2025-02-10 19:10:15Weston looks around. What the hell is going on?
“Sir, I-I am sorry. This car isn't mine. My boss sent me on an errand with this,” the man says. “My boss will surely kill me if I go home with the car like this. My wife and daughter are waiting for my salary to have their meal tonight and there is no way I'm getting a salary if I return the car to my boss like this.”“So, what do you want me to do?”“Anyway you can be of help, I'll appreciate it.”Weston nods. “I'll help you by walking away. Because if I were to react based on what you accused me of, you'd spend a day or two in detainment for accusing me of what I didn't do.”Weston goes around to the driver's seat, ignoring the man's plea. Some people surely are daring.He hisses and drops the grocery bag in the passenger’s seat.Yeah, the man is desperate. Yeah, the man needs help but he shouldn't have done that. Weston pulls out of the parking lot. He's on the road,
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“She turned five some weeks ago,” the man says. Weston notices a smile, this time a big smile on the man's face. “She's very good at arithmetic. Sometimes I'm watching her solve arithmetic problems and I'm wondering where she got her brain from.” Exactly, Weston thinks. Hannah loves mathematics. Sometimes he'd be the one to force her to get some food down her stomach once she starts to solve those questions. “She's also good at talking, boy oh boy. She…” the man chuckles. “She says things that are bigger than her age. And, I just realized some other things about in the last few weeks and it's her love for cooking. She's been turning my kitchen into a mess.” “That must be tedious,” Weston mutters. “It's nothing to me. The fascination I get from watching her is enough not to mind the mess.” Weston chuckles. “And now, she's been begging me to take her to a museum. I think she just found some crazy passion for artifac
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Ivy looks at him sharply. “Who said I still find you beautiful?” “If you're not going to get married to me, don't talk shit—”“I didn't love you when I met you back then,” Weston confesses. “I'm being honest with you right now, it wasn't love I felt for you. I admit I was infatuated, I was just fifteen, I get infatuated by women from time to time but the reason I agreed to allow you to live with me was because I was sorry for you.” “Shut—”“I'm not done,” Weston says. “I ran away from home too when you saw me. But, did…” Weston laughs drily. “I was hoping you'd ask me why I ran away from home but you never did ask me.”“I…asked…I…didn't I ask?” “When did you ask?” Weston counters. “Don't tell me you're holding a grudge because of that shitty thing. You're not a kid—”“You never did ask, Ivy. I was hoping you were going to ask me.” “Sorry about that but it's in the past now. As you said, w
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The man walks closer to Weston. “I have met a lot of guys like you who prove stubborn at first but the moment I whip them the first time, they're screaming their mom's name. On the second whip, they're peeing in their pants. On the third whip, they faint. On the fourth, they're back to consciousness. On the fifth, they're begging me, apologizing to me as if I am the one they wrong. So this whip—” the man shakes the whip in Weston's face. “—This whip is a miracle worker. I'm guessing, with your stubbornness, you're going to get more than five of these. I haven't gotten past five whips before but it doesn't hurt to experiment, huh? I'm whipping you eight times.”Weston walks closer to the man having had enough of the chatter. The man laughs. “What are you doing—” a loud groan fills the air. Weston gives the man one more punch in his big stomach near the kidney area. The man falls backward, crashing on the ground like an eighty kilogram bag of ric
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“Are you trying to drag me to the grave?” Weston takes a sip of water. “What?” “We both know a guy like Jace would be very dangerous and I thought you learnt enough from our experience with Mateo.”“Well…” she leans on the table. “I only said that to get San off my neck. You know how he is, always trying to be protective even though he knows how much I hate it.” “I get that, but what do I have to do with your outrageous plan?”“Don't you see I already changed? If it were before now, I'd have gone alone.” Lorette says. “Exactly. What's your plan?” “So I checked up on his house, he needs a guy to mow his lawn on Friday mornings and on that same Friday, his chef always comes over to make his side dishes. I think that sustains him all through the week.” Weston takes another spoonful. He chews it. “I wasn't joking the other time when I said Jace recognizes me.”“That's no problem.” “What?” We
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He looks at her sharply. She's not some mind reader, right? “I mean, you had the tattoo on your chest,” Lorette says. “I was kind of curious about who she is.” “She's my daughter,” Weston says. “Your…” Lorette gasps. As she is about to talk again, she hiccups. “Drink some water,” Weston tells her. She drinks the rest of the water in the bottle but still, the hiccups don't go away. Weston pats her slowly in the back. “Calm down.” “Wait.” Lorette moves away from his reach. “You're not kidding…right?” “Do I have any reason to joke about this?” “You didn't have to say something as drastic as…” she stops halfway seeing the seriousness on Weston's face. “I'm sorry. I'm just…I'm sorry.” An awkward silence follows. “So…” Lorette says trying as much as possible to get herself out of the mess she created. “So, Hannah is your daughter?” Damn! What's she saying? “Yes,” Weston
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The next morning, Weston is rubbing his eyes to remind himself he can't stay in bed all day when he sees Lorette coming out of her room. He notices her looking sharply away as their eyes meet.“About last night—”“I got a call from my ex boyfriend last night,” Lorette cuts in rather fast. “Huh?” “He called and asked if we could meet,” Lorette says. Weston nods slowly. Where does he come in with this? “I suppose you can go anywhere you want…I don't think you have to…or is there something you want me to do for you?” “I might not be back until late at night. We have a lot of catch up so you could fix dinner for the three of us, that's if San comes home tonight.” “Have you called him this morning?” “His phone was switched off.” Weston nods. “Alright.”“My ex should be waiting for me.” Weston nods again. “Alright.” As soon as she leaves, Weston manages to brush h
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Something clicks in Weston's head. This man…wasn't this the shitty man that was talking nonsense the other day while they were coming from Mateo's? Weston returns the man's smile. Some people don't learn lessons, do they? “Where is Santiago?” The man chuckles. “Guys, deal with him.” Immediately, some hands pull Weston inside the room. The door closes firmly behind him. Weston glances around the room for sight of Santiago. He can't find him. He looks back at the men in front of him. A smile escapes his lips. Really, he can't figure out why he's thinking of the game he just finished playing. All these men…. like six of them, funnily, they look very similar to the animation enemies he dealt with in the game. Weston doesn't wait for them to make the first move. He grabs one of the men and sends a hard punch in the man's face. He can't be sure but to the best of his knowledge, it will take a very experienced doctor to fix the gu
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Lorette hears the doorbell ring. She looks toward the door. Who could they be? Santiago and Weston are not around and they are the ones who are always ordering pizzas. She stands up and goes to the door. She really doesn't remember telling anyone the address to this place and she doubts Weston or Santiago did that. She opens the door. A woman is standing in front of the door. The latest brand of traveling is beside her, she's holding a limited edition bag that cost about two million dollars. She looks at the woman. Kind of young but she sure looks like the type of woman who pisses her off. “Hello?” Lorette greets. The woman is looking at her in disgust. Lorette almost rolls her eyes on the woman. Isn't she (Lorette) the one who is supposed to be looking at the woman like that? “How can I help you?” Lorette asks, slapping a smile on her face all for the sake of politeness. “Isn't this Weston's house?” The woman ask
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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
