My name is Jasamina McCully and I am twenty years old.

Two years ago, my parents forced me to marry a rich congressman named Ludale McCully. A forty-five year old man that turned out to be the most abusive man on the whole planet.

"To save my family from poverty." My mother had said to me as she pushed me to marry the forty-five year old man. I was crying and begging my parents but they didn&#x27;t listen. I was just a means to an end.

He abused and beat me within an inch of my life for the past two years. Everytime I get the chance, I try to escape and every single time he finds me.

Then, he punishes me for ever trying to leave. The punishment is always worst than death. Because of that, I never tried to escape again.

My name is Jasamina and I am a girl afraid of her husband because I know what he can do. But I&#x27;m also a mother. 

After giving birth to my baby two months ago and loving him with my whole life...I know a time will come when I have to choose between being scared of my husband or trying to survive with my little boy.

The time came soon. 
It&#x27;s either to survive or die by Dale&#x27;s hand.

I made the choice to TRY and survive. 

It&#x27;s just that sometimes...even choices are against you. Sometimes, even the choice can be taken from you.

My name is Jasamina McCully. 
And this is the story of my life.


THE HOMELESS BILLIONAIRE

"No at all mam, am just pleading for you to help me out am badly in need of money, my baby is sick, I need money to buy him drugs please" I cried to her.

"Get out of my sight, you whore! doesn't the baby have a father did I send you to get pregnant, leave my sight before I unleash my anger on you." she yelled angrily.

I felt so sad and badly hurt at the fact that she called a "whore". Only if she knew what I faced and what my predicaments are, she would never call me that.

I watched her as she crossed the road in her expensive heels and entered into her car.

I felt devastated wanting not to beg any longer but my baby's sickness might get worse if I don't get the drugs in time.

I have to try some more! I can't give up like this! I saw another woman she seems to be running a restaurant.

"Good evening, ma'am" I cried to her as I walked closer.

"Evening, young lady." she answered reluctantly.

13. THE NIGHT'S CHAOS.