2024-11-05 18:50:08Weston'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. “See? I told you you don't understand a thing. We're not coming back ever again.” Again, Weston stares at her. “What did you say just now?” Instead of replying to him, she sits beside their daughter on the sofa. "Who do you want to go with? Mommy or Daddy?" Weston watches his girlfriend ask their four year old daughter. Without thinking, the kid answers, "I want to live with the two of you.” "You can't, girl, you have to choose between coming with me or staying with daddy." "But..." The little girl's voice chokes with tears, "my teacher says family is to live together." "Not all families live together; we are one of those families who would never live together." "I'll stay with daddy." “There are a lot of reasons why you can't stay with daddy, okay?” His girlfriend says. “Why? What reasons?” "Daddy is poor and poor people stink. If you continue staying with him, and Ariel and Barbie finds out, they won't want to be friends with you anymore. Everyone in your class will think you've got poop on you and they won't want to sit with you in class.” “Babe, will you stop this?” Weston says as he watches his little girl looking sad at what his girlfriend told her. Instead of acknowledging him, she continues talking. “Just come with me, I will find you a better and wealthy Daddy who will buy you whatever you want, take you on vacation to Paris and Dubai…” A loud annoying honk outside muffled the rest of his girlfriend 's words. “She must be here. Let's go, girl.” His girlfriend stands up and carries her traveling bag. She drags it outside. Just as Weston is going outside to see who is there, his daughter grabs one his hands in her two tiny hands. He crouches to her level. “Daddy, promise me you'll come for me when you are rich.” Weston stares at her for some moments, choked with emotion. “Mommy will take care of you.” “No,” she says stubbornly. “I like you more than I like mom. You read me stories every night, take me to the school every morning and get worried when I am sick but mommy never does any of those.” Weston smiles at her. “So, promise me you'll come for me when you are rich.” She stretches out her pinky finger. Weston interlocks his pinky finger with hers. “I promise.” She smiles and he carries her in his arms outside. Outside, Weston hears his mother-in-law talking to his girlfriend. As soon as they see him, they both stop talking. “Good evening, ma'am,” Weston greets his mother-in-law, bowing slightly. “Are you taking that bastard with you?” His mother-in-law asks his girlfriend like he didn't just finish greeting her. “Yes, I'll find use for her.” It is when his girlfriend replies that Weston realizes who his mother-in-law is referring to as a bastard. “With due respect, ma'am, my daughter is not a bastard,” Weston says, staring hard at his mother-in-law. The woman looks at him in total disgust but doesn't reply to him, instead, she continues talking to his girlfriend . “There are two men waiting to get married to you, I am not sure either of them will want to marry you if they realize you are the mother of this thing.” She points at Hannah. “I can't leave her with him, Mom, I don't want him coming to my life later on and asking me for money to take care of his kid.” “You can go, Ivy, leave her with—” “This your pauper husband has got some gut, Ivy. Didn't you tell him people like him are not supposed to talk in front of me?” His mother-in-law interrupts him. “He's not my husband. We didn't get married. I stayed with him because he impregnated me and threatened to throw my baby in the orphanage if I ever tried to leave him,” Ivy lies, much to Weston's surprise. His mother-in-law snaps her fingers, all of a sudden, some hefty men come in front of him, grab his daughter from him and take her inside the car, not minding the little girl's screams. “Don't you ever come looking for us, we're going far away from Los Angeles,” his girlfriend says, looks at him in total disdain, stamps her feet on the ground as if saying a goodbye to everything that represents him. Weston watches as his girlfriend gets inside an expensive car. He stays there, watching as the car drives off, followed by four other expensive cars.
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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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Santiago grabs Weston's hand. “I need to see you for a second.” Weston darts an apologetic look at Jose before going outside with Santiago.“What was that?” “You're screwed, man. Fucking screwed.” Santiago paces around.“What happened?” “That guy with a tattoo that I saw coming out of your room is the Big boys’ commando.” “Big boys, a cult?” “Yeah. The fucking second to the most notorious one in the campus,” Santiago answers.“That's bad.”“Worse than bad. If he comes to see someone in your room, then you're totally screwed.”Weston chuckles. “I had no idea you were this scared.”“Listen me, Weston, the Big Boys' don't take no for an answer.”“I don't have anything to answer for. Why are you this scared?” “Don't you get it?” Santiago asks, a frustrated look on his face.“Sorry?” “If the commando came to your room to see that creepy looking roommate of yours, it only means one thing: your roommate is a member of the cult.”“Come on. Tell you what? Another guy invited me to anoth
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Weston opens his eyes. It's morning. He stares at the white ceiling. Five years ago, his daughter was born. Five years ago, he became a father. He can still remember how anxious he felt as he wore the disposable surgical gown to see his wife and kid. He can still remember the way his heart felt as he wondered if he wasn't going to hurt his daughter as he carried her in his arms. He swallows hard. If anyone had told him that day that five years later, he wouldn't know where his daughter was, he'd have told the person to stop telling bullshit. He sits up in bed. He glances at Jose's bed. It's empty. Weston grabs his towel and goes to the bathroom to take his bath. Five minutes later, Weston is making his way to the cafeteria to get something to eat. He orders for his daughter's favourite. The meal she always suggests they make on her birthday—chicken and wafflesThe cafeteria is very scanty because of yesterday's incident. Alm
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All the students are gathered there, the seats are all almost filled. Even with all that population, the hall is very quiet like a funeral gathering. Weston sits on one of the chairs at the back, Lorette and Santiago sit in the chairs in front of him. “Mic testing…” echoes around the room. About three seconds later, the VC comes in stage. He has a sheet of paper in his hand which he slaps on the lectern. Without greeting, he gets straight into his speech that seems to have been seething in his head since a million years. “What more can you guys do?” His voice is the normal tone surprisingly. “If you want to die, why don't you go home and do that? If you're tired of your lives, go home and end your lives!” He holds up the sheet of paper in his hand. “Let this be the last time something like this ever happens here. You all have businesses, some of you are already CEOs! Do I have to have reporters lurking a
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Burning with rage, Lorette adjusts her face cap and enters the cyber cafe. She sights an unused laptop and goes there. She pours her heart into the writeup that will end up being Mateo's suicide note. About how he's sorry for pretending that he gives a damn about women, about how sorry he is for killing all those thirty six women, about how there is no best gender…She types until she can't feel her hands as part of her body anymore. Done. She stands up and leaves after sending the letter to the appropriate place. It is not until she is inside the taxi and is going back to the campus that she remembers Santiago and Weston. Damn it. She shouldn't have reacted like that before leaving them. She tries to think…what does Santiago likes the most? She scrolls through her Instagram followers. She nods slowly. Girls will do. By the end of two blind dates, Santiago will forget all about it. “Hello. You're pretty. You're interested in
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“Wait here while I go check what's going on,” Santiago says. Santiago opens the door, comes down from the car. He should be able to negotiate with them. He can't have them spilling that fucking nonsense in front of Weston. This is why killing Mateo in the first place was a bad idea. “You're brave now, huh?” One of the men who is already out of the car asks. “I can explain,” Santiago says quickly as quietly as he can. “What? You can explain?” The man asks, an amused grin on his face. “Look, my guy—”“If you don't shut your mouth, you're going to lose two teeth and I damn well mean it,” the man says.Santiago glances at the car. “They're your priority now, huh?” The man asks, also looking at the car.“I swear it was a mistake.”“If you say that shit again, I'm not going to warn you before I take off the teeth.” Santiago hears the car door close. His heart literally jumps out of hi
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“Wait here while I go check what's going on,” Santiago says. Santiago opens the door, comes down from the car. He should be able to negotiate with them. He can't have them spilling that fucking nonsense in front of Weston. This is why killing Mateo in the first place was a bad idea. “You're brave now, huh?” One of the men who is already out of the car asks. “I can explain,” Santiago says quickly as quietly as he can. “What? You can explain?” The man asks, an amused grin on his face. “Look, my guy—”“If you don't shut your mouth, you're going to lose two teeth and I damn well mean it,” the man says.Santiago glances at the car. “They're your priority now, huh?” The man asks, also looking at the car.“I swear it was a mistake.”“If you say that shit again, I'm not going to warn you before I take off the teeth.” Santiago hears the car door close. His heart literally jumps out of hi
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She puts the gun back in his pocket and starts to ascend the staircase leading out of the basement. “Let's get San and get out of here,” she says without stopping a bit. Wow. Wow. Great, isn't it? She won't say anything for him risking his life to come all the way here to get her? Talk about having dead emotions. She isn't even going to apologize for leading them here with her damn stubborn ideas?Directing all his anger in his legs, Weston ascends the steps with full force that might have broken all the staircases off if his legs were capable of that.“San. Wrap it up with her. Let's go,” Weston says into the covert earpiece. ***“San. Wrap it up with her. Let's go,” Santiago hears Weston say in his ear. He stops walking. The woman beside him…his first love…the only woman who has managed to steal his heart also stops.Santiago pulls her in a hug. He says the words he knows she wants to hear. The words he's been dying
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“Of course. I'm dying soon, so?” “I love your courage. Of the thirty seven women I have brought to this room, none of them have tried to listen to my story, but you…aren't you scared?”“We'll die one day.”“Yeah. Sure…well…you know, you women…how do I put it?” He thinks about it for a few seconds. “You women are the ones who need validation the most. You're the only set of people who want to be complimented about every little thing you do. You want everyone to take note, to tell you you're good at something. Have you no brain? Can't you tell your lipstick looks damn creepy without having someone point it out? What's the mirror for?” Why does Lorette feel like Mateo is describing himself? Instead of asking him that, she sits down and cross her legs. “Doesn't everyone need to be complimented?”“Yours is on another level. Why the hell can't you figure out if you've added weight without asking your boyfriend?”Lorette chuckles. “I
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She looks back at Mateo. Her heart skips a beat. Mateo is standing right in front of her. Was that the agenda behind the room? To distract people? She tries to take a step backward but he stops her. Again. By surprise. By damn surprise. He reaches out to hold her hand. Slowly, carefully like he's worried about hurting her, he takes off the ropes he used in tying her hands. Once they are free, he stares at them. Then look at her. “Are you okay?”No. Lorette shakes her head. She's not having any of this. If these are the little tricks he uses in killing women, she isn't going to have any of that. “Why are you not doing anything?” Lorette asks.“What?” “Why did you unload the gun, take off the ropes from my hand and ask if I'm okay when you're going to kill me in the next few minutes?” He smiles. For a moment, she almost forgot he's a killer. He looks so…caring…like her father. He's looking at her t
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Weston nods. He sits down and takes another sip from the soda while he watches them go. As soon as the door closes, Weston walks to the kitchen where he saw the housekeeper come out the other time. “You could have called me…” the words trails out of the woman's lips as she sees who is there with her. “How can I help you, sir?” “Don't shout.” Weston pulls out his gun from his pocket. The woman moves back. She hits her back on some of the utensils on the cabinets, they all fall to the ground, some creating a scattering sound.“Don't be scared. I won't kill you. That's…if you cooperate with me,” Weston says.The woman nods vigorously. “I'll…I'll…I —”“Where is Mateo’s room?” “Over there,” she says, pointing behind him. “Lead the way,” Weston says. He holds the gun close to the back of her head. She walks out of the kitchen, gets past the dinning and is walking toward a room when she stops.
