First day

 I woke and looked around , this isn't my room , oh that's right I'm married of course it isn't my room well I guess it kinda is ... 

 ' WAIT I'M MARRIED ' 

 The realization alone revitalized me . I'm no longer caged , I'm free . 

 I noticed I was alone in the room but I could see traces showing that Alexander slept on the bed . 

 He must have woken up earlier than me . I went to the bathroom to well take a bath . 

 I came out and dressed up in a casual office attire . 

 I was still applying light make up when I heard a knock on the door . 

 " Come in " I said, it had to be a maid ,Alexander wouldn't knock on the door of his own room . 

 And I was right, I saw a maid , the uniform kinda gave it away . 

 " How can I help you " I said .

 "Breakfast has been served ma'am " she said still staring at the ground 

" ok lead the way " I said since I'm all ready to go.

 She walked in front of me leading me to a huge dining room and I see Alexander sitting there already . 

 "You should always arrive on time Anastasia " he said 

 "I apologize " I replied then sat down . We ate breakfast and we're done with it when he spoke.

 "So you'll be joining me at the office today ?" He said while looking at the ceiling . 

 Before I replied I glanced at the ceiling to see what was so fascinating, 

 "Yes " I said firmly 

 "Ok " was all he said 

 " Let's go " he said and we headed to his car , we got in and the driver started the car . 

 " Don't be late , ever . And your brother said to give you this . " he said handing me a box 

 I was about to ask which brother until I saw a name carved ont , of course it's from Caine . He's the youngest of my brothers , and he was a little quiet . 

 I think he hated our parents the most and he hated the fact he could do so little to defy them . 

 But Caine , Caine was nice a little emphasis on the was . 

 Caine loved art , he loved to paint , play music , dance and even act all things we learnt as a child but I think he fell in love with it too much 

 The thing is Cain was asked what he wanted to be in the future by a guest at a gathering and he said a performer . When the guest left father beat him to a pulp and broke his hands 

 We we're all made to watch as it all happened. After that he couldn't play any musical instrument again or pick up a paint brush , not because of any physical damage but the emotional trauma . 

 I opened the box to see a little note along with a bracelet , the note read ' hope freedom tastes as good as I think it does ' and the bracelet was the one he made me at our arts and craft class . 

 Anyone would blame my brothers for not protecting me but they are all broken and in more pain than I am , we all just want to save ourselves . Knowing that brakes me even more . 

 I closed the box and no I didn't cry . I'll take this as a reason to fuel my every step . 

 First step towards my first day of my new life 

 First day of my new job