Lies In Retrospect…

Opening Thoughts- I know all of y'all must be tripping mostly the ones who are looking at the site right now and saying " wait a damn second - I've already read this chapter didn't I?" Well you kind of did, but the problem was after reading the chapter over for myself ( author's do read their own stuff you know!) I couldn't help but look back at it and feel bored. I'll be straight with everyone, and tell you that this is one of the most crucial parts in the story and the farther my writing career goes the more I've noticed that I've become an obsessive compulsive perfectionist when it comes to each scene. Hence why y'all chapter's take so long to get out. So, after you reach the final words of this chapter, I'd like you to make your review honest, hey even tell me where you'd like this to go if the spirit moves you! I'll explain although I think when you read this it's going to be quite straight forward, but, everything is from finish to start.

Waking to an uncomforting stillness, through the night she awoke. He was no longer there, and the space that he'd filled by the light of the morning had faded, as she wondered where Miguel had wondered off to yet again. Her mystery, her mind whispered lightly as her voice ever so calmly called for him through her house. Her better senses lead her to the semi - lighted room in her house, the sudden hiss of angered voices came to her as she approached the room's opening.

"What the hell are you Miguel?" She breathed anxiously as she appeared to the voices. Sure enough as she'd guessed Miguel appeared to her, but much to her surprise so did Chief Sam Bennett and Detective Luis Lopez - Fitzgerald. At the sound of her they broke their glares, Sam detaching from his grasp on the young man to go over to his niece.

"Sam," Was all her mouth could voice, as the older man approached her his light silver eyes showing a hidden rage and sympathy as he inched towards her. "Luis, what the hell is going on? What are you doing to him?" Charity questioned as her eyes fell upon Miguel momentarily, while he averted his emeralds in the same space in time focusing on the floor too ashamed to look her in the face any longer.

Sam placed a hand on Charity's shoulder, she watched each move as he spoke once more. "Charity, I think you should have a seat."

"No." She replied sternly withdrawing her shattered form as she glowered from man to man. No, no, no. Her mind screamed in anguish as she bit back her tears, things she didn't want to see becoming too clear beyond her own imaginations.

"Charity, please." Luis spoke softly, somewhere beyond whatever bad chemistry he and Charity had in the past working with Patrick didn't seem to matter any longer. He saw the deep hurt in her eyes, and it only made him loathe his brother more than he already had.

"He -" She paused in her words, her face pale as she watched Miguel's distant appearance. "Miguel, killed Patrick. He's the killer it's taken years to find." This was impossible, not Miguel…not her Miguel . He couldn't have done this, why would he? Patrick trusted him, this all couldn't be real, she must've never woken up from the nightmare she'd been having. This was all apart of the torturous apparitions, damnit it had to be.

Her thoughts swirled within her head as did the room, the sound of calming voice eluded her as she felt herself falling back against a wall, her hand slowly dragging itself up to her face as the room twirled out of her very control.

"Yes, Charity that's about right." Sam quietly replied, waiting for her to respond…she never did. "I'm sorry, so very sorry." The voice echoed, as she nodded. Her turned to his partner who held Miguel tightly by arm, "Let's get out of here."

"What about her statement?" Luis asked.

"She had nothing to do with this, alright?" Miguel spoke up out of his silence as his eyes burned into his brother's. "Keep Charity out of it."

"See that's where you're wrong Miguel." Sam sneered. " Patrick was the love of my nieces life, she was also his partner in crime - the same man that you killed, so this has everything to do with her; And I'm sure she'll stop at nothing to avenge his death." He assured vengefully while glancing towards Luis. " I'll have someone tend to her later."

The dark haired man across the room nodded. "Miguel Lopez - Fitzgerald, you are being charged with the first degree murder of Patrick O'Riley."

You're challenging. With all she felt somehow Charity like always conjured up her strongest aura, one last time vying to look the man she'd been betrayed by in the eye once more, all feeling cold and sullen to him paralleling all she'd only begun to feel in the few days that went. Why do you persist to actually enjoying me , Charity? Is it because maybe there's something deeper to it?

"You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say or do will be held in a court of law…"

There are so many reasons Charity. And when the time is right, I'll tell you everything. You're just going to have to be patient with me, This was the secret. The mystery that had become the man she was drawn to, the ambiguity about him that she had thought insignificant as to how wonderful he was. How the very same secrecy, was what she stubbornly ignored for her own desires.

I'm going to make sure the people who've done this pay! That's what I'm doing. And so it was said, so it would be done. Charity saw no more love nor compassion pertaining to her situations, no more dreams or a promising future. There was only hate and revenge, one that needed to be met.

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HARMONY, POLICE DEPARTEMENT.

" Someone! Anyone, please help me!" All attentions turned to the young woman sobbing in dishevelled apparel, her dark brown eyes streaming glossy with her tears as she burst into the police department in the late of night. Her tone admonished fear, as she searched the room for an answer to her call.

Sam stood in the very same department, his glances fixated on the screen which played frightful events as it snapped off suddenly. "I think she's telling the truth. I've had this video tape sent the specialist, they've said it's legitimate."

" He told me that I've I ever breathed a word of the evidence to anyone - he'd kill me." Yiezmien admitted the thin stripped tears streaking her darkened complexion. " I can't live with this any longer - the lies , the fear…"

"Bullshit!" Hank Bennett spoke up aghast by all that he'd been hearing and had seen, while raising his hand in protest. "Come on think about it Sam, if you had this kind of vital information in your possessions would you really wait some five odd years to bring it to the officials? There's something a little defective in her story."

"Do you have any idea what information like that in your possessions does to you?" She said while looking at the men obliquely. "It's like a poison that kills you from the inside,"

Luis straitened his stance as he spoke up, " She was obviously, scared of what this man could do to her. No less, she must have thought she'd be brought in for a crime that she hardly committed,"

"And that's why I'm here, I'm sick and tired of being poisoned and I'd want nothing more than my lover to be brought to justice."

"She played a second party in thievery , Luis, who's to say she hadn't played the same part in murder?!" Hank rebutted boldly.

"It's obvious she was forced into it, by his family." Luis stated, while sighing. " Look, I more than anyone else would like to believe this is some sort of lie, but you and I know that it isn't - we all do. We've just found Patrick's killer, and whether you like it or not, Hank, either way he's going to jail."

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NEW MEXICO CITY.

Dr. Nazareth stood, his gazes fixed outside the window of his deserted office. With one hand dug in his white lab jacket the other balanced at his side, gripping Chinese medicine balls. They small devices executed a small chiming noise like wind chimes that were tease by the warm winds, he found piece within the sound of the two objects of silver clinking against each other.

He'd never really needed the device, despite the many times he'd prescribed them to other patients of his. Look sir, Doc…whatever the hell your name is, I don't need a shrink. Psychiatrists are for people who have denial, people who have troubled admitting their faults. I'm not that way, at least I've admitted to the fact that I've killed a man. Somehow the meek sounds, kept him calm making everything around seem allot less important than they actually were.

"No, you can't just tell me that a murderer has just escaped out of these facilities and expect me - Hell! Expect all of us to remain calm!?" Ms. Hewitts spewed past the crowd of other patient which buzzed around in horror. A young nurse was making an effort to calm her soothingly holding on to her arm as she recoiled. "What the hell are you all thinking? You're supposed to be insuring our safety and you let this happen?"

"We aren't safe!" A patient bellowed as he fell to the floor. "We're all going to die," He continued in hollow tone as his hands pressed against his face.

For instance, it was the morning in New Mexico. Beautiful , pretty as one of those pictures you sent away for magazines or postcards. Perhaps 8: 50, to be exact, and Damien Winters, a conceived killer had escaped from one of the safest and highly guarded rehabilitation centres in the continent to God knows where. And Dr. Nazareth wasn't worried, why should he be? When he had the calming sounds of his damn Chinese medicine balls.

Farther in Mexico City…

His eyes were hidden by the dark shades of sunglasses that he'd stolen from the centre, along with all the belongings he had before he was captured by the place. Damien was unrecognizable, the familiar faces looking at him with new prospect added to the fact although he felt the resounding feeling that he still wasn't free.

"Heads up." A voice called sliding a glass down towards his hand. His unruly features grimaced in confusion, as Damien looked up. "It's from him," The bartender gestured towards a middle aged man, he head bowed with a smile when Damien's glances met him.

Disturbed by the action, he pushed the glass away while standing and walking out of the bar into the side streets. His sunglasses gleaming in the golden sunlight as he walked the lonely streets, of the exquisite town. Turning down endless deserted streets to avoid any , cautious glances. He walked a little slower now digging his hand into his shirt, while turning to the man whose footsteps where heard behind.

He thrust a silver knife at the figure as he pushed the man against the wall, a glare of vicious doing in his dark brown eyes.

"I wouldn't kill me, if I were you." Martin Fitzgerald suggested to the young man.

"Why the hell not?" Damien sneered, the knife still inches away from Martin's face.

"Well, I could be good or bad news for you. Do you know each and every news station and paper is requesting that you should be caught for man slaughter."

Damien backed away, staring at the man quizzingly while his hands were raised in suave defence while dropping the knife to the red dirt ground. "How do you know that? How did you find me?"

"News gets around pretty damn fast when you're me, Son." He replied with a smirk. "Now, if you're a good boy and help me out, I can make sure that this little thing can go away and your name can be cleared in Mexico and Harmony. And if your not well," Martin said, while dangling his cell phone around, "I'm sure I can find that number for el centro de la rehabilitación, sí ?"

Damien rose his long brow, while glaring at the man. "What do you want me to do?"

Martin nodded while taking a letter out from his pocket and handing it to him. He waited for the man to take a glance before looking up at him once more. "Tell me about, Miguel Lopez - Fitzgerald."

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It hid slightly through the faded clouds as it rose, they'd met it a thousand times before yet each time that the sun had graced them by the small insignificant hours of dawn it had become more and more exquisite.

"It's beautiful," Her voice no higher than a murmur, admiring the kaleidoscope of shades her eyes absorbed, while laying across his chest.

The softness had awoken him, as he smirked casually before lightly tightening his grasp onto her as a ways of response. "You're still here. It's morning you know, I figured you 'd be gone off to your job with that obsessive compulsive cousin of yours." He joked, his tone still hushed.

"I take it, the conversation you both had yesterday wasn't all that great." Charity grimaced frivolously, as she poised herself against him.

"You were right, she thinks I'm absolutely no good for you." Miguel replied scornfully, letting the truth in Kay's statements elude him for the moment as he continued to steal bliss.

"She's not obsessive compulsive, Miguel. She's just protective," Charity insisted firmly, standing up for her cousin's attributes.

"Fine. Sure," Miguel chuckled. "Let's just not talk about it anymore, it'll probably ruin things anyway," He sighed not wanting conversations of anything other than them ruin their time together. He kissed the hollow of her shoulder as she stirred gently above him.

"Maybe you're right." She said, as a silence took heed for awhile. Charity closed her eyes and unwillingly allowed herself to feel somewhat safe in his arms, as she no longer fought true feelings. " I'm putting more trust in you than, I know I should by just presuming that you not being completely open with me has some purpose -"

Somehow as much as he tried to drown out the sound of Douglas' voice in only rung louder within each word Charity spoke. Be fair with her, Miguel. Tell her the truth. He would if he could! But it wasn't as easy as simple words could express, if he was fair he'd loose something it would take him forever to gain back and he wasn't willing to make that sort of sacrifice, he didn't think he ever would be. "Charity," He said softly part of him yearning so much to rid himself of the burden of his lies and come clean.

"Miguel, please let me finish." She pleaded now turning to face him, her eyes starring directly into his showing a certain vulnerability and trusting that Miguel had never seen before. A look that cut at his very soul as it pained him to watch on. "I've thought about it, and I've realized that whatever happened in your past as nothing to with who you are now; So, if you can't tell me. I don't want to know." She finished . "All I want you to do is tell me I have nothing to worry about, and I can rely on you to be man enough to be straight with me…just like I have with you."

How long do you intend to lie to her this way? "Charity," He said, looking her directly in the eyes past his own indignant " You have - nothing to worry about." He finished the statement curtly incapable of stating any other lies, as he pursed his lips hastily.

"Then I'm ready," Charity continued in low tone, as if assured in all heard. " I'm ready to be with you, just you, that is if you can handle that kind of thing." She whispered through her smile.

The last kiss. A slow exploration almost as unmercifully tempting as the first or perhaps all the followed, just as sweet and fervent, filled with guilt and discomfort and a lingering feeling of regret but still containing all that drew each back for other's to come. "I think I can hack it." The voices of better judgement came upon him he sustained laying with her, until the very second the very thought of it was no longer possible.

I'm sorry, Charity. You'll never know how much I am.

Closing Thoughts- I was about to ask y'all if this was better, and then I was like girl half of them hardly even read the first! So let's not cross that bridge. For those who did RMSOBlue & Floetic thank you both ladies for putting up with my temporary insanity and always reviewing my stuff, I can't even start to talk about my gratitude to you and everyone. I hope the new chapter is to your liking. Most things were taken out, Miguel's past doing's for instance, because I thought that now wasn't really the time to shed all the info; Other things I thought, would fit better along with the direction I intend to conclude this (which is awhile away so don't worry.) Now we have two solid people involved in the wed of Patrick's murder, the question now is who done it? Guess if you'd like I'm curious to see what you come up with. Thanks to everyone for putting up with me and being so patient no matter how long I took to update much appreciated. Much luv. Don't be too mad with what happened with C&M in this, trust this ain't mindless torture…