2025-02-23 19:10:14He finally lets her alone when he's sure no amount of brain surgery can make her come alive. He grabs a scarf from the sofa and cleans her blood off his hand.
He walks to the door. He's about to open it when he hears a hiccup. He stops. He turns around. Oh…there is another living soul in the room? Wow. Damn. How come he even forgot to check the room where he saw the traces of light?Briskly, Santiago goes to the room. He opens the door wider and lets himself in. His eyes scans the room.At a corner of the room is a little boy huddled, fear visible on his pale face as he looks at Santiago.Santiago's feet stop. A memory flashes in his head. He was just like this boy, years back, vulnerable, scared, helpless and any of that shit no one would have imagined a kid to go through.“Please don't kill mama,” the boy whispers.Santiago stares at the boy, he can't deny that his heart went out to the boy. He slowly brings himself to go
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For the first time in her life, she feels all her energy drained from just having a normal chat with Santiago. She shakes her head and tries to get on her feet. This is a normal reaction. It's normal to feel like this when you get the news that a childhood friend is involved in the killing of innocent people. It's normal, she reminds herself as she goes to the oven to get the cake. As she eats some of the cake some minutes later, she looks toward the doorway leading to the various rooms in the house for the hundredth time. No one is here, she reminds herself. Santiago can never do anything to her. She hears a sound. She jumps out of her skin, grabs a cutlery knife and looks around. There is no one. She looks on the table and realizes it's her phone that fell on the ground. She closes her eyes and takes several deep breaths. It's okay, it's normal to feel like this, she reminds herself. At the same time, a part of her mind is question
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“The moment I kill you and Weston, I'm finally going to become the monster my father wanted me to be. A money making monster.” More tears fall from his face. “Isn't that cool? I'mma decorate your graveyard and make a lot of donations in your names. You two are cool, really. You're cool. I love your vibes but you know too much. You're going to rat on me later on. I don't want that.” Lorette trembles as the piece of plate pierce deeper into her skin. “St…sto.. stop. Stop!” Santiago shakes his head. “You made me do this, bitch.” Lorette looks into Santiago's eyes. She realizes her mistake. Santiago doesn't seem like he wants to change. He doesn't seem to want that. She can't…tears roll down her face. She can't change him if he doesn't want to change. “San…” she calls, her voice filled with tears. “My ex…the only ex that made me cry when I broke up with him…he…I cried because he said I'm too proud and you're the only one who can cope with my atti
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The car comes to a halt in front of the hotel. Barely has the car stopped when Lorette sees Weston rushing over to her. He opens the door before she can and looks in. He lets out a sigh of relief before muttering some cuss words under his breath. “I haven't paid him,” Lorette tells Weston after he helps her out of the car. Weston takes out his wallet and brings out a hundred dollar bill. He gives it to the cab man. “It's just twenty dollars and I don't have—”“You can keep the change, sir,” Weston says. The cab man expresses his thanks before driving off. “Can you walk on your own?” Weston asks her, staring at her. She nods. He glances at her legs. He looks at her. He's trying to take off his slippers for her when Lorette shakes her head. “It's okay.” “When men try to do things for women, they don't like it when women reject it. It makes us feel bad,” Weston tells her and sti
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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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The car comes to a halt in front of the hotel. Barely has the car stopped when Lorette sees Weston rushing over to her. He opens the door before she can and looks in. He lets out a sigh of relief before muttering some cuss words under his breath. “I haven't paid him,” Lorette tells Weston after he helps her out of the car. Weston takes out his wallet and brings out a hundred dollar bill. He gives it to the cab man. “It's just twenty dollars and I don't have—”“You can keep the change, sir,” Weston says. The cab man expresses his thanks before driving off. “Can you walk on your own?” Weston asks her, staring at her. She nods. He glances at her legs. He looks at her. He's trying to take off his slippers for her when Lorette shakes her head. “It's okay.” “When men try to do things for women, they don't like it when women reject it. It makes us feel bad,” Weston tells her and sti
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“The moment I kill you and Weston, I'm finally going to become the monster my father wanted me to be. A money making monster.” More tears fall from his face. “Isn't that cool? I'mma decorate your graveyard and make a lot of donations in your names. You two are cool, really. You're cool. I love your vibes but you know too much. You're going to rat on me later on. I don't want that.” Lorette trembles as the piece of plate pierce deeper into her skin. “St…sto.. stop. Stop!” Santiago shakes his head. “You made me do this, bitch.” Lorette looks into Santiago's eyes. She realizes her mistake. Santiago doesn't seem like he wants to change. He doesn't seem to want that. She can't…tears roll down her face. She can't change him if he doesn't want to change. “San…” she calls, her voice filled with tears. “My ex…the only ex that made me cry when I broke up with him…he…I cried because he said I'm too proud and you're the only one who can cope with my atti
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For the first time in her life, she feels all her energy drained from just having a normal chat with Santiago. She shakes her head and tries to get on her feet. This is a normal reaction. It's normal to feel like this when you get the news that a childhood friend is involved in the killing of innocent people. It's normal, she reminds herself as she goes to the oven to get the cake. As she eats some of the cake some minutes later, she looks toward the doorway leading to the various rooms in the house for the hundredth time. No one is here, she reminds herself. Santiago can never do anything to her. She hears a sound. She jumps out of her skin, grabs a cutlery knife and looks around. There is no one. She looks on the table and realizes it's her phone that fell on the ground. She closes her eyes and takes several deep breaths. It's okay, it's normal to feel like this, she reminds herself. At the same time, a part of her mind is question
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He finally lets her alone when he's sure no amount of brain surgery can make her come alive. He grabs a scarf from the sofa and cleans her blood off his hand. He walks to the door. He's about to open it when he hears a hiccup. He stops. He turns around. Oh…there is another living soul in the room? Wow. Damn. How come he even forgot to check the room where he saw the traces of light? Briskly, Santiago goes to the room. He opens the door wider and lets himself in. His eyes scans the room. At a corner of the room is a little boy huddled, fear visible on his pale face as he looks at Santiago. Santiago's feet stop. A memory flashes in his head. He was just like this boy, years back, vulnerable, scared, helpless and any of that shit no one would have imagined a kid to go through. “Please don't kill mama,” the boy whispers. Santiago stares at the boy, he can't deny that his heart went out to the boy. He slowly brings himself to go
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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
