go and find them!"
The both guards just nodded once again as they left mousily the young priest's office in search for the people who dared to sneak around in the middle of the night.
Jude was on the second floor after climbing the unstable stairs, hiding whenever she can as she saw two guards going in the another direction of the endless corridor, encouraging her to continue her journey though attentively, tiptoeing as much as possible. Once when she was all alone in the hall, no one by her side to protect her fragile identity or somebody to attack her, she had suspicions now. She prayed inwardly as her sack was on her shoulder.
She walked in the hall, hearing the wails of some awake, racked patients that rang in her ears like obnoxiously repulsive melody. Her ears would bleed after hearing such morbidly creepy, troublesome wails two-three years when she paid a visit to Mother Claudia. But she withdrawn from Briarcliff almost two years ago.
When she tiptoed through the dim light hall, she found eventually her old office with its flickering light, no door clinged to the doorframe as the door laid on the ground in the inner part of her old office. Her old office looked like almost nothing, however, left in ruins with scattered documents everywhere that sheeted every corner of the room but not the en-suite bedroom where Jude spent her lonely, cold nights without a male company as she used to be a nun, taking a solemn vow.
Once she moved in as she snuck in her old office, she gazed scrunitily around her surroundings, studying them enough to make sure if she was safe, in spite of she wasn't peculiarly safe at all. Especially on her own.
She was more than affrightened once this phenomenally horrid notion subdued her, playing its own cards right. Jude walked up to her old desk as she saw almost nothing but piles of documents, blanketing the ground and the desk even the chair. Then she moved on as she wanted to check in en-suite bedroom as for her own horror she found something more disturbing.
Leigh Emerson dressed as Santa Claus as he laid on her old bed, snooring like a rabid, tormented bear as it panicked the former nun herself. She placed a hand on her chest, uttering as she swore:
"Jesus Christ, no!" She uttered very softly as she didn't want to catch the murderer's attention as he wakes up.
To be continued...
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