Asylum

Chapter 9

Boston, 1956

Clarissa Fitzgerald was preparing dinner for her husband after his long shift at the local hospital. The 21 year old brunette was over the moon and had a special treat for her adoring husband. The door opened and her green eyes widened in happiness while she fixed her hair. "Oliver!" She called for her husband in a soft but excited tone.

The young and attractive doctor put his things on the beige couch and stretched his arms to embrace his lovely wife. "You seem to be in a good mood." He remarked before brushing his lips softly against hers.

The brunette smiled and grabbed his coat and hat to hang them beside the front door. "I cooked you a very special meal." She informed him. "But first, let me fix you a drink." She walked behind the small bar they had in the living room and prepared his regular drink. A vintage scotch with one cube of ice. "How was your day?" She handed her husband the glass.

"It was the worst!" He took a sip of the drink his wife so thoughtfully fixed. "You know the best part of my day is coming home to you." The doctor smiled and pulled her into his lap.

Clarissa laughed and gently kissed his cheek. "Fitz, we shouldn't behave like this."

Oliver set he glass on the coffee table and held the young woman tight. "Like what? A couple in love should express their true feelings." He stood up, holding Clarissa bridal style. "I love you and I ain't scared to shout it out loud!"

The young woman giggled and then she heard the timer go off. "Dinner's ready!" She announced.

"Great!" The man exclaimed. "Because I am starving." He carefully put his wife down and headed towards the table to sit down.

Both of them were in the middle of their meal when Clarissa stared at her husband with a huge smile plastered all over her face. "You are a vision to my sore eyes." She admitted without even realizing it.

Oliver put a hand over hers and carefully examined her face. "What has gotten into you, woman?" He asked with a light tone.

Clarissa cleared her throat and stood up, gently rubbing her stomach. "We are having a child." She said softly.

"A child?" The young man jumped off his chair with a confused expression. "You are giving me a son?" His eyes were now glossy from emotion as he placed his hand on her stomach.

The young brunette nodded. "Or a daughter."

Oliver Fitzgerald grabbed his wife and twirled her around in utter happiness. "When I think I can't be even more in love with you, you surprise me." Both of them giggled. "I'm having a child with the woman I love!" He shouted.

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Boston, 1963

Oliver Fitzgerald entered the room he thought he would never set foot. It was the common area for all the prisoners at the female county jail. He sighed while looking around the room, until his eyes landed on the familiar brunette. The doctor made his way to the chair his wife was sitting, humming a very familiar song.

"You are my sunshine, my only sunshine/ You make me happy when skies are gray/ You'll never know dear, how much I love you/ Please don't take my sunshine away." Clarissa sang before feeling a gentle touch on her shoulder. "Oliver..." Her bright green eyes started to water as soon as she saw her husband. She jumped into his arms and smiled. "Why are you here?"

He took in her comforting vanilla scent and hugged her as if it was the last time before pulling away. "I heard you are being transfered to Wakefield Asylum so I decided to follow you." His expression turned into a stern one. "What happened that morning?"

Clarissa bit her bottom lip and wiped a tear from her right eye. "Our little Margaret was gone!" She looked into her husband's eyes. "The Devil possessed our child so I had to do it. What kind of mother would I be if I let that monster use my baby girl as a vessel for evil?" She grabbed both his arms. "Maggie was far too innocent for that. I'm a good mother!"

Oliver held his wife tight. "You are a very good mother." He whispered before cupping her cheeks that were wet from all the tears. "I already took care of all the papers and I was able to get a job at the asylum but I changed your last name so I can take care of you." He smiled softly at the love of his life. "Your last name is once again Clementine." He held her hand gently. "I promise that I will not let anything bad happen to you. I love you."

"I love you too." Clarissa kissed Oliver's cheek and they embraced each other for the last time before arriving at Wakefield Asylum. Little did they know what fate had in store of the two tragic lovers.