2024-12-09 19:12:36Jose stares at Weston. It doesn't seem like Weston is telling a lie. Can he tell Weston that those fucked up guys almost killed him because he told them to hell when they asked about him (Weston)?
And most importantly, can he tell Weston he lied to the Achievers that Weston is already one of the Big Boys?“Did something happen between you and one of the Achievers?” Jose asks instead.“Was that why they came here? To get back at me because I did something to them?”“No. I was just asking. I got you some hamburgers. It's in the fridge.” Jose stands up from the chair and walks to the bed. He takes his headphones.“I need to go see someone. You can lock the door, I've got the key,” Jose says.“Okay.”Jose hurries out of the room. Outside, he paces around. What type of mess has he gotten himself into? Why the hell did that shit spill out of his lips? Now, everyone is going to think Weston is already a member of the Big B
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Weston is coming out from the bathroom in his towels when he almost bumps into Jose. Jose frowns, a kinda disapproving look on his face. “What?” “Where are your abs?”Weston hisses. “Don't make fun of me.”“I wasn't. I was just wondering how a guy's upper body could be so plain.” Jose takes off his shirt, revealing scarily damn six packs that anyone would have mistaken for those of a boxer.Wow! How could someone get those? “How…” Weston clears his throat. He walks to his closet, trying to sound as uninterested as possible. “How did you get those?” “By hitting the gym.” “Good for you.”“I know this gym nearby that's pretty cool. Some of my buddies went there and trust me, they have abs similar to mine after one month.”Weston scoffs. “That's bullshit.” “You wanna try?” Jose asks. He prays to dear God to please go into Weston's heart and make him say yes. The gym is the only way h
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At the other end of the room, Weston smiles at a girl on the treadmill. “I have a boyfriend,” the girl says.“I wasn't suggesting for you to be mine,” Weston says. He reduces the pace of the treadmill. Her glare sends daggers but well, that doesn't matter.“You're beautiful,” Weston says.“I know.”Okay. That didn't go well. He clears his throat. “I'll get straight to business.” “Please do.”“How long have you been coming here?” “Two years.” “Oh…” Weston looks at her well. “You were quite chubby when you started coming here?” The girl stops the treadmill. She stares at Weston. “I…am sorry…if you'd excuse me.” Weston quickly walks to another section of the gym. That was quite scary. He's just trying to get some information about the owner of the place from her.The man Jose went in with looks slightly familiar. He is still looking in the direction that Jose went
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The guy in the hoodie looks around. He clears his throat. He smiles uneasily. “Let's give him a round of applause.” No one answers him. The girl who accused Weston of hitting on her walks over to Weston, a bottle of water in her hand. She stretches it to him. “You're sweating.” Weston collects the water from her and gives it to the guy in the hoodie. “Your boyfriend needs it more. He needs something to take in the fact that I just bruised his ego.” The guy in the hoodie laughs. “Ego? What ego? I've got no fucking ego. What's ego when I'm standing right in front of my master?” Soon a crowd gathers around Weston. “Who taught you all those skills?” “Are you a new instructor here?” “How much are you willing to teach those skills?” Weston raises his hand. The questions stop. He clears his throat. “I'm also a trainee here. I look forwa
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“Oh, you had such a long time in the restroom. Your stomach must be freaking empty now,” Weston says.“Sorry, man, but we have to go,” Jose says. Weston looks at the guy in the hoodie. He smiles at him. “Nice meeting you.”The guy falls on one knee. “Nice meeting you, my Master.” Weston chuckles at the frown on Jose's face. They both walk to the door.“You make friends pretty fast,” Jose mutters.Weston chuckles.Outside, Weston clears his throat. He glances at Jose. His face is injured. His lower lip is slightly swollen.“You're okay?” Weston asks.“Yeah. Why?”“Just wondering what could have caused those on your face,” Weston mutters.Jose touches his lip. He is obviously trying not to show his pain but he grimaces. “You got into a fight?” Weston probes.“I hit my head on something. I was in a hurry so…yeah, I hit my head.”“The wall must be really stron
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“You're close to Liam?” She asks, her voice sounding extra cool, quiet and kind of seductive.How do girls do that stuff? Weston nods. “Kinda.”“You must be. He actually doesn't bring people over here,” she says. She adjusts her dress like she's pointing his attention to her curvy shape and long golden legs. Weston clears his throat. He should tell her he isn't interested in her before she gets too heartbroken. Yeah, sometimes things get crazy and some girls actually think he's interested in them just because he spends a few damn seconds having a conversation with them.“Please, can you help me out?” She asks.“What?” Help her out? With what? This isn't the new trend of asking a guy out, right? “Liam won't allow me to go to Adam RA’s concert.” “What?!” What's that got to do with him? “You said you were close!” She whines, like she's going to cry.Weston clears his throat. He subconsciously
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“Let's go,” Liam says. He's in black shirt and trousers according to the plan. He has a face cap on too that conceals a part of his face. Weston takes a deep breath and carries the shopping bag that has the lighter, the knife and a picture of a disarranged room. Together, they go into Liam's car. It's pretty dark by the time they get to Coben's dorm on campus. Weston stays at a corner where he watches Liam knock the door. The door opens and Coben comes outside. “What do you want?” Weston hears Coben ask. “I'm a big fan of yours.” Liam gives the bag to Coben. Before Coben can react, Liam is already running off. For some seconds, Coben stays by the door and looks in the direction where Liam went. He soon goes inside and closes the door. Quickly, Weston walks to the window of the room. He peeps in. There are about five guys in the room.
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“Oh…I'm just coming from there.” “The scene hasn't ended. Look…is he feeling sleepy? Why is he looking like that?” One of them asks, her eyes on the phone.“Lorette, can I have a second?” Weston asks.Lorette jumps down from the bed. She grabs a jacket and follows Weston outside.“You know something about it?” Lorette asks once they get out of the room.Weston shrugs. The environment is oddly silent. The only noise around is the distant one coming from where Coben is at the boys’ dorm.“You look tired,” Lorette mutters.“Huh? Really? I just need your laptop.”“For?” “I need to help a guy and his family out of the country before the weekend.” Weston shows her a picture on his phone.Lorette frowns. “Who is he?”“Coben's boyfriend. He told me how to get Coben scared.” Lorette glances at Weston. “And, why do you need to make him scared?” “He recently murdered Liam's
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Weston yawns. He rubs his face. Runs his hand through his hair. He might have to go for a hair trimming soon. He turns off the laptop and stands from the chair. He stretches his limbs and yawns again.He is about to lay on the bed when the door opens and Jose staggers in. He locks the door behind him. He leans on it and groans. “You're okay?” Weston asks. “Totally busted.” “What?” Weston walks over to him.“Help me out. I can't do this no more.” “What are you talking about?” “Please…just come with me tomorrow night. I promise I'll rather die than for anything to happen to you,” Jose says, his voice filled with emotion like he's going to cry soon.“I already told you, man, I have no interest in joining the Big Boys.”Jose's head falls. “Can't…can't…can't you just do this for me? I'll…I might die, Weston…I…” he raises his head, his eyes filled with tears. Weston swallows hard. He looks arou
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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
