Kiss Leilani

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

I cut her short midway. It was as if the sound of her excitement was making me more uneasy. Yes, I was happy to see him but no, I wasn't happy that he never came back for me.

" He never... bothered to come back. He never did! " I cried suddenly, finally letting the tears to flow down my cheeks.

She stopped abruptly upon hearing my words and took my hand in hers, squeezing them softly. I cringed at her touch, trying to calm down my nerves.

" You don't have to cry. He probably has a reason for doing so. Didn't he explain why?" She inquired, her face showing all her never ending curious demeanor.

She was just too eager for me to spill out everything. Even the smallest details.

" Well, he tried to. But..." I stopped, this time gawking sheepishly at her. I was beginning to feel guilty that I never did allow him to explain.

EPISODE 9: THE HURT THAT FOLLOWS LOVE