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Pay Back Time

March 17th, 2010

Inspired by @VeryShortStory : Years later, sitting alone in his mansion, with no one to hold him, it finally hit him. "This is what she meant."

Oh, the pain in his chest! He couldn't get up and he could not call out, it seemed like some large person was sat on his chest. As he clutched and scratched at his chest, weirdly he recalled a joke by some black comedian discussing his heart attack and how his heart was reprimanded him for eating those big pork sandwiches and the sugary drinks and the alcohol. Funny enough he had watched that DVD with her on one of those rare 'us' occasions.

But he wasn't like that, he was different, He was not some sloppy, over-eating, under exercising slob. He had concentrated on building his fortune; he worked like a slave building the empire that would ensure he would have all the things his heart desired. It was just that his heart at this moment in time desired to hurt him badly, very badly.

There was nobody around, no-one to call, even just breathing was sore. The servants had all knocked off for the evening and he had been sitting there sipping his brandy, contemplating the completion of yet another multi-million pound deal, the one that would allow him to retire, so much bigger than the last one when he had promised it was time to stop. Both deals, in fact, the last five or so major deals, all had something in common though; he had not enjoyed doing them at all. In fact, the joy of doing these deals had all ended when she had gone away.

Dark MansionAs it seemed to get darker and he slumped forward, he thought of her. She never understood the passion, the need to make it in this world. She wanted to spend time together, go on holidays, sip wine on the lonely sandy beach, touch his body, his manhood with her long soft fingers and lose themselves in their passion in some rain forest. Why couldn't she have been happy with this mansion, the yacht, the private jet that could take her shopping in Paris in the morning, join him for dinner in Belgium and back to kiss their then future kids in the morning? Which woman would not kill for such a life style?

To succeed in his world, one has to concentrate, scheme and plan and execute. One million is not enough; ten is more comfortable but to be truly free, the money should just keep rolling in. After this deal, 10 years after she left, this should be it.

Oh God, why doesn't someone realise that something is wrong? The pain and the darkness, why isn't anyone here to help him? It's getting cold, he needs a blanket or something like a pair of warm, loving arms. And suddenly he understands those words she had said in a flood of tears when he refused to take her ultimatum to put them first for a change. She was wrong on one count though he wished she had not been. He was not sitting alone, he was dying alone but soon it would not matter any more.

"Be prepared for the sacrifices that your decisions will entail because there will be consequences no matter what your choice".

You heard that from Le Raconteur.