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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
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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
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The girl raises her head, her face is red from a few scratches and perhaps from embarrassment. “Weston?” She mutters. “It's really you!” Weston mutters. “Hey, man, I get she's your chick but you gotta give honour to whom honour is due,” one of the guys says. Weston glances at them. “Who are you guys?” “Last night…or is it this morning? Whatever. You saw our Commander…remember?” The grinning guy asks. “Geez. Does he have no shame? He told you guys about it?” Weston shakes his head. “If I were him, I wouldn't want anyone to hear about it even by mistake.” The grinning guy grabs Weston by the collar. “You have a death wish?” “Imma show you who have a death wish if you don't take your hand off my shirt,” Weston says. He looks the guy straight in the eyes. “Guys, deal with that bitch,” the grinning guy says. “Let's show him a bit of what we are. Se
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Weston pays the cab man. “Here is your change,” the cab man says. “Keep it, sir.” “Thanks a lot,” the cab man says. He bows slightly and drives off. Weston hurries inside the restaurant. He dials the number his crush gave him. He looks around the room. He sees the man. He ends the call and walks to the man's table.“Good afternoon, sir,” Weston says.“Good afternoon. Have your seat.”Weston sits down. “What your questions?” “Abigail said you know some things about…” “Yes. That's correct.”“Do you by any chance know how many new members are in the Big Boys?”“In fact, I'm going to provide the names of all the members for you according to their hierarchy. This is the first time Abigail will be sending someone to ask about things like this. You must be special to her,” the man says.Weston smiles awkwardly. “Not really…”“Any other question?” “U
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Weston looks around. The students taking videos of them are no longer doing that. The hall is suddenly quiet. Everyone seems to be minding their business. Under the table, Weston notices a huge guy's uncontrollable knee jerks.Weston turns around. He sees a rather handsome guy with headphones. He is dressed in expensive stuff. He stares at the guy Weston is holding. The guy with headphones smiles. He walks closer to the guy Weston is holding. He pats the guy, smiles again before walking out of the cafeteria.As soon as the guy leaves, the guy Weston is holding falls on the ground. A frightening noise arises in the hall.“When was the last time Coben came here?” Weston hears someone ask. “Both of them are in trouble,” another person says.Just as Weston is trying to understand what is going on, a guy in black cap walks over to him and literally drags him out of the cafeteria.It is not until they get to the back of a le
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“Follow us,” one of the guy says when Weston gets to them. “To?” “You'll know when you get there.”“I'm not going anywhere unless you tell me where it is.”One of the guys took off his sunglasses. He has a tough look with that scar on his face. He looks into Weston's eyes. “You want us to drag you there?” Weston looks around. He has nothing to lose. He might as well follow them. The only problem is that he's damn hungry. Thanks to that fucking Coben's sister, he won't have to eat the precious food the chef chose for him.“After you,” Weston says.He walks with them. For more than five minutes, they walk. Weston is going to complain about his aching legs when they stop some feet away from a black car. “Go to that car,” one of the two guy says. Weston walks over to the car. The car door opens as soon as he gets there.He looks in. A guy he can't recognize is in the back seat. “Come
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“Um…nothing out of the ordinary. We just recruit people and we teach them stuff…” he brings out some papers from his briefcase and shoves it across the table. “There are about ten communities doing similar things to what we want to do in that document. You can go through them. I got every information you need to know about them already.” Weston picks the document. He flips through it. He can't identity any of the names in the document. “They're just ten here.”Thinking that Weston already agrees to them plan, the man glances at his son. They both smile.“For now, we have ten communities there. Most of them are making millions daily by just getting new members and collecting money from them in cunny ways,” the man explains.Weston nods. The man and his son smile at each other again.“The founder of most of the communities are just a few years older than you. You won't even need a job after college if you start now. I mean, what
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“We could discuss,” she says. “I'm not interested,” Weston say bluntly. He bites on his lower lip when he notices her fallen expression. “You're beautiful, but I'm not interested.” The waitress smiles. “It's okay.” She takes the piece of paper and leaves with it.Weston is halfway through eating when he hears some noises in the restaurant. Soon, people are running. Weston looks toward the door. He sees some men in black clothes, their faces covered with masks. Who the hell are they here for? Like hell, he should be allowed to finish his food without any drama. “Who is in charge of this place?” One of the men in black asks loudly. A woman runs over to them. They say some words to them that Weston doesn't hear. The woman nods her head obediently like a scared kid.“Heads down,” one of the men in black says. “If you look at us, you're dead.” There is shifting sounds of tables and chairs as everyone places t
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“I have now,” Weston drops the picture frame on the sofa and carries Hannah in arms. “How is that? Did they disappear and come back?” She asks. “Daddy, how do people become people? I have not seen anyone jump down from the sky. Are there places where people go to pick babies? Daddy…answer me…” she whines as he carries her in the car. “Which of them should I answer first?” “When I grow up, can I become an actor? I will be on the screen. Will you watch my movies?” “Of course. Why won't I?” About two hours later when Weston drives to his parents house, Hannah is sleeping in the back seat probably tired of rambling for hours. He smiles as he parks the park and wakes her. “Have we arrived?” She asks, looking at him sleepily. Weston nods. “Big pop and lala are waiting to see you.” He helps her get out of the car and holds her hand. He's barely climbed the first step leading to the house when his mother rushes
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Later that evening, Weston is in the sitting room, watching Lorette and Hannah have one of their long funny conversations as they prepare for a visit to his parents. “When I grow older, I want to be a museum tour guide,” Hannah says. “Didn't you say you want to be a make-up artist some minutes ago?” Lorette asks as he helps her into her shoes. “I can do that as a side job. When I don't have clients in the shop, I'll quickly go to the museum,” Hannah says. “What about the online cooking tutorials? How are you going to have time for that?” “Oh…that? Daddy, I can shoot videos at midnight, right?” Weston frowns. “When are you going to sleep then?” “I can sleep for two hours.” “Two hours?” Weston asks in horror. “Yes. I am going to shoot the cooking tutorial videos for like two hours. Another two hours, I'll use it to shoot videos for my dance clas
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Three days later, Weston knocks at the door of a hospital room before going in. The patient on the bed raises his head. He stares at Weston then at Hannah whom Weston is holding.“You're okay?” Weston asks before realizing it's the dumbest question to ask a person on a hospital bed. “Yes…?” Jose answers. Weston can't really tell if Jose is trying to play dumb too or he doesn't know what he's saying. “Hannah, meet Jose, he's one of the best friends that daddy has,” Weston tells his daughter. “And, Jose, this is my daughter.” Jose's mouth parts slightly. He closes it a few seconds later and smiles. “She…she looks young.” Weston chuckles. “Young? What's a five year old supposed to look like? Old?” “I…sorry. I mean. Shit. You have a sure way of taking me by surprise.” “You think so?” Weston strides to Jose's bed. He drops the fruit basket in his hand on the table. “Last time I checked, you did some
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“Hey, Santiago,” his godfather says once there is an answer at the other end. “How are you, sir?”“I…I'm sorry.” His godfather shut his eyes. “What the fuck did you do again? I already told you I got Weston and Lorette covered. I have Weston's kid with me, I'll use her to—” “That's not it,” his father cuts in quickly. “I…um…I told Weston about Dylan.” For a lot of seconds, there is silence at the other end. “Where are you?” Santiago's voice is unbelievably too calm for the revelation. “Home, of course.” “Let's talk face to face.” Then the line goes off. The phone falls from his godfather's hand. He runs his hand through his grey hair. “You have a kid?” “Am I supposed to answer that?” “If I knew you had a kid, I'd have abducted her and used her against you. I had no idea at all.”What? Is he out of his mind? His godfather raises his head and looks at Weston. “Once San
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Weston can tell from the look on her face that there is something more. He waits for her to tell him. “I stumbled in on San and his father arguing one day, San was kind of telling his father to keep shut if he doesn't want his ass in the pool.” Weston waits. He's sure she isn't just telling him just for telling sake. There must be something more. He waits a while longer, forcing his damn brain not to think his daughter is five and she's with fucking Santiago. “He hates it when people snitch on him,” Lorette adds. “Kind of…he…” she lets out a deep breath. “Sorry. I just…I had no idea I'd be telling this to anyone.” For some seconds, she stops to get her emotions back together. “Even if San tells me something as little as what he ate last night that nobody knows about, he doesn't want me to tell anyone. When…I think we were sixteen when I first realized it. He told me he was fooling around with a girl and I kind of jokingly told the girl to tak
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Weston stops the car and runs his hand through his hair. “I begged you, apologized to you, did all sorts of things but you still didn't agree to get married to me, so why do you keep asking about your daughter?” “When did you apologize to me?” There is silence at the other end before Ivy starts to talk. “Okay, since you want to hear it, I'mma tell you. If there is anything I regret, it's having Hannah. I thought you would dump me for some other women later if I didn't have a child for you since you don't really seem all that ready to get married to me. I needed something to assure me you're not going anywhere and getting pregnant seemed like the best deal.” Weston bites hard on his lower lip. “You must have figured this out but I stopped using contraceptives without telling you. But I'm starting to realize it's all stupid now. If I knew Hannah was going to be a burden to me, I wouldn't have gotten pregna
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With rage, he dials Santiago's number. “What the fuck do you think you're doing?” He shouts. “Hey, you wanna make me deaf or something?” “Whatever shit you're up to, you should know better than to involve my daughter.” “What can you do?” “Where the hell are you?” “Not so easy, bro. Not so easy. I need to spend some time playing with Hannah and getting to know her before we come to an agreement of what to do. Till then, stay anxious.” With that, the line goes off. Weston dials the number again, it doesn't ring. Obviously, Santiago blocked him. He dials another number. “Find out where that fucking bastard is.” “Alright, sir.” He dials his father's number. “I need to find out where Santiago is.” “Okay. Is everything okay?” “No but I don't have the
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Weston comes out of his car. It's been more than thirty minutes since the cop pulled him over but he's not responded to him since then. The other cars he pulled over before Weston's are long gone and the cop doesn't seem like he has anything he's doing at the moment. “Excuse me,” Weston calls the cop’s attention. The cop glances at Weston. “I'll attend to you soon, I'm quite busy.” “If you're not going to come check whatever it is that you want to check, I might as well start going. I didn't do anything wrong in the first place.” “You didn't do anything wrong?” The cop scoffs. “Was that how you were supposed to put on your seatbelt? Was that how you were supposed to fasten it?!” Weston frowns. “What?” Is there a certain way to fasten seat belts? “Come with me,” the cop says, already walking to Weston's car. They get to the car and t
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“Daddy was smiling in the picture Abigail gave to me. And, daddy only smiles when he is with people he likes.” Santiago chuckles again. “How old are you?” “I am five years old. How old are you?” “Me? I'm the same age as your father.” “Daddy is…um…twenty five. You're twenty five?!” She asks in surprise.Santiago nods. “Yeah. Why?”“Daddy said monsters are old, like five hundred years old. And Father Richard said only monsters kill people. Does that mean you're a young monster?” The smile dies off Santiago's face. “I'm not a fucking monster.”“‘Fucking’? What does that mean? Do you have a dictionary? I'll look up the meaning.” “I mean, I'm not a monster. That's the meaning.” He glances at Hannah to see her staring at him. The glasses on her face feel like some gadget she's using to scan his thoughts. “What…” he clears his throat. “You can't see without your glasses?” She sighs. “It's a lon