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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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“For goodness sake, Weston, you can't do this…unless…well, it's your choice. If you succeed in getting an answer to my questions, I'll make you second in command to me but if you end up failing, let's not cross paths.”Weston nods and goes out. He took a packet of gum from his pocket and chewed it. Liam must really think he can't succeed in finding those answers for him to have promised him a position as his second in command.Weston blows the gum in his mouth. He summons the damn crazy resilient spirit that took control of him ten years ago that made him flee from home at fifteen.He can do this. He will do it. Whatever it takes for his father to acknowledge him as a damn precious child. He can't wait to see the fallen look on his father's face when he finally tells him, ‘hey, dad, I took down all the damn bad guys. You're okay now? Now, piss off.’ Just thinking about it sends adrenaline coursing through his body.“Are you okay?” Lorette's anxious voice tears the smile off Weston's
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For a couple of seconds, there is silence. “Am I starting to hear strange words in my head?” One of them asks.“Right? I'm not the only one who heard that?” The guy with the cigarette asks.Weston comes out from behind the wall and strides to them. “What could he have done to deserve such beating?”“Come here,” the guy with the cigarette says. “Come here and get on your knees beside him.” Weston chuckles. “Are you some gods…oh…you must be another damn leader of some shitty group.”“Are you drunk?” One of the guys walks over to Weston in a bid to grab him by the collar.Weston dodges, the guy almost lost his balance but he holds himself right in time.“Get on your knees while I'm still being kind,” the guy with the cigarette says.“You still haven't answered my question,” Weston says as if he isn't the one the guy with the cigarette is talking to. “What could the boy have done…” Weston kicks backward at the guy behind him, sending the latter crashing against a wall. One of the guys
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He looks relieved. He nods. “You're right. Friends are the ones who can deal best with each other.” He gives Weston another hard look filled with satisfaction before walking off with the other guys. Friends? Santiago? What the heck are they talking about? Is there another Santiago in the campus? Weston tries to make sense of what they are saying but it just doesn't sound all that meaningful. They must have said that to pacify themselves and make it less hurting that the boy they were supposed to be picking on just slapped their commander. The thought elicits a chuckle from Weston. The boy…Weston glances at the boy. The boy isn't shaking now but he still looks scared. “You're cool?” Weston asks. “Those guys, they won't hurt you, right? They won't do something bad to you, right?” The boy asks, fear in his eyes. Damn. Who sent a boy this young to college? Weston is tempted to ask the boy of his age but he doesn't. That might sound a bit rude of him, instead, he shrugs. “I'm not sca
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Weston waits. There is a little silence before Lorette says: “I give you two days to sort this shit out.” Quickly, Weston returns to the staircase and pretends like he's just coming. Lorette comes out of the door. She looks quite startled seeing Weston. Weston waits for her to say something. She doesn't. She just smiles at him and race past him. He takes a deep breath and walks inside the room. Santiago is pacing around the room. He stops when he sees Weston. “Hey,” Weston says. “Bro, I'm so sorry for what happened yesterday. I guess I totally lost it because of the stress of moving here. I mean, it's nothing compared to my room.” He gestures at the empty takeout cartons on the ground. “Something up with you and Lorette?” Weston asks. “Not really. She…” Santiago shrugs. “She gets bitchy sometimes.” He walks to the closet. “You're going to the lecture room?” Th
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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.
