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

Just like every other day, I went to the bar, got a new drink. I don't know why these drinks finish fast.

It's still the same routine for me. Go to the nearest bar. Get a drink. Stagger away and keep walking. Sleep anywhere I get tired.

I don't even know which town I am. It doesn't matter.

I first saw her in the gathering where she was begging and pleading for money. When people laughed and made mockery of her. Men leered at her, staring at her assets with interest.

Why is she out in the streets again? What is she doing here?

I don't know where this is. I don't know what month it is. I don't know how much time had passed since I saw her before.

I clutched my drink closer to my stomach and staggered ahead, my vision swimming a bit because I'm drunk.

Well, not drunk enough, since I am still recognize the girl. Since I can still think.

EPISODE 14. DRUNK OR SOBER.