2025-01-17 19:12:44Weston opens his eyes. It's morning. He stares at the white ceiling. Five years ago, his daughter was born. Five years ago, he became a father. He can still remember how anxious he felt as he wore the disposable surgical gown to see his wife and kid.
He can still remember the way his heart felt as he wondered if he wasn't going to hurt his daughter as he carried her in his arms.He swallows hard. If anyone had told him that day that five years later, he wouldn't know where his daughter was, he'd have told the person to stop telling bullshit.He sits up in bed. He glances at Jose's bed. It's empty.Weston grabs his towel and goes to the bathroom to take his bath. Five minutes later, Weston is making his way to the cafeteria to get something to eat.He orders for his daughter's favourite. The meal she always suggests they make on her birthday—chicken and wafflesThe cafeteria is very scanty because of yesterday's incident. Alm
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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,”
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Weston's eyes dart to his daughter. He lets out a breath of relief. The girl doesn't seem to be listening as she is engrossed in a video on her small phone.“Let's talk inside, babe,” Weston says, already going toward the room but his girlfriend 's voice stops him.“My mother will be here in less than two minutes to take us away.” Weston stops right on his track. “What?”“She promised to give me another chance as her daughter, so don't bother telling me any bullshit about how things would be better later on.” “You can't…do you think you should do this without informing me first?”“For a man who didn't get past high school, who can't make his brain figure out how to make money for his family, I don't suppose you'd understand if I told you earlier.”Weston wants to just go to her and shout into her damn ears to stop talking to him that way but he doesn't do that. He can't do that. He can't lose control in front of his kid.“When are you going to be back?” Weston forces himself to ask.
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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
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Jace walks off, anger on his face.“How do you know him?” Weston's father asks him as soon as Jace leaves.“He used to feel attracted to my girlfriend ,” Weston says, trying as much as possible to keep his voice firm.“Be careful around him,” his father says in a very quiet tone.Weston is going to ask his father why he said that but he goes weak in the knee just looking his father in the face.“Okay, sir,” he says instead of the questions he wants to ask.His father stretches a card to him. “I suppose the money in it is more than a thousand billion. Been saving it there for a day like this.” Weston wipes his hand on his pants before collecting the card from his father. “The training is not going to continue; you have wasted ten years already.”Just hearing the word ‘training’ makes Weston's heart miss the normal rhythm of pumping blood. “Your godfather will reach out to you as soon as you get to New York. He'll tell you what to do.” Weston nods. “Do you have any questions?” His
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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
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“From time to time she says things that are out of the world. I'm sorry, sir,” the driver pleads, still on his knees.Weston collects his phone from the driver. “Don't you think she needs to see a psychiatrist? She might end up at the asylum at this rate.” “I'm planning on doing that, sir.” Weston brings out his wallet. It's empty. “Sorry, I don't have any cash on me, I'd have offered you some so that you can proceed with seeing the psychiatrist as soon as possible.”“Don't worry, sir. I'm making arrangements,” the driver says quickly.Weston glances at the woman. Her mouth was hanging open. “I'm sorry for mistaking you for a normal person. I mean, a normal person wouldn't have decided to split the money I wanted to use in getting a house with someone else.”“I'm sorry for any inconveniences she might have caused you, sir,” the driver pleads.“It's okay,” Weston says. He stares at the woman for some seconds before walking off. Some busybodies have taken record of the scene.“How cou
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“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
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A man in white robe who seems to have just had a cool night bath sits on the massage chair. He looks at them as they walk in. “See who we've got here?” He stands up from the chair and opens his arms for a hug. Weston walks over to him and hugs him. “You look mature now,” he says after pulling away from Weston. The word causes Weston's heart to skip another beat, but he smiles. “How about you get him something to eat, San? He must be famished.” “Alright, dad,” Santiago says and leaves. “Have your seat,” his godfather says after Santiago leaves the room. Carefully, Weston walks over to the closest sofa in the room and sits down. “How have you been?” His godfather asks. “You want an honest answer?” Weston asks. “Yes.” “Life's been rough and tough.” His godfather sits back on the massage chair. “If you had not ran away, you'd have known everything there is to know about what your father wants from you.” Weston bites on his lower lip. “No need to cry over spilled milk,
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Weston opens his eyes. It's morning. He stares at the white ceiling. Five years ago, his daughter was born. Five years ago, he became a father. He can still remember how anxious he felt as he wore the disposable surgical gown to see his wife and kid. He can still remember the way his heart felt as he wondered if he wasn't going to hurt his daughter as he carried her in his arms. He swallows hard. If anyone had told him that day that five years later, he wouldn't know where his daughter was, he'd have told the person to stop telling bullshit. He sits up in bed. He glances at Jose's bed. It's empty. Weston grabs his towel and goes to the bathroom to take his bath. Five minutes later, Weston is making his way to the cafeteria to get something to eat. He orders for his daughter's favourite. The meal she always suggests they make on her birthday—chicken and wafflesThe cafeteria is very scanty because of yesterday's incident. Alm
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All the students are gathered there, the seats are all almost filled. Even with all that population, the hall is very quiet like a funeral gathering. Weston sits on one of the chairs at the back, Lorette and Santiago sit in the chairs in front of him. “Mic testing…” echoes around the room. About three seconds later, the VC comes in stage. He has a sheet of paper in his hand which he slaps on the lectern. Without greeting, he gets straight into his speech that seems to have been seething in his head since a million years. “What more can you guys do?” His voice is the normal tone surprisingly. “If you want to die, why don't you go home and do that? If you're tired of your lives, go home and end your lives!” He holds up the sheet of paper in his hand. “Let this be the last time something like this ever happens here. You all have businesses, some of you are already CEOs! Do I have to have reporters lurking a
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Burning with rage, Lorette adjusts her face cap and enters the cyber cafe. She sights an unused laptop and goes there. She pours her heart into the writeup that will end up being Mateo's suicide note. About how he's sorry for pretending that he gives a damn about women, about how sorry he is for killing all those thirty six women, about how there is no best gender…She types until she can't feel her hands as part of her body anymore. Done. She stands up and leaves after sending the letter to the appropriate place. It is not until she is inside the taxi and is going back to the campus that she remembers Santiago and Weston. Damn it. She shouldn't have reacted like that before leaving them. She tries to think…what does Santiago likes the most? She scrolls through her Instagram followers. She nods slowly. Girls will do. By the end of two blind dates, Santiago will forget all about it. “Hello. You're pretty. You're interested in
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“Wait here while I go check what's going on,” Santiago says. Santiago opens the door, comes down from the car. He should be able to negotiate with them. He can't have them spilling that fucking nonsense in front of Weston. This is why killing Mateo in the first place was a bad idea. “You're brave now, huh?” One of the men who is already out of the car asks. “I can explain,” Santiago says quickly as quietly as he can. “What? You can explain?” The man asks, an amused grin on his face. “Look, my guy—”“If you don't shut your mouth, you're going to lose two teeth and I damn well mean it,” the man says.Santiago glances at the car. “They're your priority now, huh?” The man asks, also looking at the car.“I swear it was a mistake.”“If you say that shit again, I'm not going to warn you before I take off the teeth.” Santiago hears the car door close. His heart literally jumps out of hi
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“Wait here while I go check what's going on,” Santiago says. Santiago opens the door, comes down from the car. He should be able to negotiate with them. He can't have them spilling that fucking nonsense in front of Weston. This is why killing Mateo in the first place was a bad idea. “You're brave now, huh?” One of the men who is already out of the car asks. “I can explain,” Santiago says quickly as quietly as he can. “What? You can explain?” The man asks, an amused grin on his face. “Look, my guy—”“If you don't shut your mouth, you're going to lose two teeth and I damn well mean it,” the man says.Santiago glances at the car. “They're your priority now, huh?” The man asks, also looking at the car.“I swear it was a mistake.”“If you say that shit again, I'm not going to warn you before I take off the teeth.” Santiago hears the car door close. His heart literally jumps out of hi
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She puts the gun back in his pocket and starts to ascend the staircase leading out of the basement. “Let's get San and get out of here,” she says without stopping a bit. Wow. Wow. Great, isn't it? She won't say anything for him risking his life to come all the way here to get her? Talk about having dead emotions. She isn't even going to apologize for leading them here with her damn stubborn ideas?Directing all his anger in his legs, Weston ascends the steps with full force that might have broken all the staircases off if his legs were capable of that.“San. Wrap it up with her. Let's go,” Weston says into the covert earpiece. ***“San. Wrap it up with her. Let's go,” Santiago hears Weston say in his ear. He stops walking. The woman beside him…his first love…the only woman who has managed to steal his heart also stops.Santiago pulls her in a hug. He says the words he knows she wants to hear. The words he's been dying
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“Of course. I'm dying soon, so?” “I love your courage. Of the thirty seven women I have brought to this room, none of them have tried to listen to my story, but you…aren't you scared?”“We'll die one day.”“Yeah. Sure…well…you know, you women…how do I put it?” He thinks about it for a few seconds. “You women are the ones who need validation the most. You're the only set of people who want to be complimented about every little thing you do. You want everyone to take note, to tell you you're good at something. Have you no brain? Can't you tell your lipstick looks damn creepy without having someone point it out? What's the mirror for?” Why does Lorette feel like Mateo is describing himself? Instead of asking him that, she sits down and cross her legs. “Doesn't everyone need to be complimented?”“Yours is on another level. Why the hell can't you figure out if you've added weight without asking your boyfriend?”Lorette chuckles. “I
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She looks back at Mateo. Her heart skips a beat. Mateo is standing right in front of her. Was that the agenda behind the room? To distract people? She tries to take a step backward but he stops her. Again. By surprise. By damn surprise. He reaches out to hold her hand. Slowly, carefully like he's worried about hurting her, he takes off the ropes he used in tying her hands. Once they are free, he stares at them. Then look at her. “Are you okay?”No. Lorette shakes her head. She's not having any of this. If these are the little tricks he uses in killing women, she isn't going to have any of that. “Why are you not doing anything?” Lorette asks.“What?” “Why did you unload the gun, take off the ropes from my hand and ask if I'm okay when you're going to kill me in the next few minutes?” He smiles. For a moment, she almost forgot he's a killer. He looks so…caring…like her father. He's looking at her t
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Weston nods. He sits down and takes another sip from the soda while he watches them go. As soon as the door closes, Weston walks to the kitchen where he saw the housekeeper come out the other time. “You could have called me…” the words trails out of the woman's lips as she sees who is there with her. “How can I help you, sir?” “Don't shout.” Weston pulls out his gun from his pocket. The woman moves back. She hits her back on some of the utensils on the cabinets, they all fall to the ground, some creating a scattering sound.“Don't be scared. I won't kill you. That's…if you cooperate with me,” Weston says.The woman nods vigorously. “I'll…I'll…I —”“Where is Mateo’s room?” “Over there,” she says, pointing behind him. “Lead the way,” Weston says. He holds the gun close to the back of her head. She walks out of the kitchen, gets past the dinning and is walking toward a room when she stops.
