Weston opens the door to his house, gets his arms ready for his daughter to rush in as usual.“Daddy is home!” He says, expecting his daughter’s usual shrieks of laughter but there is none. Instead, there is something else. Something strangely different in the living room.A luggage. Weston looks at his girlfriend, she is looking at him with those murderous glare he's grown used to for a couple of months now. He looks at his daughter.“Guess what I got you today, Han?” Weston stretches the package bag to his daughter.Just as his daughter is going to collect the package bag from him, his girlfriend collects it and throws it across the room. “Is this what your mates are buying for their kids?” She looks at him, anger written on her face.Weston tries to smile. “Come on, babe, it's Han’s best candy.”“Yeah. Of course, it's her best candy. It's the best one you can ever get for her. You've bought it for her so many times that she has mistaken it for the only good food in the world,”

Weston has no idea how many minutes he spent standing in a position after the car drives off, all he realizes is his feet moving him back to the house.It's been ten years of regret. Ten stupid years. After everything that has happened in the past ten years, Weston knows he made a big mistake. Would his life be better than this if he had not ran away from home ten years ago? His legs lead him inside the room. He looks around. Has he really been living in this place all these years? How the hell has he managed to live in this store while he allows his girlfriend to use the master bedroom? Even after everything he did to satisfy her, she decided to go? To leave him now that his money's all gone? Now that she has squandered everything that is left of him? Weston smiles sadly. He opens a drawer and takes out a card from it. He caresses it, his heart beating fast against his chest.Should he do this? Should he go? His phone beeps. He checks the message. It is a reminder from the loan

At first, the woman is surprised to see someone holding her hand, she glances at the person holding her. The surprise on her face turns to total disgust when she sees who is holding her.“Are you insane?” She spat.“I've been searching for you all over the place, I can't believe I came across you here.” “Do I know you?” She snaps.“I don't think I want to make anyone think we are related, but I can't help it. Can you tell me what you did with the one million dollars I gave you last year?”“If you don't get out of my sight, you idiot, I'm calling the cops on you.”“You'd better do it because I have it in mind to take you to the cops anyway,” Weston says.“Let go of my hand.”Slowly, Weston lets go of her hand, but he stays in front of her to make sure she doesn't leave.“I give you one second to get lost, Mister,” she says.“I am assuming you'll tell me what you did with the money within that one second.”“You're totally crazy, Weston. I mean, how did Ivy manage to stay with you for t

“Weston!” He hears Santiago calling him but he doesn't stop running. He glances back and sees Santiago running after him. He looks back in front of him and continues running. Two minutes later after rounding ridiculously insane corners, Weston gets close to the man, grabs the man's coat and throws him against a wall. The shopping bag in the man's hand falls as the man’s body crashes against the wall with a loud sound.Weston bends down and checks the package bag. He frowns. A fucking carton of alcohol? Is this what those two are fighting on?Weston chuckles. He hears the groaning of the man who he threw against the wall. He walks over to the man.“Are you okay?” He asks the man.“I'm sorry…” the man says, huddling at the wall.“The fact that you can still talk means you're okay.” Weston raises his leg to kick the guy but he stops, suddenly not interested in doing anything to him.“Weston…” Santiago pants, stopping some distance from Weston.“I found the stuff.” “I was calling…you

The guy leaves with the rest of his escorts. Almost immediately, some students rush toward Weston and the other two.“Who are you guys?”“Did you know Liam before now?” “I wish I were in your shoes.”“Did he fucking invite you personally to his party?”“What's your name, the guy in sunglasses?” Weston ignores the questions, gets his traveling bag and walks toward his hostel. He glances back, Santiago and Lorette seem to like the attention as they make no effort to come with him. He continues going, thinking he'll see them later. First, he wants to get settled and have some time to think about a lot of stuff. Weston feels a cold liquid on him. He glances at his shirt. It is soaked with water. He looks in front of him to see a guy with a smirk on his face. For seconds, Weston waits for the guy to apologize but he doesn't say anything, instead of that, he saunters to a door.“Hey?” Weston calls. The guy stops and slowly turns around.“What did you just refer to me as? ‘hey’?” The gu