Broken Laws of Attraction

Chapter 1: The Unknown Girl

'Nothing is more dangerous than a beautiful woman who is focused and unimpressed.'

-unknown

Kaira discovered herself on the floor again this morning. This the 5th time this has happened this week and she really thought she was over that but her father's fists still haunt her to this day. Frustratingly she strikes the side of her head and flounders off the floor and dumps the covers that collapsed with her on the bed. Combing through her black bird's nest that rested on her head she reaches for the bathroom door and stumbles into the shower.

Brushing her hand through her burgundy suit, buttoning up the first button. She pulls down the sleeves, sweeps the dust off the knees of her pants and strolls out of her closet. Her hair pulled into a sleek ponytail away from her hollow-cheeked face and the clamping of her heels hitting the hardwood floors echoes the penthouse. Kaira pours herself a glass of water and crunches into an apple and turned on the news.

Ah, another scandal with the latest womaniser in New York City. What a surprise? His name is Isaac Cruise. His name is almost on every news channel since he got his father's business. And he is never with the same woman. Pretty sure he has slept with every woman in the city. Well... except one. He is also known for his cruel antics towards his employers just the regular shouting and firing. The media thinks this cruel, if only they knew the true meaning of cruel and corrupt ways of the underworld and they we treat our 'employers'. Kaira always laughed at what they think is cruel, is nothing compared to her definition of cruel.

The beeping of her i watch brought Kaira back from her thoughts, reminding her that she has a little girl to wake up.

"Ira wake up!" she shouts from the kitchen. This girl is going to be the death of me, she thought.

"Do you not want to see your friends?" Kaira once again asks, she then heard her wild footstep down the hall and saw her tiny 4-year-old body appearing. Ira's little head poking out from the door smiling mischievously. Kaira ran and grabs her before she ran away, and quickly places her in the shower.

Ira takes her sweet time scrubbing down every skin on her body, knowing this would consume more time and annoy her beloved mother. She loved going to school but no one actually wanted to be her friend. Every child told her that they couldn't because of her mother and her job. Ira knew their parents were scared of her mother. But she never could decide whether she should be ashamed or proud.

"Ira! Hurry!" She hears her mother's stern voice outside the bathroom. Ira quickly dries herself down and wears the outfit her mother put out for her. A simple white tee with cute floral shorts perfect for the summer in New York.

After Kaira had gone through Ira's stubbornness in not eating her breakfast, she finally drops Ira of at school.

"Bye Mama, love you." she said but before running to her friends I kissed her head, "Bye sweetie, I love you,"

Ira was her life. Whatever she does is always for her. No one will ever be as important as Ira is to Kaira. She is her only light in her a very sinister world. The blackness inside of her would have swallowed Kaira if Ira wasn't born. She does everything in my hands, so Ira doesn't have a childhood like hers. The way her father continually hurt her, killing the human soul inside of Kaira and bringing out her demons.

Ira looks just like Kaira with her dark raven hair and her adorable button nose. It sometimes feels she is seeing a younger, happier version of herself. But her eyes. Her stormy silvery eyes. They continually remind Kaira of Ira's father, another man who destroyed her virtue. Their contracted marriage ruined both of them. They never loved each other, in fact, they repulsed each others company. But that one eventful night, both of them drunk and young. That night and the following nine months, when Kaira finally left him, worried he would treat her daughter the way her father did.