Chapter 1

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Chapter 1:

Halimah's POV :

"Halimah.. Halimah darling its time to wake up" I woke up to find my mother trying to drag me out of my bed so that I could get to work on time.

"Nooo five more minutes please" I begged, hoping she would give in and go away.

I waited for my mother to turn around and walk out of my room, giving me five more minutes of peace. But she didn't. Instead, she pulled off the covers allowing the cold air to hit on my warm body. "Quickly get ready for work and then come get your breakfast. I don't want you turning up for work late AGAIN"

Giving in, I got up and went to my bathroom without giving her a reply. It's only 7:20, I have another 1 hour and 40 minutes to get to work. I worked in New Look, which was in the mall 20 minutes from my house. It was a busy place, there where always plenty of customers.

After I had a shower I got dressed into a white long sleeved blouse and black skinny jeans with a black blazer on top. I looked at my self in the mirror, i looked very smart tbh. I always wore long sleeves, partially because I was Muslim but mostly to hide the scars on my wrists.

Yes, I'm a cutter. There's many reasons why I cut. I really hate my figure and the way in look but people always tell me that Im beautiful and that they wish they had my figure. But I know they where all lying. I knew they saw me as a fat ugly beast but kept it to themselves so that they don't hurt my feelings.

Anyway, I better go have my breakfast and get to work before my lovely mother comes up here and repeats yesterday's lecture.

I walked into the kitchen and saw my mum laying food on the table before my dad and my older brother Ahmed, he was 24 years old and the only sibling I had.

"MORNING GUYS" I said cheerfully as I sat at the table and started eating my pancakes.

"Good morning Halimah. Look, you only have 40 minutes left, you must start getting up earlier" My dad replied. "and what about when your married ?! What would your husband say when you can't get yourself out of bed every morning "

Oh no, the marriage talk starts again "Dad please, why do you always talk about marriage and my future husband ?! Ugh, I'm off to work, bye" I replied moodily.

I got up from the table, grabbed my car keys and was about to set off to work before I heard my father call out " You better be back before 6" I ignored him and walked to my car. I started it and setted of for another boring day at work.

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