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 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'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. Every time I get the chance, I try to escape and every single time he finds me.Then, he punishes me forever 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'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 try

JASAMINA "Take this..." The drunkard said to me, his voice hoarse and scratch like gravel. Sounds like a voice that hasn't been used in a while. I stared at the notes in his hand. I didn't stop to wonder why this drunkard with filthy clothes will help me, instead I snatched the dollar notes from his outstretched hand. "Thank you. Thank you so much!" My relief was so profound that tears filled my eyes. He didn't answer. Instead, he shuffled past me, his staggering steps loud on the cool pavement. He snapped his head to the sky, swung the bear bottle to his lips, and drank a mouthful as he continued walking. Jaimie wiggled under my clothes, drawing my attention away from the kind drunkard. I tightened my arm around my baby, shaking my head with force repeatedly to shave off the dizziness I was feeling. I turned and walked away, pulling my coat closer to my face to cover half of my face and hide my identity. I bought a baby bottle and formula from the nearest store, ignoring the qu

LUDALE MACCULLY. He was so furious, he could barely keep his head straight. He had plans for her the minute he gets his hands on her and so help him she wouldn't end up in a coma or maybe in a coffin. So, Jasamina had the guts to run away from him!? Out of all the time she had done this, this particular escape made him so mad because it's been days and Jasamina has not been found. Did she go home? He quickly threw the thoughts away. There is no way she will be at home without her parents telling me about it. After all, I'm the best thing that happened to their family...like her mother always says. But, just in case... He pulled out his cell phone. He will call her parents to report her just in case she decided to visit there. He knew he had their support just as long as he provided them with cash. They worshipped him He paced the tiles furiously. "That bitch".He cursed. When I get her back, I'll make sure I beat her up so badly she won't ever think of escaping ever! he tho

TANNER Why are you still here? It's a question I asked myself two hours later. I brought this girl to this house because it's a place I know he'll never have use for again. This house is a place I don't want to be in at all if I can help it. Yet, I find myself reluctant to leave the girl until I'm sure she's settled in. "She's not your responsibility," I said out loud to the empty room. I need to be on my way....and two bottles of beer in hand too. Job. I'll help her secure a job and then I'm gone. That decided, and I stepped out of the room. "You're done with your bath and that of Jaimie's?" I asked staring at her on the bed. She had put on a nicely fit simple dress from the clothes I bought for her. I don't know why I should feel pleased that the cloth fit but I did. "Yes, I'm done." She replied in that soft voice of hers. "I've decided to help you get a job," I stated. Her eyes widened in sheer terror. She shook her head twice. "No! I can't." She's really on the run t

JASAMINA I'm giving Jaimie his evening bath smiling, the way he's growing is really surprising. He was giggling and playing with the soap. He stared at me and flashed gums without teeth in them. "Yaiii!" "Yaii!" I shot right back as I ran my hand all over his little body. I splashed little water on him and he laughed out loud. "You love playing with water, don't you?" I said splashing more water on him. I've never seen a child who loves water more like him. Not that I've seen many children of course. I'm the only child of my parents and I'm just twenty years old. I brought my mind back to the present and stared at my child good-naturedly. "Will you want me to put you back in the tub if I bring you out again?" "Yaii!" He beat his hand in the water, splashing it. I laughed a little and carried him out of the water. The smile cleared from his face, he cooed sounds as if in a complaint. "You'll be in the water again soon enough, young man," I promised him as we entered the s