You belong to me

chapter 1

"Dring Dring"

"Oh God ! Again that sound!!"I muttered as I remove the blanket  over me. I never get enough sleep because of this stupid alarm. I will throw it away one day and there will be no enemy between me and my sleep. I grin at that thought.

I tried to get up from bed but instead my foot got tangled in the sheet and I fell directly on my face.
"Oomph"

I waited for someone to come for my rescue and I nearly fall asleep again then realised that of course no one will come because I live alone right?

I got up and look at the clock and I saw that I have 45 minutes to go.
Well the time is enough for me to clean my whole apartment. But am not gonna do that cause I have to get ready for work.

After doing my morning routine I opened my wardrobe and choose today 's clothes  which consist of a plain black  pant and a white shirt and a black jacket with my black and white converse.
I wasn't a girly person but definitely a tomboy girl.
I tied my long brown hair in a bun and put my dark specs over my chocolate brown eye.
Looking at myself in the  mirror I wondered with this kind of dressing people will think am a nerd but only people who know me know  the fate of people who has messed with me in the past. I grinned evilly at the thought.
Satisfied with my look right now. Chocolate brown long hair till my waist and chocolate brown eyes and a bit tan skin well I look good.

I took my bag and grab an apple from the counter I went outside and hailed a cab and off to Wayne Inc.

During the ride I munched on my apple and look out the window. New York is busy during the week I must say. When we passed coffee shops my stomach grumbled. Food is my life. I don't agree with girl who do dieting cause we came to this world to eat. We work to eat. Then why we do dieting when we are working our ass off.

I must say Food is my husband because I am not getting married soon. Getting married to controlling bastard and cruel men is not for me. I wonder how some girls let their boyfriends or husband rules their life like that. I don't accept that because my dead Father was like that , always ruling me and my mother because my mother was a shy and silent lady but not me I am not a shy or silent lady. When I was small I took self defense and chinese boxing classes secretly after school so today no one would want to mess with me. Not even a controlling husband who beat woman.
I had promised myself that I would not be like my mother getting beaten almost daily but kept quiet.