The Home Office, The Rawsone Residence, Denver, Colorado...
Tears streamed down the cheeks of Julia Rawsone as she sat in her husband's home office looking over the family photos and lamenting her regret of betraying him. The child growing in her belly had been something she never considered as she spiraled out of control following the loss of the frail baby boy she and Hadrian conceived the night he'd taken her out to diner following their twin daughters going off to college. She came to terms with the fact that there was a distinct possibility that Gary had been the father, but she didn't wish to entertain the idea as her affair with him had already been a costly endeavor. Maureen and Colin both tried their best to reassure her that should the worst come to pass that Hadrian of all people would at least see reason in trying to work out their respective issues, if only they could have him back to seek treatment.
"You made sure to call Detective Gordon right?" asked Colin feeling helpless in the face of his eldest son's condition. "Told him where the farm might be?"
"Yes," replied Julia annoyed. "I've called at least a dozen times and left messages...he'll get there."
Maureen sighed as she tried her best to make sense of everything that had recently happened to her dearest friend. She concluded that she hadn't been much help in the grand scheme of things as it was her needing him to cover her patients due to her wedding that lead to Hadrian even meeting the deranged Alexei Bortnik in the first place.
To make matters worse, she'd been completely ineffectual in terms of helping Hadrian heal from the wounds of his past. Of course, she had only been privy to the direct aspects of his past due to Colin finally sharing what happened to the boy, but it was a failure on her part nonetheless.
She wondered what her old friend had been up to and how she could have missed the issue of his tragic past in all the years she'd known him. From what she knew about his ordeal, Hadrian was often shocked and terrified by his rapid shifting in personality and very confused about what he'd done or what had been done to him. Maureen had hoped that Alexei would see reason about Hadrian's condition and not take any further liberties, but like her assessment of Julia finally coming clean and leaving Gary alone until she made a proper decision about her marriage with Hadrian, it wasn't likely at all to happen.
Julia seemed to be on the edge which was understandable given her precarious position. She was in love with two men, and one was quite ill and under the influence of a rather unsavory alter and the other was his best friend who had done the unthinkable in a bid to finally have her in his life. The current Mrs. Rawsone placed her hand on her belly just as Colin turned his attention to her. He had his suspicions about the other night when she and her mother had gone off and she came back in tears but he dismissed them as her being upset about his son being missing. Now he was quite sure, she'd been pregnant and with her admission to having an affair behind his son's back, he wasn't sure what to think.
Colin turned his attention toward the window as he noted the squad cars rolling up following Julia's insistence that she called in Detective Gordon to put an end to this madness. He was sure there would be a good deal of questions as to how and why this strange turn of events came about but he was determined to set a course for them by having Julia commit Hadrian to keep him safe not only from the deranged young man Alexei Bortnik but from himself as there was something far more sinister lurking within Dr. Hadrian Rawsone than even Colin dared to look. If the boy was anything like his late mother, Colin did not doubt that there was.
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The Rawsone Residence, 1782, 4th and Rochester Dr., Wilmington Hills, Oregon...
Tempers flared more often than not within the Rawsone household and with the tragic death of young Phalen Rawsone, it seemed they grew to be viler with each passing day. Broken glass and dishes littered the living room and kitchen as Mildred Rawsone tossed them in a fit of unyielding rage at her drunken husband Colin who had come in like so many nights before smelling of perfume from another woman in an assorted mix of sex and booze. She had not sat by quietly this time as she unleashed the full brunt of her long-suffering temper. She was a real force of nature when she got going, her long curly blonde locks like the mane of a lion as she shouted to the rooftops about how much she loathed the man she elected in the past to spend the rest of her life with. How he betrayed not only her but the very children they conceived when he went out with his whores and left them alone to worry and wonder. How he had been the reason for Lonnie's death and everything going wrong in their lives.
Enraged beyond belief, and drunk out of his mind, Colin Rawsone launched himself at his wife, Mildred had been wearing her infamous hot pink bathrobe which was opened to reveal her naked body as she had often slept in this manner even before the boys were born. She smelled of booze as well and the thick rancid stench of cigarette smoke as she found herself smashed into a nearby wall with a fist coming at her face at top speed. She didn't even flinch as her blue eyes narrowed in reflection of outright hatred as she stood with Colin's other hand around her throat as if daring him to put an end to her misery by taking her life in his drunken rage.
As the two adults argued, the sad dark eyes of a little boy followed their exchange.
Colin had only been capable of shouting obscenities as he felt struck on the back of the head via what he deduced to have been a baseball bat. He collapsed at that moment as his vision faded to see that young Hadrian had been the one to strike him, his dark eyes filled with as much hatred for him as his mother's blue eyes had been. Colin was semi-conscious, but he took note of how Hadrian had rushed toward his mother and stood in front of her still gripping the bat as if to finish him off before she reached down and whispered something into his ear and he let it fall to the floor.
Despite the injury and the sickness, Colin never forgot the look of outright hatred on his only surviving son's face that day nor the pain in his skull before he slipped from consciousness. After that day, it seemed Hadrian had been heavily dependent upon Mildred and whenever he entered a room, the boy would glare at him as if he wished to kill him, even when she and Colin were on good terms and intimate he'd been downright vile.
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The Home Office, The Rawsone Residence, Denver, Colorado...
Colin sighed as he looked over at his son's desk and files. Despite all the tragedy surrounding his young life, Hadrian had managed to turn his life around and build something with Julia and the girls, even if he hadn't known how to best approach it, he wasn't afraid of the responsibility as his father had been and from what he had learned about his eldest son from those who had cared for him most, he'd become a pillar of the community. The elder Rawsone had hoped that Hadrian had healed from the events of the past, but it was apparent that some wounds, no matter how much time had passed, were destined to remain open without the proper closure. He hoped his son would return so they could finally put an end to the horrors of their previous life and let them rest with Lonnie and Mildred respectively where they belonged.