Ch. 2
Julia looked on to the view of the skyline outside of the clinic. She never imagined that she would be able to live her life free from that thing that took away the most important people from her life. It was a poison that consumed her for almost her whole life.
She stopped when she was pregnant with Kyle, it felt wrong to be hurting him.
She wouldn't risk that.
But then, Ron appeared in her life.
And everything came crashing down her shoulders. She was a completely different person. She suffered the biggest stress of her life. It was impossible to get away from it.
Until she met John Walden.
Dammit!
Horatio! His name is Horatio.
John was just a short fantasy. Nothing else.
A fantasy that resulted in a small beautiful boy.
Kyle is her world, her entire life. It was hard having to give him up, and leave without a word.
But she truly thought he had a chance in life with her mother. She just couldn't provide everything that a mother should provide. Her job only passed a couple of bucks. And that wasn't enough for her little boy.
She needed to find him a better life, she didn't want him to have her life to be honest.
So that's what she did.
She went in search of a better future for her boy. But then tragedy struck her unexpectedly, she met Ron.
The man responsible for her messy and self-destructive life. He transformed her so much, until she became a gold-digger, searching for men and their money.
But never truly loved them. Not like she loved John.
Horatio
His name is Horatio
She fell in love with him. They have a child that proved the love they once had.
But it was her fault she destroyed everything that they ever built.
She just needed to move on.
One morning, Horatio received the best news he had been waiting for.
Kyle would be coming back home, and he couldn't wait to see him again.
To be able to hug and to hold him, after so many months of his longing absence, would be the best gift he could ever get as a father.
Father is a meaningful word that he will always enjoy hearing, having to hear it for many years during cases that involved children and parents.
Yet, he never had that type of father figure of his own.
After killing his own flesh and blood, the word never quite suited him until now.
When he first saw Kyle, it was like looking at himself in the mirror. The boy resembled him when he was fifteen. The sandy blonde hair, the bright blue eyes that looked at him so gentle. But he also had Julia's features, the contempt look when he's thinking of something, the crooked smile he sometimes sported, and her soft cheerful laugh. But what most resembled her, was the young innocence, when he first met her.
Why was he continuing to revisit the past? After everything that he did to move on and forget it, he never really seemed to pass it. She was somehow always inside his waking dreams. Invading his thoughts, when he was finally healed.
Did he still feel something for her?
He just wasn't sure of anything anymore, it was simply up to fate to decide what was to happen next.
Julia was informed that early morning that she had been released from the clinic, and was welcomed back anytime she felt that she was about to relapse, which she hoped didn't happen.
The moment she stepped out of the building, she felt a self-relief and a fresh new air to breath. Like a new life she's starting. It felt right and good.
But then, she realized that she had no place to go. Nowhere to shelter herself and what to do now. She had no job, no money, no one.
Horatio.
No! No way would she bag her problems on him. He's done enough for her and she needed to solve this on her own, like she had ever since she was a girl.
Ever since her father died.
She looked up on the streets of Miami, and hailed a cab.
First things first, she needed a place to stay.
Then, she needed a job in order to sustain herself for a couple of months, until she found something to do with her life.
But the question is where and how was she going to do it?
Down by the end of the street, a dark sedan was parked and the engine began when the cab moved.
Horatio walked into the lastest crime scene that his team began.
He noticed that the reporters had already arrived to cover the story like always. For him, the reporters had their way to inflict more conflict to the situation than to help them. Although they sometimes provided a few resourceful tips.
He saw Dr. Loman was already there, performing his preliminary findings.
"Dr. Loman."
Loman looked up to see Horatio standing under the bright orange sun that was compatible with his feathery hair. He's always amazed at how improvisionist he was to appear so silently.
What was he, an immortal zombie?
He will probably never figure it out, and may not want to.
"Horatio, meet Sam Danville, a corporate lawyer, and according to his license he's from Pensacola." Loman explained.
"Pensacola." Horatio replied, a bit surprised.
He hasn't met anybody else from that place in a long time.
Somehow this day is starting to become some deja vu, and past memories are starting to flow through his mind.
"Is there any indication on how he was murder Dr.?" he asked.
Dr. Loman lifted the victim's head, "He suffered severe neck spinal injuries, the swollen purple bruises indicate that he suffered major trauma and died immediately, it looks like whoever wanted this man dead got his wish."
"A death wish," he finally remarked.