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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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“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
