Lorette seems to sigh in relief at the other end. “You scared the shit out of me.”
“I saw the mark behind his hand. Watch out for single line tattoos on the back of the right hand. They belong to BB." “BB for big boys?” Lorette asks. “Yep. By the way, we're still going to that guy's party?” “From the few information I have been able to garner, he is the guy with the highest population of students here and he's pretty cool. I think we should start with him.” “Where should we meet tonight?” *** At exactly seven p.m., Weston gets out of the room, locks the door. In his black shirt and crazy jeans with gold chain, he walks to the campus gate where he planned to meet Santiago and Lorette. Lorette seems to be trying hard to turn down a guy. As soon as she sees him, she leaves the guy and comes over to him. “Where is San?” Weston asks, glancing around. “He called me just now, he has a stomach upset.” “Did you eat something bad? Shouldn't he visit the hospital?” “He'll be okay, maybe that's just his way of getting used to the change in environment.” Weston nods. “Shall we go?” Lorette waves and a car nearby drives close. They both get in and the car speeds off to the location of the party. Ten minutes later, they arrive at the hall where the party is to take place. At the entrance, they are thoroughly checked to see if anyone was holding dangerous objects. Halfway through the party Liam comes on stage, a group of guys following him closely like earlier. There is cheering from the crowd for some seconds until Liam clears his throat into the microphone. “One family!” He says. “One love!” Liam clears his throat again. “First off, I'll congratulate you if this is your first time here.” He waits for a couple of seconds before he continues. “The history of this big family of ours can be traced down to thirty years back and we have a mission…to give hope and a sense of belonging to all our members. If you believe you don't want that, as a newbie, you can excuse us.” There is a long silence but nobody goes out. “Now, we proceed…” Liam continues, “We are a family and we are to look out for one another. If at the end of two months you realize this is not for you, no one will hold you back from leaving. Let the new members get on their feet.” Weston stands up, so does Lorette. Weston glances around. Four more people are on their feet. “I personally invited three people here but now, I'm seeing two…” Liam says, looking at Weston. “The other guy has a personal issue,” Weston says. Liam doesn't talk for some seconds. He shrugs and looks around the room. “Welcome, guys. The older members will show you what to do.” There is cheering from the people again. “In that mood, let the party continue.” Immediately, a crazy rap song fills the air. Liam comes down from the podium and walks straight to Weston and Lorette. “Weston, can I see you for a second?” He asks. Lorette glances at Weston. Weston shrugs. “I'll soon be back,” Weston tells Lorette before going after Liam. Liam exchanges greetings with some guys on their way. A few guys pat Weston on the shoulder. They both walk into a door, Liam closes it and leans on it. “Where is Santiago?” He asks. Weston looks at Liam in surprise. How did he know Santiago’s name? “Where is he right now?” He asks again. “He'll probably be in his dorm,” Weston says.Why do you ask?” “You three are close?” Liam asks. “Yeah. Very.” Liam walks to a table. He hit his fist on it and ran his hand through his hair. “Damn it.” Weston thrust his hands in his pocket. “Is there any problem?” “Look, Weston, my bad for inviting you to my party. I'm very sorry, but I don't think you and that girl can be one of us.” “Why is that?” “Now that I think about it, you are not fit for our mission. We don't invite just anyone here, but…well, I guess I was embarrassed by how you threw down my guys the other time so I thought I should honor you a little bit now…um, you can't be one of us.” He glances at Weston, a no-going-back look in his eyes. Weston's heart sinks. This can't be happening. He can't be failing on his father's damn mission before even trying. “Are you saying this because San isn't here with us?” Weston asks quietly. Liam chuckles. “What are you talking about? The fewer our members, the better. I'm just saying this because you don't seem to have the qualities I want.” “What qualities do you want?” Weston asks. The calmness by which Weston asks the question makes Liam's stare at Weston in shock for some seconds. “Can you spy on what the Big boys are up to? Can you tell me how many people joined them tonight? Can you find out who their damn second to the Commander is?” “I can do every of that,” Weston says calmly, much to Liam's shock. “Look, Weston, I know you want to join us badly, but, you can't do any of those things I just mentioned unless you have dug your grave—” “Give me three days,”Weston says.“For goodness sake, Weston, you can't do this…unless…well, it's your choice. If you succeed in getting an answer to my questions, I'll make you second in command to me but if you end up failing, let's not cross paths.”Weston nods and goes out. He took a packet of gum from his pocket and chewed it. Liam must really think he can't succeed in finding those answers for him to have promised him a position as his second in command.Weston blows the gum in his mouth. He summons the damn crazy resilient spirit that took control of him ten years ago that made him flee from home at fifteen.He can do this. He will do it. Whatever it takes for his father to acknowledge him as a damn precious child. He can't wait to see the fallen look on his father's face when he finally tells him, ‘hey, dad, I took down all the damn bad guys. You're okay now? Now, piss off.’ Just thinking about it sends adrenaline coursing through his body.“Are you okay?” Lorette's anxious voice tears the smile off Weston's
For a couple of seconds, there is silence. “Am I starting to hear strange words in my head?” One of them asks.“Right? I'm not the only one who heard that?” The guy with the cigarette asks.Weston comes out from behind the wall and strides to them. “What could he have done to deserve such beating?”“Come here,” the guy with the cigarette says. “Come here and get on your knees beside him.” Weston chuckles. “Are you some gods…oh…you must be another damn leader of some shitty group.”“Are you drunk?” One of the guys walks over to Weston in a bid to grab him by the collar.Weston dodges, the guy almost lost his balance but he holds himself right in time.“Get on your knees while I'm still being kind,” the guy with the cigarette says.“You still haven't answered my question,” Weston says as if he isn't the one the guy with the cigarette is talking to. “What could the boy have done…” Weston kicks backward at the guy behind him, sending the latter crashing against a wall. One of the guys
He looks relieved. He nods. “You're right. Friends are the ones who can deal best with each other.” He gives Weston another hard look filled with satisfaction before walking off with the other guys. Friends? Santiago? What the heck are they talking about? Is there another Santiago in the campus? Weston tries to make sense of what they are saying but it just doesn't sound all that meaningful. They must have said that to pacify themselves and make it less hurting that the boy they were supposed to be picking on just slapped their commander. The thought elicits a chuckle from Weston. The boy…Weston glances at the boy. The boy isn't shaking now but he still looks scared. “You're cool?” Weston asks. “Those guys, they won't hurt you, right? They won't do something bad to you, right?” The boy asks, fear in his eyes. Damn. Who sent a boy this young to college? Weston is tempted to ask the boy of his age but he doesn't. That might sound a bit rude of him, instead, he shrugs. “I'm not sca
Weston waits. There is a little silence before Lorette says: “I give you two days to sort this shit out.” Quickly, Weston returns to the staircase and pretends like he's just coming. Lorette comes out of the door. She looks quite startled seeing Weston. Weston waits for her to say something. She doesn't. She just smiles at him and race past him. He takes a deep breath and walks inside the room. Santiago is pacing around the room. He stops when he sees Weston. “Hey,” Weston says. “Bro, I'm so sorry for what happened yesterday. I guess I totally lost it because of the stress of moving here. I mean, it's nothing compared to my room.” He gestures at the empty takeout cartons on the ground. “Something up with you and Lorette?” Weston asks. “Not really. She…” Santiago shrugs. “She gets bitchy sometimes.” He walks to the closet. “You're going to the lecture room?” Th
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'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.
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
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