Disclaimer : No matter what I'd do, this wonderful serie that is CSI Miami will never be mine.
A/N : First attempt at a fanfic in the CSI Miami world so, please be gentle with me. I've updated this first chapter at the same time as I published the second (just a correction in the first paragraph, you're not obliged to reread the whole text).
Warnings : None yet but rating may increase a bit for next chapters. Spoilers for season 7 maybe.
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Whatever the reason why Kyle had been obliged to move in to his father's house, it was clear that it absolutely didn't please him. But that wouldn't change the fact that it was his doing. Kyle had appeared at Horatio's front door one rainy evening, claiming that he didn't want to stay with his mother anymore and his father had let him in without any further inquiries. And that was precisely what pissed Kyle off. That was the reason why he was gathering his things, tossing them in his old bag in total disorder. He just couldn't bear with his father's silence anymore.
I can't believe he didn't even ask a single question. He didn't even try to know what happened. I'm pretty sure I'm just a fucking burden for him. The angel of justice, my ass ! He doesn't even care about his own son. Nearly a month I'm here and the only conversations we had are on weather or school. When we have them… Doesn't even try to know if I'm okay or if I want to go and see Mom. I'd better have a robot for a father. Surely it'll be more expressive. Anyway, I'm not gonna live this again…
He had planned it long ago, even before he had knocked at his father's door that fateful evening. At that time, he knew things were likely to turn out like this and had been waiting for the final blow. Now was the right time, his father had gone to work earlier that day and couldn't be here to see Kyle leaving for school. In fact, Kyle had already decided to skip school. He was fed up with it, fed up with everything : people that tried to give him stupid advice, fake parents, real ones that couldn't care less. Kyle decided it was time to put a stop to the whole play. He was going to find his own way, without anybody trying to interfere. Kyle took the mobile phone on the bedside table, looked at it for a few seconds, then threw it on the bed. That man being a cop, surely he would be able to trace him, though Kyle doubted that.
He'll be only too happy to have gotten rid of me without having to tell me anything. But I'd better be careful.
Kyle took his bag and headed towards the entry. Looking at the keys, he pondered for a moment at what he would do with them, hesitating between leaving the door open, throwing the keys in the garden or keeping them. He eventually decided to lock the door and keep the keys, in case he would need money later. He had not found any of course, but he probably would be able to trade some of the valuables. Kyle laughed at his own stupidity and threw the keys over his shoulder. Don't be stupid guy, he's gonna change the lock. With that last thought over the man he had never really considered like a father, Kyle headed out of town.
TBC
