TAMING HAZEL

CHAPTER ONE

Hazel's POV

Not all of us had a happy childhood life and a lot things could have caused that. It could've been financial issues, health issues or the situation at our homes. Some people had a horrible childhood because they had nothing, not even the most basic needs, others had everything but couldn't enjoy these things because of sicknesses, some were bullied by their mates time and again and others had broken families.

My childhood was not good at all and do you know why?...well I'll tell you why. My father is the reason why I had a horrible childhood. He was a horrible, mean jerk. A wealthy and no nonsense business man. Growing up I watched my father beat up my mother almost all the time and even now that I'm nineteen, I still get to witness that. The funniest thing is that my mother still loves my father despite everything. I wonder how that's possible because for me I hate my father.

Yes

I hate my father because he hurts my mum and I all the time and doesn't feel any remorse.
This night happens to be one of those nights when my father will loose his temper and get my mum and well beaten only that this night is worst. It's past midnight and I'm running on the street in my pyjamas, barefoot. I couldn't bear what just happened at home, my father has gotten my mum and I well beaten and my mum happens to be lying in a pool of her own blood as a result of hitting her head against the wall when my father pushed her. He was already charging towards me and that's when I fled away.
I've been running for more than thirty minutes and now I have no idea where I am because every where is dark. I don't have my cell phone with me so there's no way I can contact anyone. I need to get help as soon as possible else my father will kill my mum.
"Hey!"
Someone calls from behind and I freeze on the spot. I have a bad feeling about this. I've heard a lot of awful stories about young girls being killed by thugs at late hours. I slowly turn around and see three no nonsense looking guys smirking at me.
"H...hi" I greet nervously.
"Get her!". The guy in the middle orders and the other guys charge towards me, before I know it I'm being dragged to an unfamiliar building. All my screaming and thrashing goes in vain because no one comes to rescue me. Once we get into the building which happens to be old and evacuated, the three guys pin me to the floor and take turns in raping me mercilessly, breaking my virginity in the most brutal way.

Kill. Me. Now.

I will never forgive my father for this.

SIX YEARS LATER
It's been six years since I got gang raped, six years since I lost my mum, since years since father was sentence to thirty years in prison for assaulting and murdering my mum. The last time I saw him was in court on the last day he was judged and sentenced, since then I've considered myself as an orphan. The three guys who raped me were caught and are now serving jail sentence. That's one thing I'll forever be grateful to the law for.

Right now I'm twenty-five years old. I live with my best friend Wendy in a flat we rented once we had graduated from college. Wendy works as an Accountant in a renowned bank in the city and as for me, I just got a new job as a the PA to the CEO of Heritage Affairs. My former boss was a pathetic nincompoop who had no iota of respect for his employees.

So right now I'm standing before my mirror, inspecting my outfit. I want to be well dressed so as to make a good first impression. My mum always told me that first impressions are very important and you might never know where it'll take you. I have on a blue black kneel length pencil skirt with a white long sleeved shirt filed into it and a matching blue black suit jacket over it and a little scarf around my neck like a tie.
"Wow!, you look hot!" That's my crazy best friend Wendy. Trust me I don't look hot, she's always exagerating things.
"No I don't, I look professional" I correct.
"Professionally hot!" She insists and I scowl at her. I wonder why she's so stubborn.
"Wendy!" I whine and she rolls her eyes.
"Come on, being hot is not a bad thing, dress to impress remember?"
"Well I'm not going for a photoshoot sweetheart, I'm the PA to the CEO of Heritage Affairs and that entails work, work and only work. Impress is out of that league"
"But still, he's gonna be mesmerized by your beauty"
"That's "IF" he even notices me, you do know how these rich guys could be right?"
"Think positive for once"