Orphan in Limbo

Presents

"How are you, my darling?" The blonde sat alongside her husband as soon as they seated inside the vehicle as Odette was in front of her parents by untying her scarf which she used as a pirce of an attire for disguise, concealing her face from the passing and roaming nuns circa the mental hospital where Odette no longer resides it.

In the meanwhile, the former holy man turned the cab's radio by turning down the volume by keeping it as low volume as possible, in fact, he and Jude were eager to listen to Odette's adventurous journey behind the dull, sinister walls of the notorious facility as his berry-coloured, damp lips were pursed as if a balloon was burst in the lucid sky. His long, adroit fingers worked on the cab's radio buttons by switching the radio stations until an eloquent, cheerful song came at last, floating inside the vehicle.

"I-I'm fine. I'm feeling better after this mess I've been through these days." The juvenile brunette rejoindered by stuttering each syllable as she was beyond elated of the freedom's notion. Out of the lunatics. Out of the heavy medicaments. Out of the leery nuns and Father McKenzie, himself.

"Just running scared each place we go so afraid that he might show! Just running scared what would I do if he came back and wanted you!" Roy Orbison's song played recently as it was sufficiently audible for the horde of adults as its guitar stings were fiddled and fiddled in the background, mingling with the vocalist's eloquent, spectacular voice.

"That's good, sweetheart! You will need an overwhelming bath and to eat something." Timothy evoked by stopping on a red light by turning to his daughter by extending his free mammoth, creamy hand by cupping her cheek as his thumb traced her well-defined cheekbone which she has inherited from her mother as his chocolate brown pools were fixed on her, replenished with ultimate warmness, paternal, almighty love he had for Odette. Her pale, porcelain, youthful complexion was as feeble as a moribund creature as if the slow, tight-lipped death and starvation were consuming her entire being as its darkness were overally lodged each muscle of hers. Timothy's heart broke when Odette didn't look herself at all. Her skin was as floppy as a disk even she was slender and the extra pounds were decreasing as her self-esteem diminished. "I hate it to see you so weak and vulnerable just like when we saw you with your mother for first time." All of a sudden the green light shone which as Timothy's heart raced by readjusting his position by darting his gaze on the motorway as his sole free hand was recently occupied with working the steering wheel. 

"I will eat and have a fresh bath. First of all, I need to know if you have reserved a hotel room for yourselves." Lisp danced on the young lady's dry tongue as she suddenly collapsed by reclining, whereas her frail eyelids were still opened like blinds as her unkempt, soiled in scum chestnut ringlet of tresses were ruffled on the passenger's leather backseat. 

"We did, of course! Since our arrival in Boston just because of you." The former sister of the church replied by turning to Odette as she extended her petite, amusingly warm hand, reaching for hers to take it into hers by squeezing it, in order to reassure her. A benevolent, affable smile curled up in the corner of her rosy-coloured lips. "After we get back at the hotel, you will take a bath and eat something really scrumptious to fill your lovely belly of yours where your new life is growing now."

"Just running scared feeling low yeah running scared you loved him so! Just running scared afraid to lose if he came back which one would you choose!"

"Why I didn't see Serena earlier today? I mean, her absence is pretty evident even in the corner of my eye."

"Aww, dear! Don't be so concerned for Serena your friend. She's in good hands. I don't want to ruin the surprise for you." In the meantime, the 3 adults couldn't repress giggles, tickling the corners of their mouth especially in the brunette and blonde's case.