2024-11-05 18:51:23Weston 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 app he borrowed money from last month. If he doesn't pay up before tomorrow, they are coming to his house. His house? He smiles at his thoughts. Can he even say this is his house? The landlord promised last month to throw his things out if he doesn't pay the two years bill he is owing. With shaky hands, Weston copies the number on the card to his phone. He takes several deep breaths that only increase the pounding of his chest. He dials the number and turns on the phone's loudspeaker. “Hello?” The thick voice at the other end scares the shit out of Weston. The phone almost slips from his hand. “It's me, Weston,” he says. “You're finally ready?” The voice at the other end asks, sounding quite angry. “Yes, sir. I'm ready.” “Meet me at the CBRE group,” he says and hangs up. Weston wipes the bead of sweat on his forehead. He carries his traveling bag on the bed. He takes the few faded and over washed clothes he has in the closet and folds them in the luggage bag. He closes the traveling bag and takes one last look at the store that became his room a year ago. He closes the door, goes to the room that his daughter uses. Other than the bed in the room, it is empty. Weston swallows hard. This isn't the kind of life he had dreamt of for his daughter. This isn't the kind of house he had imagined living with his family. Weston closes the door. In his heart, he promises himself that by the time Hannah sees him again, he'll make her proud, he'll make her live the kind of life he dreamt of for her. He walks to the front door and gets out. For some seconds, he stares at the house. Shaking his head to keep back the memory that is rushing into his head, Weston hurries to the road where he boards a cab that drives him to CBRE group. At the front of the company, Weston dials the number he called earlier. There is no answer. “There are no free rooms here anymore,” Weston hears a guy say. He glances around. “Me?” Weston asks. “Yes. You. There are no free rooms here.” Weston smiles. “Thanks, but I'm not here for a room.” “Even if there are rooms, you're the last person I'd ever offer a room,” a familiar voice says. Weston doesn't have to look at the owner of the voice before he knows the person talking. So instead of replying to the guy, Weston starts to walk away. “Is it true Ivy finally left your fucking life?” The familiar voice asks. Weston stops. He turns around to look at the guy. “What?” The guy laughs and walks closer to Weston. “If you had listened to me, all these wouldn't be happening. What's so hard in selling your daughter and girlfriend to me? Do you have any idea what is going to happen to your precious little girl now that she is away from your sight?” Weston lets go of the traveling bag. He grabs the guy by the collar. “If you ever do anything to my daughter, you're dead.” The guy chuckles “Don't worry, man. We're cool. I mean, Ivy was all I needed, I just wanted the little girl as a bonus, but…” he grinned. “Ivy gave herself to me willingly, so?” Weston stares at the man, he is sure he looks confused, the wide grin on Jace’s face is enough to confirm that. “If you need pictures of your girlfriend naked in my bed, I can show you.” Jace slowly takes off Weston's hands from his collar. “I don't have use for girls like her, so we're cool. She's useless, I should add.” “Weston?” A voice that sent shivers down Weston's spine calls. Weston slowly raises his head to look at the owner of the voice. His father. Standing some meters away is his father. His father locks eyes with Jace. The two men exchange cold looks that signal that something is off between them.
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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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Lorette seems to sigh in relief at the other end. “You scared the shit out of me.” “I saw the mark behind his hand. Watch out for single line tattoos on the back of the right hand. They belong to BB." “BB for big boys?” Lorette asks. “Yep. By the way, we're still going to that guy's party?” “From the few information I have been able to garner, he is the guy with the highest population of students here and he's pretty cool. I think we should start with him.” “Where should we meet tonight?” *** At exactly seven p.m., Weston gets out of the room, locks the door. In his black shirt and crazy jeans with gold chain, he walks to the campus gate where he planned to meet Santiago and Lorette. Lorette seems to be trying hard to turn down a guy. As soon as she sees him, she leaves the guy and comes over to him. “Where is San?” Weston asks, glancing around. “He called me just now, he has a stomach upset.” “Did you eat something bad? Shouldn't he visit the hospital?” “H
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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.
