2024-12-15 19:12:26“We might not be able to see everything today,” Weston says.
“Why? Thought you're fully booked by me today?” Lorette asks.Fully booked? Is he some sort of hotel? “I have some things to do—”“Colt, can we start? I can't wait,” Lorette says. She licks her ice cream, a devilish smirk on her face.Ten minutes later, if there is any advice Weston can give anyone, it is: on no condition should you agree to go with Lorette to the museum if you're not ready to become some museum freak.For the life of him, Weston cannot tell why someone would be so interested in just a painting.He means no disrespect to Lorette's interests in those stuff but…but! How can you be so obsessed about trying to imagine what a painter was thinking while he was painting something about some hundreds of years ago?!“He is probably thinking about nature here,” Colt says. He points at a spot Weston can swear is not any different from the whole paintin
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“You brought it up. You've been doing that since last,” Lorette says.“Me? When did I?” “Anyway, I feel like I am on a mission to discover some hidden treasure anytime I'm in a museum.”“So, have you gotten today's treasure?” “No. You've been a hell of a distraction.”“Wish I could help, but I'm just not feeling it here.” “Come on, you just have to open your mind. Um… This…” she walks closer to a painting. “It was painted by Van Gogh the blue part here, makes it look like the sky…like you can touch the sky…” she glances at Weston. The way he's looking at her makes her feel like she's some nasty teacher forcing a dumb kid to learn the physics quantum theory. “Forget it,” she says. “Just think of it like you're looking at a series of pictures.”Weston sighs. “I'd rather read iTunes terms and conditions than think of this as looking at pictures.”Lorette scoffs. They don't say anything for a
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“Mommy?” The boy tries to touch a woman's clothing, and the woman quickly walks away. The boy tries a couple more times but no one seems to want to have anything to do with a boy looking like that. “Mommy?” The boy keeps calling.A guy looks at the boy and rolls his eyes. His girlfriend—or whosoever the girl clinging to him is— laughs at the little boy. One damn girl brings out her phone. At first, Weston thinks she's going to call for help but to his uttermost shock, the girl is taking videos or maybe pictures of the little boy.Angrily, Weston storms to the girl. He grabs the phone from her. He deletes the pictures and tosses her phone in her bag. He walks closer to the boy and carries him in his arms, not caring about the fact that his shirt might get dirty in the process. “Hey, Weston?” Lorette whispers to him as he leaves the place with the boy. “What the fuck are you doing?” Weston doesn't reply to h
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He plants kisses all over the boy's face. “Excuse me, sir?” The announcement guy says.The man looks at the announcement guy. “Thanks a lot, sir. If not for you, I'd have killed myself. Tyler is the only thing left to me in this fucked up life…” his voice gets croak. “I…ever since his mother left me, I have…I would have killed myself if not for Tyler. He's the best thing that has ever happened to me…”“But, he said he came here with his mother,” Weston says.“What? Tyler? You said that? Didn't we come together?” The man stares at Tyler. He uses a thumb to wipe Tyler's face, and the boy's eyelids drop.The man looks back at them. “You know how kids are. I've been trying to tell him that his mother left us but I guess he doesn't want to accept that.” “Excuse me, sir. If he said he came here with his mom, we can't release him to you without having evidence that he's your son,” Weston says. “Oh…that?” The man shakes his h
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“What…?”“Hop in. We have to save Tyler,” Weston says.Quickly Lorette goes to the other side and gets in the car. She almost hits her head on the car's dashboard as the car takes off. “Where the fuck did you get this?” She asks as she applies her seat belt. “I borrowed it.”“From?” “That's not important. What way did he go?” Weston asks.She points in the direction. Three seconds later, they are right on the damn guy's tail.“Where did you get the car, Weston?” Weston glances at her. He smirks. “You didn't kill anyone, did you?”“I'm not insane, Lorette. And even if I were, I wouldn't want to commit a murder in a public park.”“So…?”“Saw this guy with crazy drugs. I showed the dude my ID. Literally thought I was a cop. Dude froze and I moved into action. Grabbed his key and yeah, here's the car.” Lorette's eyes widen. “Don't look a
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“People do say I'm handsome too.” “They are not wrong,” Lorette says.“I know. But I'm not interested in you.”Weston glances at Lorette's face in the mirror. She isn't just telling lies, she is good at acting lies. Weston's tries not to smile at the way Lorette looks dejected.“You're the first guy who's ever rejected me.”“I don't like girls that don't mind their businesses,” the man says.“Oh…quite unfortunate that I won't be able to work on it before I die.”“I could give you a chance. So, when you change, I'll see if I can date—” there is total silence. Weston glances at them. Lorette's grab the man's neck. The man's eyes are bulging, rolling in their socket. Swiftly, Weston grabs the gun from the man's hand. He pulls over. He watches Lorette tighten the man's nose with two fingers. She uses the other hand to cover his mouth. The man's body is going limp. His eyes are bulging more and more.
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“Leave him in the car.”Together, they walk toward the building in sight. A woman in a suit comes to meet them at the door.“Hello, how may I help you?” The woman asks, a big smile on her face.“Where is your boss?” Santiago asks, his non smiling face showing the woman he isn't in the mood for exchanging pleasantries.“He's inside, sir. Do you have an appointment?” The damn smile is still on her face.“Lead us to his office,” Santiago says.“Where is the pass card?”“Miss, I said you should lead us to your boss,” Santiago says.The smile slowly disappears from her face. “There is no way you're going in without—” Santiago pulls out his gun. He raises it up. He blows some air on the gun before putting it back in his pocket. By the time Santiago looks at the woman, her hands are trembling.“This way, sirs,” she says, already going.“You scared the shit out of her,” Weston whispers to San
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“Next time you call anyone stupid, I'll make your brain stop working since you don't seem to know how to use it.” Weston stands up. He walks over to the man and crouches to the man's level. “I have just one question for you,” Weston says, his voice a whisper like he doesn't want anyone to hear what he's saying. “Those babies. You know them. Those babies. Where are they? Most of them…they don't know what happens to their babies, tell me where they are.” “I found use for the good ones, the bad ones, I mean, the sick ones, they are in hell. You don't expect me to spend my damn money on sicklings.”“What?” “Okay. You don't seem to get it.” Logan sits comfortably on the ground. He looks Weston straight in the eyes. “I was twenty five when I noticed a strange trend in the world. A fucking lucrative source of business that no one is making use of. Boys and girls that don't even know the difference of right hand to their left are making babie
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Weston runs off to the end of the room. He puts his gun in his pocket. He should put that in reserve. He might be tired by the time he's almost done with these guys, the gun will come in handy them.He rushes toward a man coming toward him, he gives the man a punch in the stomach near the kidney area, he kicks the man off. The man falls across the room in a scream.“Son of a bitch,” a man in the room cusses, probably at Weston.Two guys are closing on Weston. One of them hits his stomach before he can dodge it. Weston pulls out his gun, he shoots the two men before they know what's happening.He puts the gun back in his pocket. He wipes the bead of sweat in his head. He sends several kicks at different men. More men rush at him, their damn sweat almost suffocating him.By the time Weston glances at Santiago to see how he's doing, one of the men has Santiago cornered. The man is holding Santiago's neck. Santiago is trying as much as possib
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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
