2024-12-03 19:10:56Weston glances at the cop. He smirks. “You should get a shave, sir. This look doesn't suit a cop at all.”
The cop stares at Weston. He seems like he's trying really hard to get a comeback from that head of his filled with crime cases. He nods and looks away.“Murderers who aren't remorseful are my biggest buddies. Will put you in your place soon,” he finally says.When they get to the station, the first thing Weston expects that they do is to interrogate him, but hell no, they push him inside a damn cell.“You're finally where you'll get humbled,” the cop who handcuffed him says.Weston looks around the cell. There is a guy lying on the ground. At first, Weston thinks the guy is asleep but the guy sits up. He doesn't take his eyes off Weston.“You're cool?” Weston mutters.“I sure am,” the guy says sarcastically.Weston clears his throat and sits on the ground. The floor feels rudely hard against his butt. Rea
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“That's bullshit.”“I have lost all hope of getting out of here. It's kinda cool here. There is really no discrimination in this place. Once you're here, everyone thinks you're a bad guy, so we're pretty much the same.”Weston can't help but be amused at the smile that falls across the guy's face. How a person can laugh in this guy's situation sure surprises him.“And the craziest part is that you get free food. It's bad, but since I really don't work for the food, I can't complain.”“They could have at least asked that you'd be bailed,” Weston says.“Yeah. They told me to call anyone I know to help me bring eight thousand dollars. Even…” the guy laughs. “Even if you start to sell my family beginning from my great-grandfather, we can't amount to that. Unfortunately, my mother is the only one available, so…” the guy laughs again.Weston bites hard on his lip. He must help this guy out of here. “I've been wanting to ask s
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Weston glances at the guy. The guy's eyes are already closing in sleep.“I think you should sleep,” Weston advises.“Huh? I'm not feeling sleepy.” But his eyes say differently.“You're sure you're not going to be bored?” He asks later.“I'm cool,” Weston says.The next seconds, the guy rests his head against the wall and is snoring.Weston looks at the guy for a few seconds. He smiles. He sighs. His head automatically switches back to his problem, why he's here in the first place. Throughout the night, he thinks about his plan and how to execute them as soon as the day breaks.He must have slept off but he has no idea. He opens his eyes to the shouts that seem like some argument. “If you're tired of your job, bloody resign!” A voice bellows.“I told you, sir, he's crazy. He'll end up dragging us all down if we don't do anything about him,” another person says.“How could yo
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“Before you do that, release the other guy in the cell with me,” Weston says.“Alright, sir. I'll do that, sir. Sit here…” the man pulls out a chair but Weston shakes his head.“I'll be back soon, sir.”Few seconds later, the man comes out with the guy. “Please don't say anything to the pres—” “You can go in, sir,” Weston interrupts the man. For more than two seconds, the man with a bald head looks at Weston in confusion. Weston frowns. That's when it hit the man that Weston doesn't want the other guy to know he's some person of authority.Quickly, the man goes inside, trying really hard to catch his breath as he goes. That was a narrow escape there. He might have ended up dead thanks to his damn subordinates. To think anyone dared arrest one of the Lawson family, innocently…“Damn it,” he mutters.Outside Weston holds out his hand for a handshake. The other guy holds it. “It is nice meetin
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One of them clears his throat. “Okay. We're sorry. Forgive us. At least, everyone makes mistakes.” “I'm counting to four, if you are still here on the count of four, you'll have yourselves to blame for whatever happens,” Weston says. “Why is it so difficult for you to forgive?” “One…” “Hey! Look, you don't have to treat us like beggars!” “Two…” “Alright, we're sorry. It'll never happen again.” “Three…” The three men glance at each other. At once, they fall to their knees. “Forgive us, please. We are very sorry.” Weston looks at them. He tries to calm his boiling temper. He bites really hard on his lower lip. He takes several deep breaths. If not for damn cops like this, his father wouldn't have said all that stuff about taking down some damn bad guys. He would probably—that's if he was born—be living a normal life
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“Not just her head, her wrist is badly broken. It might take another visit to the orthopedic surgeon to get it fixed but first, we need to make sure she wakes up.” Weston nods slowly. “I'll see you around later.” Weston slowly walks back to the room. The position he sees Lorette and the kid tells that something has gone wrong between the two. Weston shakes his head and walks over to the girl. “She's so bitchy,” Lorette mutters. “Dam…” okay, no cuss words. “Please, Lorette, don't talk again. You might end up filling her head with cuss words.” “See her glaring those fucking eyes—” Weston clears his throat. “Can we call your dad? Tell me his number again.” Again, the girl calls the number. It's the same number. This time, Weston dials the number. The person at the other end
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“I'm sorry…” Weston mutters.Clinton smiles. A sad smile. He nods and takes a sip from the coffee. “Times like this just don't favour me. I end up wondering if I could have changed things. If I didn't go to work that day, I could be by her side while she gave birth to Georgia, maybe if she had seen my face, she wouldn't have died.”“It's not your fault, man.”He nods. “That's what everyone says but sometimes when I think about the fact that my daughter can never see her mother face to face, I can't help but think I'm responsible for her death.”“Georgia is a smart kid, anyone could tell you did a great job raising her.”He smiles. “The nanny is the rightful person to give the compliment. By the way, what's up with you? You suddenly disappeared…when was it? Nine years ago?” “Ten.”“Right, ten years. Where did you go?” “To chill out.” Clinton shakes his head slowly, making a mocking ‘tsk tsk' sound. “W
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Weston chuckles.Lorette tries not to look at him. Why does his chuckling have to sound that good? It actually sounds like music. A music she wants to listen to first thing in the morning and last thing at night. What the hell? When did she start being one of those girls who imagine nonsense with guys?As soon as they get to the campus, Weston hurries to the library where Liam is waiting for him. Liam waves at him. He walks over to where he sits. He notices that he's the only one there, while the other section of the library is filled. That's actually one of the benefits of being respected.“Good evening,” Weston says. He sneaks a peek at the book Liam is reading. Seems like a horror novel, already, he can see the word ‘ghost’ more than four times.“Good evening. How is your brother now?” “He's fine. The surgery ended about an hour ago,” Weston lies. Liam nods. He brings out a key from his cross bag and give
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“I'm not in the mood for jokes.” “Me too!” Weston doesn't wait to hear whatever it is that Santiago has to say anymore. He finally gets to the conference hall. A black SUV is there. He gets in. The driver mutters some words of greeting to him before starting to drive.About seventeen minutes later, the car stops in front of an apartment complex.“The last room on the third floor,” the driver says as Weston is about to get out.Weston gets out of the car. He looks around before walking into the building. He stops in front of an elevator. All through the time Weston walks the corridor of the house, he doesn't meet anyone. In front of the building he's going to, he stops. He looks around. No one. No sound. He inserts the key and turns it. The door opens. He looks inside. There is only a bulb of light in the room. Right under that bulb is a guy. He raises his head as soon as Weston comes in.
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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
