A LOSER, TODAY. A BILLONAIRE, TOMORROW

ONE

Isaac sighed for the umpteen times, rubbing both of his temples in a multiple times with the tips of his fingers —eight precisely.

His mind had wandered very far away from his body, he seem not to be in his right sense at the moment and his eyes were equally teary too.

Sitting and burying his head in between his thigh at the last seat on the train he boarded with no where in particular in his mind, he would just drop at any last station the train stop.

He was able to pay for his board since the train is the cheapest transportation he could afford, the money he had on him can't even be enough to pay for a public bus.

That's only explained how much distressed and wretched he is, having nothing to call his own —not even a bicycle pedal in his name.

Lately, life have become more difficult and challenging for him. Right before his eyes, he had watched his world crumbling down before him at a sudden split of seconds.

At that moment, he could not believe it because he felt it was a dream but was also forced to believe it to be reality and it's really face slapping, a hard one at that!

His world had crumbled down with out any remedy or sorts, there was little or nothing he could do to revive it. But like a coward he is, he could only walk away from his misfortune, doing nothing.

Well, yeah —what was he going to do about it even if he desperately wants to? Absolutely, nothing!

His trust was crushed down to the least by some one he had thought he could put it in. He was ridiculed, belittled and turned in to a mere laughing stock and he had no might with in him to do a thing about it.

Men don't cry, yeah —but Isaac did! He felt weak at the spot and his eyes couldn't help but get sore and watery with out him being able to control himself.

All his life, he had thought that being poor was his greatest challenge and there is nothing to face that's more heart wrenching to it but he was woefully wrong.

Wallowing in nothing good but huge debt and being tossed aside like a piece of trash by his supposed to be wife was the height of it all.

“You worth nothing, Zik.” The voice won't stop ringing in his head, troubling him greatly. “You are just a jobless wretch, who would never live up to any good, yeah. You worth just as lowly as a waste garbage.”

Those words that shattered his heart into a million piece, he had thought his heart would stop functioning at that moment when he heard those words.

Well to him, it would have been much better if it was then, maybe then he would be free from the pains he is in but unfortunately for him, nothing of such happened.

After what seems like ages to Isaac, the train finally came to an abrupt stop, reaching it final destination after many stopovers. He was forced to alight from the train.

The streets of States was not yet empty as it was still filled with people even if they were few but still...

Isaac dragged his feet like they suddenly became too heavily for him. His shirt was crumpled and his hair were standing sticky on his head, any one who had a quick glance at him might have thought he had completely lose his mind.

Yeah, he has! Isaac was not in his right senses any more, no one in his shoes will.

"Arrgh!" He groaned under his breathe as he rubbed his nose bridge, wearily. "Where do I go from here, eh? What was I even thinking?"

He tried calculating on how to get home from where he is but he couldn't think of any thing, he finds it more harder to think straight.

Soon, it will be very late and he would need a place to spend the night in. He can't possibly spend his night on the streets and can't find his way home either.

"What do I do now?" He muttered to himself in distress, hissing out loudly. "How do I get home from here?"

He wondered how he ended up at the middle of nowhere, it would have been better if he had board a train to his own bus stop. There, he would have enough time in the world to wallow in his pain alone.

But here he is, at the streets of States with no where in mind to go. Checking in a suite is a big no for him, where do he get the money to pay for himself?

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The club house was filled with noise, coupled with the heavy bass that was blaring from the loud speaker —it was so loud that any one can barely hear the partner speak.

Isaac doesn't like the noise but he had no choice to it, he needed a drink or two to clear his head.

"A bottle of liquor for me." He told the bartender, almost yelling at him as he made to seat —ignoring every one else around him. "The cheapest of every liquor you've got."

"Sure, just few moment." Isaac was able to read the bartender's lips, giving a short nod in reply.

With his order yet to arrive, he decided to feed his eyes around for the time being. The clubhouse was crammed with people of different kind, some were laughing with their partners —others, dancing to the sound of the blaring music.

Isaac was sure he would never enjoy this kind of lifestyle. “Well, it's easier for them because they are depressed free and have no worries at all...” He thought to himself. “...unlike me!”

He wished he can just turn a blind eyes to all his worries but he can't, his life has always been filled with ups and downs, having no much time to himself.

"Ah –my life sucks..." He muttered to himself, letting out a deep sigh afterward.

"Here..." He felt a short tap on his arm. It was the bartender, he had brought what Isaac requested for and a glass cup too, also flashing him a quick smile.

Isaac could only shrug his shoulders, he is in no good more to reciprocate the smile, no one in his kind of shoes will.

He poured himself a glass of liquor, instead of chugging it down in a go like others does, he slowly sip his. This will be his routine till day break, he had plan on spending his night in the bar over few bottles of liquor.

It's very much affordable than checking in a suite!

Isaac had barely finished his first bottle of liquor when he received a call. The nuzzling of his phone in his pocket made him dropped the glass with him.

His heart raced fast in anxiety, hoping it's his supposed to be wife but mere checking at the screen of the phone, his face was crumpled in a deep frown —it was a call from an anonymous network line.

"Who could it be...?"