Deceptions of the Heart

Alcohol and pain are inseparable

It was half past eleven. Richard had finished work earlier so he did nothing than sitting on his chair behind the desk in his office. He was accompanied by a glass and a bottle of vodka. His mind was racing with thoughts.

Lately his days were worsening. He had to deal with numerous attacks that were happening against his mafia group, he had to expand his group again, he was threatened constantly by his rival, he was pressured by Lizzy and last but not least, he had to deal with his breakup with Roxanne. The last was the worst.

These were the reasons he was now sat at his desk and drinking his vodka. The reasons of his late night pain. The reasons he wouldn't sleep at night unless he drowned himself in a good amount of bottles of hard liquor. What an unhealthy coping mechanism.

As if the alcohol wasn't enough he would relieve his pain in the arms of foreign women he doesn't even know. They were either prostitutes or women who desperately needed a lover. But that was the good thing with them. He pretended to be in love with them and then abandoned them. Let alone that during those activities he would often moan Roxanne's name. What a shame.

The sound of glass shattering echoached through the certain floor of the building alongside with a scream. Richard had thrown his empty glass at the other side of his office. He was now panting from the scream he let to escape from his lips. He grabbed the whole bottle of the remaining vodka and downed it in one go. He was in pain. Pain and alcohol are inseperable friends. That was in his list of beliefs.

He stood up from his seat as he gripped on the bottle tightly, almost about to break it into a million shreds. He approached the huge window of the building and looked at the passing cars. His face was expressionless. For a moment he thought that the scenes he had been through with Roxanne showed up on the window like a screen at the cinema.

"How sad..." He thought.

The day him and Roxanne met was the first thing that illuminated on the window. From the margarita she spilled on his suit to the moment he saved her from a perverted drunkard. The second thing he recalled was her face of jealousy whenever she was a witness of Lizzy's failed attempts to seduce him. The third thing that showed up in his mind and made him hallucinate anout it on the window was their first dance in that bar and how he asked her for a date. Next he recalled their first date and every other date they had following that moment.

The moment he started hallucinating about the intimate moments with Roxanne he started giving in to the sensations. These memories made their presence intense. He couldn't help but let his mind trace within naughty thoughts and start touching himself. He immediately stopped once he recalled the unfortunate event with Lizzy which cost his only true love. Why did he have to be like that? Why did he betray the only person who would actually love him?

He let out another deafening scream and threw the bottle of vodka across the room. The bottle shattered into a million pieces that were mixed up with the shreds of the glass he threw earlier.

"Why am I like this!?" He yelled as he pulled his hair. "Why can't I keep anyone close to me!?"

Richard started throwing everything that was standing in his office. From paperwork to furniture. His office was a whole mess due to the huge outburst he had. That moment no one dared to step in his office or else they would face his temper. Anyone would think he was a 5 year old throwing a tantrum.

After the outburst the mafioso remained in the middle of the room. He was panting and covered in sweat. He looked around at the mess he created. A tear rolled down his cheek. His urge to cry though was interrupted by the buzzing of his phone. He reached out for his pocket and took out his phone. It was a message from an unknown number. He opened it and it read:

"Be prepared"