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

“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

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

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