Notorious Priest Break

Monsignor Alexander Stanley McKenzie, known as Father McKenzie fled Briarcliff earlier this morning, just a day after Briarcliff Exposed the documentary reached millions of American televisions. Factly, Briarcliff Exposed jolted with millions of audience for the last 24 hours as the viewers themselves were not only revoltingly mortified by the shame of Boston, Massachusetts, but also they were indisputably incensed,due to the fact that the former administrator of the facility is responsible for hundreds of tortured souls, the horrid and ineligible conditions.

After he fled Briarcliff, he consulted with one of the eldest priests in Boston, Father Malachi, informing him about leaving his post as a head of the asylum, hence, not leaving the church as he keeps on with his clerical duties. The crucial reason why Father McKenzie left was not only because of the documentary's tremendously huge audience, moreover the priest will be investigated and questioned about his scandalous actions for the past four years as the police will be after him in no time.

Lana Winters

"Wooohoo!" Valerie shouted ecstatically shortly after reading the morning newspaper as she took a drag off her cigarette, thereafter sipping her hot coffee in the living room as the window was ajar opened, purifying its stew, stenching air of tobacco. "This bastard is going to be questioned by the police extremely soon, Frank!" She furthered as her heart raced once the young maid took her time to read the article.

The both adults seated next to one another on the leather sofa as they drank their morning coffees, although Frank wasn't smoking. He deliriously enjoyed his friend's company though his friendship with Jude and Timothy is prone to be slightly more potent than his with Valerie. Shona was still sleeping, relishing her Sunday's morning in the wee hours in the bed since it was a weekend.

"Yes especially by judging his criminal deeds and morals," Then he emitted a chuckle as Valerie joined him with her raspy one. Shortly after chuckling along, he sipped his hot caffeine beverage. "It's bloody obvious who's going to root behind prison bars."

"Exactly! Lana did a great job. I am so proud of her." The red-haired lady stated contently, taking a puff off her cigarette's length, a weak dim escaping her nostrils and mouth. Subsequently, she propped the chin up as her elbow was on the table, absently eyeing the former cop's azure blue eyes, radiating dew of happiness and warmness.

"Indeed! If it wasn't her, who would be that brave enough to expose Briarcliff's horrors," In the interim, the middle aged man's forehead creased as he arched eyebrows swiftly, imitating a clearing throat. "Father McKenzie's nonsense and pathetic woes?" Frank proceed with uttering, attempting to evade the smoke that diffused like a plaguing epidemy in the living room.

In the meantime, the young woman couldn't oppress a forthcoming an inward titter as she gritted her teeth through her titter and grin, closing her eyes as her stomach hurted due to Frank's incredible sense of humor.

"Frank, your sense of humor is incredible! Haven't they told you this?"

"I have being told." He answered with a smirk.

"Well, you are lucky! You are an awesome and loyal friend for whom I have been standing and have developed such friendship." Valerie got from the sofa as she strolled up to the gramophone, putting a disk of the Beatles, adjusting its needle in the gap of the grand disk.

The Beatles commenced singing in the background as Frank couldn't contain his grin as he was a keen fan of the British band just like Valerie. It wasn't for first time listening to the band's songs with one of his closest friends.

"Yes, I'm lonely. Want to die. Yes, I'm lonely." The song swam in the corners of the room as the early birds' chirping were no longer audible for the both adults' ears. Frank's sapphire eyes shifted between the gramophone and his friend.

"Mmm, the Beatles are classy!" Valerie shut her eyes, relishing its music's rhythm, standing before the gramophone.

"Of course, they are! I have always been their fan." Frank added simply as he sipped his warm coffee.

"Me too. For years, I am listening them with other singers and bands which bring me astronomical pleasure once I hear their voices." The lesbian chortled.

"Want to die. If I ain't dead already. Oh, girl, you know the reason why."

Then she turned to Frank as she returned, resitting on the sofa alongside him as she took a final drag off her cigarette, consequently stubbing it out in the ashtray.

***

"Father McKenzie fled earlier today Briarcliff, in result of the documentary Briarcliff Exposed and the jeopardies that await him to achieve his freedom in a matter of weeks and months. The police will question the former head of the notorious mental hospital these days though he has asked the counsil of the elder priest Father Malachi and the both priests united as they are more than willed to stand for their foes in the courtroom." One of the news' reporters declared laconically about Alexander.

Jude was folding on the sofa some clothes after the morning laundry as she seated, boosting her physical comfort, whilst Timothy was roaming around the house, searching for his car keys as he wanted to surprise Jude, celebrating along how Lana exposed the sinister dreads behind the nuthouse. The twins were playing outside as they ran after one another, their screams and joyous laughs boating in the yard like colliding sea waves in the rocks. Agnes was on the sofa with her mother as she played with her rag doll, babbling to her new addiction as the television was completely oblivious for the young girl in this moment.

"I hope the police's investigation over this hypocrite priest yields and gets what he's genuinely destined with." The former nun thought to herself as on one hand, she was content that Father McKenzie will being enquired by the authorities, while on other hand, she was livid by the way the juvenile priest exited the mental institution for criminally insane and turning Father Malachi against not only her and Lana, further, Timothy. Timothy as a former priest was actually well-thought-of by his tutor, the elder priest himself. Unless the manipulative man of the cloth played his cards right.

"Where are the car keys?" Timothy yelled irritated as he was currently in the kitchen, looking for them.

Seconds later, he re-entered the living room as Jude finished with folding the garments on the sofa's arm, whereas the television was still on.

"Sweetie, have you seen anywhere the car keys?" Timothy asked as he scuttled up to the couch within milliseconds.

Jude casted a simple eyeing at him as her lips twitched promptly:

"They should be somewhere there, honey!"

"Ah!" He sighed. "Where exactly somewhere there?" He emphasized the last two words.

"Probably one of the drawers. Go look!" Jude engrossed his false hopes as he rushed up to one of the cupboard's drawers, rummaging for the car keys.

"Thank you, Jude!"

She just merely smiled, shifting her gaze down at the youngest Howard as she beheld her daughter had put in her mouth the doll's arm.

"No, no, no, sweetheart!" Jude protested immediately as she dragged away the doll's arm from her mouth as the little girl grunted under her brittle breathing.

"Urrghh!"

"It's unhealthy to attempt eating your toys even swallow or chew them like an ordinary food."The middle aged mother held the rag doll in her hand as she handed it to Agnes, meantime her other hand managed to stroke her soft curly blond hair, tangling her fingers in the curl strands.

"It contains millions of microbes which aren't good for you." Jude proceed with cautioning her daughter as the little girl listened attentively, affirming her words. Her big hazel pools darted up to Jude's hazel ones as 4 pairs of hazel irises locked up in each other's gaze. A reassuring, serene smile curled up in the corner of the older female's lips. "Just imagine how they will affect your health. Of course, inauspicio-"

"Eventually I found them." Timothy gathered the keys as Jude released a sigh of relief from the top of her lungs.

"O-okay, Tim! Good for ya!"

***

Whilst Timothy was gone as he went to buy a surprise piano for Jude though her birthday was weeks away, the middle aged mother was with the children in the living room, reading them a fairy tale for kids as Agnes was sitting in her lap unlike Ellie and Tristan, who encompassed her by the both sides.

The afternoon hours were beyond peaceful and obliviously soothing. Chirping birds. Faint sun rays striking the windows, bathing the room in saturating sunlight. The mild wind blowing outside.

"And when the princess..." The phone rang as it snap her out of the reading process.

"Oh, pardon, sweethearts! It looks like somebody is ringing!" The blonde stroke each child's head and kissing their temples as she settled Agnes on the couch, joining her siblings' company as she hopped up swiftly in her slippers, careened up to the drawer as the retro phone didn't stop ringing, exasperating the children's ears though they refrained from rendering any noise.

Once Jude answered the phone, an unfathomable surprise:

"H-Hello?" Her echo sailed up through the earpiece.

"Hi Judy, do you remember me?" Timothy's older brother, John responded happily composed.

"Oh John!" Jude emitted restless guttural chuckle. "How to not forget you! You are my husband's brother." She guessed correctly as well, a smug grin waving up in the corner of her lips. Jude perfectly knew who it was.

In fact, John and Howards haven't called each other for a year since it has been a long time when they saw onr another together. It was just during Jude's first pregnancy.

"Indeed! I am. How are you?" John asked amiable.

"I am fine. How about you too?"

"More than well."

"It's apparent. How is Timothy and the children?"

"They are doing well. It will be mesmerizing if one day we are being gathered to unite altogether." The former nun replied as she grinned.

Whereas Jude was being busy on the phone, the twins spoke to their younger sister.

"That's right. Whenever you come here in England. I assure you." His decent British accent accented on his exclaimation. Then he couldn't contain a jubilant snigger as Jude joined him too.

"First of all, we aren't invited. Second, we don't like to intrude with Timothy at all." Jude protested stubbornly, rolling eyes.

"Oh, come on, Judy! Since you are with my brother, you are part of this big family, ya know!" John exclaimed amiably as he opted to persuadé the former nun to not being that self-conscious.

"I know for which I am very grateful. Nonetheless-" Timothy's older brother cut her off when she was in the middle of her speech.

"Don't, please! I know how stubborn you are, however," He paused as he heard Anna, Timothy's younger sister calling him. "feel welcome with my brother to come over there."

Afterwards the middle aged mother just released a persistent sigh. "Thank you for yar kindness and goodwill! I have thought of coming over there with the whole family in the upcoming spring."

"That's wonderful. You have made your mind earlier as I can see!"

"Exactly, John! Timothy even agreed with me."

"John!" Anna reluctantly shouted at her older sibling.

"Sorry, Judy! Anna is calling me urgently. Send greetings to my brother and your lovely family! Bye!"

Before Jude to return the greetings forward, the phone hanged as pipping sound jingled her ears.

It was a fact the Howards will pay a visit to London where's actually Timothy's household and spend a handful of days somewhere out of the USA. Not only they wanted to relax, moreover, they wanted to behold Jude's mother-in-law and the rest of the family in the other part of the world especially the former nun herself. 

***

It was two-thirty in the wee hours of the afternoon as hours after driving off to the local church where he spent his young adulthood years as a clerical face of the church, Father McKenzie noted there are posters everywhere on the Boston streets with his face including the article's name, written by the journalist Lana. To his horror, he found almost everywhere as he drove up to the church, the majority of the people with the newspaper and the revolting article in their hands as they threw at the notorious monsignor glaring, obnoxious glances. 

He didn't care whether they detested him or liked him. His morals, off-putting deeds and crimes rendered the others loathe him. 

He didn't even bother to buy the newspaper for himself, reading it cautiously as he was in his old dorm room as he remembered it ideally how it looked years ago before taking gravely the leader post of Briarcliff. Further, he overlooked the strangers' judgmental glares. 

As he took his time to read the newspaper article, published by one of his foes, he was beyond outraged as he rolled up its paper tubes, throwing them in the garbage can, refraining from uttering a word since Alexander embraced the fact, he's going to be not only being questioned by the police, but also the investigation would play a major role in the forthcoming days, weeks and months. 

Lastly, the notorious priest determined himself to continue with his prayers, in case, to omit about the newspaper that has been out in every corner of Boston, being read by every person. 

As soon as he knelt, bowing his head as he adjusted his hands in praying pose, clutching tight his eyelids, beginning to pray out as much as God hears his voice:

"O My God, I adore Thee and I love Thee with all my heart. I thank Thee for having created me, for having made me a and for having watched over me this day. Pardon me for the I have done this day; and if I have done any good, deign to accept it. Watch over me while I take my rest and deliver me from danger. May Thy be always with me. Amen!"

After the prayer, he slacked an inhale and went up to his small bed as he laid leisurely, catnapping as he preferred to take a brief break from the morning he had. 

***

"Hey, Ellie, Tris...Agnes, guess who's coming!" Jude evoked as she picked up Agnes in her arms as the twins were on the window ledge, gazing out the window as they beheld Timothy's car parking in the yard, hopefully he was back from buying the surprise gift not only for the family, moreover for his wife.

"Daddy!" The 3 infants squealed euphorically as one as Ellie giggled through her exclaimation. 

"That's right!" She peppered each child with kisses on the cheeks as she leant down, thereafter zinging out of the living room as she unlocked the front door whilst Timothy humped a giant box with piano and its part inside the box.

"Timothy!" Jude burst out blissfully shortly after she opened the front door, letting her husband to enter as he lifted down the box as he experienced an adversity with carrying it up to the hall.

"Daddy!" The children squawked gleefully as Jude walked up to Timothy as he was kicking off his shoes, whereas the twins got from the window ledge, duckwalking.

"Oh, sweethearts!" He rose as he threw his arms around Jude, engrossing a warmness in the mutual embrace as Agnes wrapped her tiny arms around her father's neck,  tugging him in the hug. 

After they broke off the hug, he kissed Agnes's forehead as his lips crashed on Jude's, deepening it as the former nun smiled in the kiss. Consequently, they took their time to admire one another's facial features as his hand moved up to her hair, stroking its softness.

When Ellie and Tristan approached as they didn't share almost an inch proximity, they hugged his calves as he shifted down his gaze to the twins, leaning down to embrace them in his secure, affectionate arms.

"My lovely twins!"

"Daddy!" The twin siblings couldn't contain their smug smiles on their faces as they were contagiously happy to see their father at home after a few hours of absence. 

Jude and Agnes looked down at the box as she smiled, thinking to herself:

"A piano? If that's the present for our family especially me, I don't have any words!"

"You have bought a piano? For us?" Jude questioned as she couldn't take her eyes off the box.

"Yes, my rare bird. It's not just for us. It's mostly for you too." Meanwhile Timothy broke off the hug as he rose, dangling an arm around her shoulder. "Do you like its concept of it?"

"Of course, I do! I haven't been expecting it so far." The blonde answered demurely.

"Oh, honey. Don't be too modest! You would love the piano idea." Timothy paused as he rubbed her upper back as the twins scrutinized the box, inspecting it with a simple stare whilst Agnes was uncertain what it was inside. She has never seen a piano ever in her life. "To play on it. To sing with your mesmerizing voice in the same time."

Afterward the middle aged woman couldn't oppress an imminent laughter as Timothy joined her as she rested her head on his shoulder, whilst Agnes was in her arms yet. 

"Aww, I love this idea, sweetie! It's tremendously marvelous." In the interim, she blushed, shutting her eyes as she relished it. "If I need to be sincere, I have never played piano. I don't even know how to play this kind of instrument."

"Don't be too self-conscious, my Jude! It's never too late to learn for yourself how to play it." The former priest added optimistically as Ellie and Tristan approached the box, hardly daring to touch it with a single touch. 

"I will. After you dismantle it." The blonde chuckled. "Just take your time, Tim! Likewise you have greetings with all our fellow angels from your brother John."

"Oh? Thank you. He called you today?"

"He did."

Thereafter they discussed the phone call between her and Timothy's slightly older brother. 

To be continued...