She recalled his first name and as such typed it up. It showed nothing really important for her. After a minute she typed up the last name as she recalled him saying it was Huxley. The first article caught her attention. She clicked on it and read it.
Rowan Huxley’s Tragic Death Marks Another Blow to the Family’s Legacy
March 12, 2005
Just over a year after Aisling Huxley’s harrowing story first came to light, the Huxley family faces yet another devastating loss. Rowan Huxley, the brother of Aisling Huxley—whose tragic story of abuse and its aftermath has been extensively covered—died in a house fire on March 5th under circumstances authorities have described as “deeply unfortunate.”
According to investigators, Rowan, 26, had been living in a small rental property just outside of Reno, Nevada, at the time of the incident. It is believed he had been drinking heavily when he attempted to cook on the stove, accidentally spilling hot oil on the floor. Witnesses in the area reported hearing a massive explosion shortly after midnight, likely triggered when Rowan dropped a lit cigarette into the oil. The resulting fire spread rapidly, completely destroying the house and leaving little evidence of its occupant.
“No identification could be made, except for the teeth, which after a thorough analysis proved they belonged to Rowan Huxley, the brother of Aisling Huxley.” a spokesperson for the local fire department confirmed.
Rowan’s death is the latest in a series of tragedies that has devastated the Huxley family since Aisling Huxley, Rowan’s younger sister, accused the famous musician Jorge Lopez and members of his entourage of sexual assault in late 2004. While Aisling’s allegations drew significant attention and backlash, Rowan reportedly supported his sister unwaveringly. Those close to him say his grief and frustration grew in the months following her untimely death in January 2005.
The family’s heartbreak was compounded by the passing of Rowan’s mother, Naomh Huxley, just weeks after Aisling. Naomh’s death, officially ruled a heart attack, came at a time when the family was already fractured by public scrutiny. Left to care for his father, Abe Huxley, Rowan moved to Nevada in early 2005, seeking space to process his grief while continuing to support his father from afar.
In the week following Rowan’s death, Abe Huxley has been admitted to a care facility after exhibiting early signs of memory loss. Doctors have suggested that the cumulative trauma of losing his family in such a short span of time has likely exacerbated existing health issues, resulting in what they describe as a grief-induced cognitive decline.
While the proximity of these tragedies has led to online speculation of foul play, particularly concerning Jorge Lopez—whom Aisling accused—investigators have ruled out any such connections. Police have confirmed that Lopez and his associates had verified alibis on the night of Rowan’s death, and the fire has been ruled an accident.
What remains is a shattered family and a series of events so tragic they almost defy explanation. Advocates have pointed to Rowan’s death as a sobering reminder of the lasting impact public defamation and social ostracism can have on those who stand with victims of injustice.
As Abe Huxley adjusts to life in hospice care, the small rental house outside Reno—now reduced to rubble—serves as a somber symbol of a family that has endured more than most could imagine. For the public, Rowan’s death closes a heartbreaking chapter in the story of a family that suffered extraordinary loss under the weight of public and personal grief.
The more she read, the more confused she found herself. The dude had clearly told her his name was ‘Rowan Huxley’. But according to this, that person was dead. “Did the dude I just slept with…gave me a dead man’s name?” . She felt like throwing up. She got up and ran to the toilet to do as such. After a few minutes she brushed her teeth and came back to the laptop to re-read it. Each words she read felt heavier than the last. Did she seriously just slept with a fake? She needed answers. She grabbed her phone and the piece of paper that had most of " Rowan’s " number. She began typing up a message. To the first few sets of numbers she thought of for this missing two digits.
Hey Rowan? It’s Rayla. Please msg me back.
She waited. To pass the time she went back to the article looking for any kind of clues to this madness she found herself in. If this ’ Rowan ’ was really just using a dead mans name just to get laid, she was going to make him regret choosing her. Her phone went off. She looks over the messages. A few came from creeps. “Ugh” She really didn’t have time to deal with them, so she blocked those numbers. She tried again with a couple more random digits.
Hey Rowan? It’s Rayla. Please msg me back.
After a few minutes a text showed up from one of the numbers. Asking who are you and why are you messaging my bf. She didn’t feel the need to clear anything up, since there was nothing to clear up. She just replied with a “sorry wrong number.” And blocked that number. She was feeling very frustrated at this point. She tried one more time, she sent out another text message to another few random digits.
Hey Rowan?
She waited. And waited. And waited… she laid back down on her bed. This was the most work she had ever put into trying to get answers. After a few minutes had passed by, she got up and went to her closet to get dress for the day. It was pointless in waiting when she could be at the studio, singing her heart out. After getting dressed, she left her room. Making her way to the garage, to her car and she was gone within minutes.
[Center] At the studio [/color]
She was in the room, singing her heart out. The stress had built up, and being in this room, she let it all out. Her frustration, her anxiety, anger, all of it was out. This was her safe place that no one could touch her at.
@LunaticLeviTheSecond Rowan
the article was written up by Levi