2024-11-05 18:49:38Weston 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,” his girlfriend says sarcastically. “I like the chocolate candy more, mom,” the little girl intervenes just as Weston is wracking his brain for what to say. “Look, girl, don't you allow your father to brainwash you, there is a big life out there. Lots of girls like you are using an expensive phone that you father can never dream of getting you in the next—” “Babe, please, stop,” Weston says quickly. “Not today again. As you can see, I'm just coming from work, please stop.” For some seconds, Weston does not hear anything from his girlfriend. He glances at her. There is a smile on her face. The kind of smile that scares the shit out of him. What did he just say? He shouldn't have spoken to her that way. “Look, babe…I'm…I had a hard day at work…my boss was bitchy as usual…I didn't mean to sound that way…I'm—” “No need to apologize. As you can see,” she points to the traveling bag on the floor. “We are leaving.” “Leaving? Are you two going on a vacation?” Weston smiles nervously. “You could have told me. I'd have bought some extra candies for Han.” He risks glancing at his girlfriend. That is all it takes for the truth to hit him. He bites on his lower lips. “I promise, babe, things will be better. You just have to endure a little longer,” Weston pleads. “You can still say that? Don't you even have a conscience? Look at me. Look at me closely.” She moves closer to him as if he can't see her from where she stayed. “Was this how I looked when you first saw me?” Weston bites hard on his lower lips. “Look at my face. Was it this rough when you saw me ten years ago? Even if you are too blind to see how bad I have turned, take a look at your daughter. Did you bring her to the world to suffer?!” Weston stares at the cream coloured wall behind his girlfriend 's head. He can't…no matter how he tries, he can't bring himself to look her in the face right now. “I'm sorry,” is all he can say. “Sorry? Did you just say you're sorry? Is sorry going to do anything, you stupid man?!” Her voice explodes. Weston glances at her. Her eyes are filled with tears, like she is past bearing point. “You can't afford a three square meal for this small family and all you can say is that you're sorry?” Weston bites harder on his lower lips. His girlfriend grabs him by the collar. “What did I do to deserve this kind of treatment? Why did you trick me?! Tell me now!” Of course, she doesn't wait for him to say anything before she continues—just like that other times. “You clipped my wings. You got me pregnant and promised me a bright future.” Weston wants to remind her that it was her idea that they have a kid together, but he doesn't say that. He won't. Not in front of their kid. “You turned me into a house girlfriend, a fucking housegirlfriend at the age of twenty one, you wicked man!” She hits his chest. “I'm sorry,” Weston mutters again even though she was the one who decided back then that she'd be a house girlfriend and he'd be the one to provide for the family. “You made me blind. You made me a rebellious daughter. You…you made my parents disown me, you made a bad daughter then you…you…” she hits his chest really hard. “You blinded me with your stupid money and made me forget you didn't even finish high school.” Weston glances at her. The words hit him really hard. He didn't finish high school. “You're a failure, Weston and you have rubbed your failure on me. Are you going to rub it on your daughter too?” “I'm not—” She suddenly moves away from him and cleans her face with the back of her hand. “I regret giving birth to your daughter, but there is nothing I can do about it. I'll find something to do about her.”
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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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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
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The girls drop Weston's key on the chair and run into the waiting arms of the man behind the woman. “Daddy, mom is mad at me again,” Weston hears the girl say.“She's scary, isn't she?” The man asks, going back toward the pool. “It's because she's worried. Don't talk to strangers so she won't be worried.” “But, daddy, I don't want to swim,” the girl protests. “You should play a little like your brother…” Weston looks at the woman. He smiles at her. “She made me earn my keep.” He raises his key for her to see. “My key fell from me and she said I must work to get it back so I won't lose it again,” he explains, seeing the confusion on the woman's face. “Oh…” the woman sighs. “I'm sorry if she inconvenienced you in any way.”“No. It's okay. It's okay, really.” “Leave my husband to always take her side,” the woman says. “Well, that's what I get for having a child at twenty.” Weston looks at the woman'
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Lorette checks her face in the mirror, a frown appears on her face. “Shit.” She opens her bag and brings out some make-up kit. Weston watches in fascination as she applies it on her face. “You look beautiful without it,” he mutters to himself but she hears it. She glances at him with the corner of her eyes. “You said something?”“Yes. I said you could be doing this in a restroom instead of disturbing me here.” She rolls her eyes on him and continues applying the make-up. Soon, she's done. She clears her throat as she's about to open the door. “I hope you'll forget about what happened…the cry…I hope you'll forget it.” “Why should I? I like the sound,” Weston teases. She glares at him, opens the door, gets out and slams it. Weston chuckles. He watches her get inside a cab before he drives back to the hotel he's staying at. He parks his car in the parking lot and heads inside, throwing his key to t
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“If I did, it'd be stupid. I mean, this is someone I have known all my life. I trust him more than to get too suspicious about something like that. You know, we're pretty naughty sometimes, I could have done the same to him. That's just how close we are.” Weston taps continually on the steering wheel. “Jose is alive,” she mutters. Weston jerks a look at her. “What?”“He's still unconscious as of this morning but he's been responding to treatment.” “How…what's going on, Lorette?” Lorette grabs another piece of paper towel and wipes her face. “It's a long story.” She explains about how Jose came to her dorm the night before he (Jose) was almost killed. “After San dropped me at the hotel that night, I think I opened my eyes thirty minutes later and kind of started wondering where I was. I saw Jose's message on my phone, it kind of…” she swallows hard. “I just had to track Santiago's phone. It was almost late when I go
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Lorette feels something, something she can't really tell, slip out of place in her heart. No…it can't be possible. Santiago couldn't have done this. Santiago couldn't have done this to get her mad at Weston. She bows her head, stares at the table. She can feel all the tears in her eyes gathering and ready to fall. The first drop rolls down her right eye, next her left, next, countless drops roll down the face, drop by drop on the table. All she can be grateful for at the moment is the fact that she didn't pack her hair, it does a lot to cover some of her face. “Lo…Lorette?” Weston calls, seeing more and more drops of tears falling on the table. He can't really see her face but he doesn't need to to know she's crying. “That isn't you, right?” Weston asks. He doesn't get a reply from her, instead, more tears drop on the table. “I…” wait a minute…did Santiago say he did that? That can't be possible, right? No matter how bad Santiago might have su
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Lorette finally manages to pull away from Santiago. “I need to see him.”“No. You can't see him. You could kill him if you saw him. You should try to be calm first and think it over.” “No. I have to see him. I have to know why he chose to humiliate me this way.” Santiago sighs. “Maybe it was because he thought you were too clingy.” Santiago knows what he's doing. He knows how much she loathes that word ‘clingy’. Lorette’s face reddens. She stares at Santiago. “What?” “Look, Lorette, forgive Weston and let this go.” Lorette stands up. “I have to see him tomorrow.” “Tomorrow? I think he told me he was meeting a friend around…um…I'll check the address. I wrote it down tomorrow.”“Thank you for telling me this,” Lorette says and storms inside. Santiago relaxes on the sofa. What a damn good brain he has. He stands up and goes out with his second phone. He calls his father's number and leans on the wa
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“Just tell me.” “Lorette kind of told me they did some really bad things to her. I was mad, Weston, when I saw the marks on her body. She told me those guys did it to her. I swear I didn't think to question her, I just…I just felt she couldn't be lying to me because I have known her for a long time.”Weston can't think. The information is just too much at a time. “Why did you lie to me in the first place?” “I didn't know you were going to pack out of the house. I thought you'd forgive me so we can move over it and pretend nothing happened. I mean, I didn't want you to see Lorette as a bad person.” “But…why? Why did she do that?”There is a long silence at the other end before Santiago answers. “Lorette has a big secret. I…she has been hiding it all these while but she doesn't know I know about it.” “What's the secret?” “I'm afraid I can't tell you over the phone. How about we meet tomorrow? You say whatever time you
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Later that night, Weston lies on the bed and takes his phone. He's scrolling through the pictures in his gallery when a picture catches his attention. He stares at the picture. He feels all of his fucked up emotions that he has been trying hard to suppress all through the night swelling up and weighing in his face. In the picture, Jose is making a face, clearly annoyed and trying to stop Santiago from taking the picture. It feels just like yesterday when the three of them went to get a tattoo and the two of them were picking on him (Weston). Yeah, those two are always arguing and playing stupid childish games but they are always getting along well. He finds himself dialing Santiago's number. Santiago answers on the third ring. Santiago doesn't say anything. Weston also doesn't say anything. He has a lot of questions he wants to ask Santiago, he wants to ask Santiago why he killed Jose. He wants to tell Santiago th
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His father is trying to withdraw his hand from the gun but Weston's grip holds the man's hand on the gun. “Go ahead, sir. Don't be afraid. This is the time you have been waiting for. You're probably going to relish this moment for the rest of your life after I am gone.” “W-what what what the hell are y-you you doing?” His father stutters. Weston looks at his father in the eyes. “What? You're scared to do it?” “Have you lost your fucking mind?!”Weston nods slowly, a smile on his face. “Yes, sir. I have finally lost my mind. Thanks to you, it was easier to lose it than I thought.” He finally let go of his father's hand. The man falls back on the sofa, his face pale and widen as he stares at Weston. “You and I are the ones in on this,” Weston says, “let's not drag my daughter into this.” He picks his gun from the ground and walks to the door. He's about to open the door when his father's voice stops him. “I
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Later that night, Weston loads the gun, he tucks it in his pocket. He adjusts his black baseball cap and looks at the hotel building. He storms in. He doesn't give a damn about the security men asking him why he is here, he doesn't stop walking and to their luck, they don't come after him. Weston knows damn well he'd fill some head with lead if they dare stop him. Just as he enters the hotel, his phone rings. It's the same unknown number that called him earlier. He answers the call and looks around the reception. There is no one around, not even the receptionist is at her desk. “Go to the elevator on your left and come to the seventh floor. Knock on the door of the first room you see and open the door. I'll be waiting for you,” the person says and hangs up. Weston strides to the elevator, he goes in and presses the button for the seventh floor. He feels the gun around his pocket. It's either he kills that damn man tonight or nothing.
