2024-12-21 19:10:08“Fuck me!” The other guy whispers back.
“He's inside, Jose,” one of the guys says.Jose nods. He leads the way to another room.There Weston sees the commander. He's on a sofa surrounded by a couple of half naked girls. A gentle rap song is coming from a speaker in the room. The Commander gets on his feet when he sees them.Something doesn't feel right. Weston just can't wrap his head around it. The room is too…weird.The commander walks over to Weston and pulls him in a chest bump.“How are you doing tonight?” The commander asks Weston.“I'm cool.”“He told you my name?” The commander asks.Weston glances at Jose. He's rubbing his hands down his pants again, a smile…a nervous smile on his face.“Of course, he knows you're Noah,” Jose says quickly.Weston looks around the room. He sees more people now. A lot of guys, a lot of girls. Some of the girls are almost naked. Still, th
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She stretches her hand. Weston holds her by the waist instead and leads her to the dance floor. “I need to get something inside!” The girl shouts above the sound of the song.“I'll wait for you!” Weston shouts back.“It's hard looking around for people. I promise I won't be long,” the girl says. “Alright. Let's go.” Getting away from the damn floor, Weston swears, is the biggest task he's ever done in his life. The smell of expensive colognes mixed with sweat and alcohol almost suffocates him before they get away from the place. Weston has never been grateful for breath as much as he is when they finally get a quiet place. “Will be back soon,” the girl disappears inside one of the doors around. Weston leans on the wall. Damn. He feels a dull pain in his back. He should be in the dorm resting right now. He stretches his limbs. He groans. He might need a massage.“How many you've got?” Weston hears
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Weston bites hard on his lower lip. He takes out his phone and dials his ex girlfriend's number, ignoring the fact that it's been more than a week since they departed. More than a week since he heard his daughter's voice. The number rings but there is no answer. The third time after the call is directed to voicemail, Weston tries his daughter's number. It's switched off. Weston dials Jose's number. Luckily for him, Jose answers the call. He must be out of the damn party room because there is no noise in the background. “I need to go back to the dorm. Right now,” Weston says.“Where are you?”Weston looks around. He describes the place. Jose soon comes to meet him. They get out of the place through a door leading to the back of the gym. “You're okay?” Jose asks.“No,” Weston mutters.Jose seems shocked like he's not actually expecting Weston to give him an honest reply. “Any way I can help
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Weston almost turns on the light to ask Jose if he is kidding. “But I don't give a shit about the money, it's just…the mental aspects. You get what I mean?” Jose adds “If you're tired of it, then leave the group.”“I would have if I could. The second-in-command doesn't leave the group just like that,” Jose mutters. “You could change to another college.”“I'm scared.”“Of?” “I don't want to go back to the life when I had no friends. It's scary.” Again, Weston doesn't know what to say so he just keeps quiet.“I really miss my parents. I just…I wish I could just spend some time with them.”“I'mma grant that wish,” Weston says.Jose chuckles. “Are you Santa Claus or something?” “I'm serious.”Jose chuckles again. “Thanks for making me laugh.” ***By the time Weston opens his eyes again, sunlight is coming through the window. He jumps out of b
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“You're a super rich man. Heard Robert founded a university too.”“Robert? Wow! I'm really getting old then.”The guy glances at him. “You're growing a beard now?”“Damn! What type of question is this? You too? You've got a girlfriend now?”“I'm married.” “Good for you. Honestly, you're fat now. Time flies really well,” Weston says.“Care to tell me what you did after running away from home?” “Nothing much. Parties, girls, you know the stuff.”The guy shakes his head. “If I were your mom, I'd make you go to prison for what you did. Man, your mom came to my house with some search parities, like, she didn't believe I wasn't hiding you in my house! It was crazy!” Weston chuckles. “And you, how were you behaving while they searched the house? I bet you were trembling.”He rolls his eyes. “Your mom is scary, you know it.” Weston laughs hard. “What did your dad do? Tell you to emulate my
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Weston bites back the urge to ask his brother to stop the boring talk and get right into business. Who does he think he wants to fool? “Weston, you know, you don't have to forgive anyone. If possible, make dad carry the guilt of how he treated you to the grave,” his brother says.“Okay, sir.”“I've been guilty…I can't stop thinking I was one of those who made life hard…I…” his voice quavers. He clears his throat. “I'm sorry. I've been tearing up so easily lately. So…I…I've been checking up on you, so that's how I found out about your wife and kid.”“I'll appreciate it if you don't check on me behind my back,” Weston says.“I'm sorry, Weston. I really am. You're the last born in our family and…” his voice turns quavers again. Damn! His brother is not crying, right? “You know…Weston, I…saw…I saw her.” Weston glances at the line. The last person on the line is getting checked now. “What are you saying
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“Don't worry, sir. He's more trained than a military man. Think of him as a stupid beast who doesn't back out until he's got what he wants,” Lacey says, a grin on her face. “I will take your word for it. If you could get my grandson, I'm making the contract a lifetime one.”“Alright.” Lacey hangs up.Her brother walks over to her with his cup. They make a toast and both sip from the cups.“That was easier than I thought,” Weston's brother says.“I haven't been able to sleep for the past two days,” Lacey muterrs.“I haven't slept for the past week. If we get this contract, I'll be fulfilled for the rest of my life. And, dad will finally see how important we are.” Lacey nods. “What do we tell him? I'm sure Weston can't come out of that place alive.”“Oh…we'll tell him Weston came to visit me. He overheard the conversation between me and the chairman, pulled a gun on me and threatened to shoot me if I didn't tell
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A car Damien provided is waiting for Weston outside. Weston looks at them as the car drives past them. They really look sad. Maybe they are not bad after all. Ivy has a lot to explain today. She had better have a reasonable explanation as to why she left Hannah on her own.Weston isn't sure of his feelings all the drive to where his daughter is. One moment, he's feeling guilty for leaving this daughter with his girlfriend even after knowing how little she cares about Hannah. Another moment, he's feeling damn angry with his damn self for being this stupid father. The car comes to a halt some distance to an abandoned warehouse. As soon as he steps out of the car, his phone rings. The call is from a restricted number. He answers the call as the car drives off.“You come here with a fucking gun and he dies,” a voice says at the other end. “I'm not with anything but if you dare touch her, you will regret the rest of your
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“Please…” the man groans. “Spare…me…?” “Who are you?” “The…the…chairman…he…knows…” “Who's the chairman?” Weston asks.“You…know…”Weston gets on his knees beside the man. The man's eyes bulge in fear.“You want me to continue?” Weston asks.“The chairman…Mr…Walmer…sent…us…Mr Walmer…he's the one…he knows…the chairman knows…”“What chairman are you talking about?” Weston growls. The man's legs trashes on the ground violently. “I…don't…want to…die…please…spare…” Weston stands up and tramples the man repeatedly under his boot. “You should have considered that when you abducted my daughter.” Weston hisses. He stops when he's sure the man is dead.He saunters to the corner where his daughter is. He carries her in his arms. Wait a minute. This…this isn't his daughter.His daughter's hair is longer. He looks at the kid in his hand. The kid is a boy!W
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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
