Shattered Hope

Ritika Bansal

Ahhhhhhhhh! Oh god, m having a headache an extreme one actually I don't remember what happened to my head I touched my head and try to find my phone near my bedside table but to my surprise, there was a lamp not my phone where the f**k I am I tried to wake up but couldn't but after so much hard work I finally did and I open my eyes and holy moly am not in my bedroom it's not my room where I am then it strikes me I remember I was in my office Finally, the meeting was over. Oh god, I am so exhausted, I am so tired of meeting after meetings. I go to my cabin, or what can I say office. Yes, I’m the best lawyer in America or you people used to call, the fieriest one also yes it's true I have anger issues and I can’t take no for an answer. Yeah, yeah I know being a bitch.. boss or Boss b***h, yeah, that completely suits me, but you know you can't help it in this industry, women can't let their guards down, otherwise they will walk over you darling every fuckin second of your life sigh! Ah, what time it is now wah! Great it's almost 9 pm and I'm fuckin' hungry as hell but it's OK because I'm going for a trip because my associates said I really needed a break, yeah and they were all right cause I didn’t take a break I don't even remember when I last took an off as well . Sigh! office. Yes, no meeting, just me and my silence. Yes, right then they force me to go to club with them they gave me weird kinds of shots, it's not like that I don't have the tolerance, for alcohol but there was this creepy guy who gave weird wibes which I don't like and then one of my college took me to the dance floor and when I came back bartender gave me a drink after that drink everything feels very weird everything started spinning the somehow I manage to get out that hell of a club then that same guy came and started kissing me I tried to push him away but he didn't budge then I smashed the bottle in my hand on his head he deserved that then this guy came and hold me from killing him no one can live another day after touching me without my permission it's just that I don't like people touching me and now this man is holding me and I like it that's weired I check my surroundings black and grey curtains grey furniture black stain sheets black doors black flooring classy typically all dark as if like am complaining am same as well I love black as well my penthouse look like this also, so who am I to complain and then I felt pain on my left side face ouch! then I remember THE SLAP.......... THAT MOTHER FUCKER GOING TO DIE........