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

Walking down the streets where the motel is located I found myself thinking about my past. What had really happened and what I did not know happened.

Shit!! For fuck sake I need to get myself a drink and get drunk. At least so I can stop being sober.

My mind was telling me to just make a move and go to the nearest bar. But, then I thought, what about the little sick baby? Her mother who is fighting for strength?

She really is not my responsibility but I've already started helping. I can't leave her like this. At least for now!

Still walking I noticed I have passed several building and still yet I haven't reached any pharmacy.

As I continued walking I notice a woman selling small petty things for food so I decided to ask her for one.

"hello, ma'am." I said politely, my voice sounded husk and sober. My mouth reeked of alcohol. "Oh! I need to get to the pharmacy..."

EPISODE 15. MY DRUNKARD. MY SAVIOR.