She stared at it for a full minute before she cocked her head to the side. "Well, it looks like Mina, the full-time employee." The woman frowned a little. "But she has black hair, unlike the lady in this picture." Now, we're getting somewhere, I thought. "Where is she? We need to specifically find her and search through her belongings." My colleague stated firmly, then continued, his face serious as he turned to Vivian. "Tell her what you told us." "She's not Mina. She's Jasamina McCully. The wife of Ludale McCully. She just dyed her hair black to cover up her identity. I live around here, so I know her very well. Even the baby is not a girl but a boy. And I overheard when she called him 'Jaimie'. That's the name of the McCully's son." Vivian explained to the people in the library. There were gasps and shouts. The customers and everyone looked so surprised apart from the old store owner. The part-timer stammered, stunned. "How...how...did you come up with this? I never even susp

DOREEN RUTHERFORD I paced about the living room with a tall glass of wine in my hand. To say I was angry would be an understatement. I was in a rage....thinking about Jasamina. That girl will give me premature gray hairs at this point. Just minutes ago, the commissioner called and told us that she had been found a thousand miles away from her. She had been in disguise and working as a librarian. I was really happy. Finally, all this will be over. That girl that refused to grow up will be back in her husband's house. The next call that came ruined my happiness. Utterly ruined it. "She escaped! She took my son and escaped those incompetent fools!" Ludale had groaned in rage. What does Jasamina really want!? That little witch! Does she not care about her parent's happiness!? Does she wants us to go back to poverty!? "If the floor weren't tiles but carpets, you'll wear a hole to it," Mathew said as he entered the living room. I glanced at my husband and he isn't looking so happy

🎁🎁JASAMINA.🎁🎁 My legs hurt from constant walking and blisters had started forming on my leg. I clutched Jaime tightly to myself as I trudged on. I've lost track of which day it is. I feel like I've been walking on these streets forever. The shoulder I hang the leather of our portable traveling box hurts really bad, and my right arm hurts from holding Jaimie for a long time. Tears filled my eyes as I walked on. It's night again and I'm looking for a motel room to rent with the last money I have. At least, I know that I'm almost at my destination. I glanced at my poor baby and tears rained down my eyes. Jaimie is sick. He has an unusually hot temperature and he'd been really restless. He cries every little chance he gets, and the sound of it tears at my heart, knowing that there's nothing I can do to take the pain from him. In desperation, I rushed going to a pharmacy in the afternoon and had them examine him, not giving a damn about getting caught. The nurse had written down

1269 word(s) Published 18 I was determined to keep walking but I couldn't. Not with her cries so loud in the air. I walked towards the sound just in time to see her being dragged off by two men as she cries helplessly. It made me wonder again why she's here...wherever here is. I really don't want to get involved in this, but I couldn't ignore it. That means I'll be sober in no time. Fighting makes me sober. The thought almost made me walk the other way. Almost. But hearing her feeble cries again I couldn't bring myself to leave her at the mercy of those animals... So I followed them as they went towards the construction site. They succeed in ripping off her clothes and were about to have their way with her when I came close to them and had my way with them. The girl's cries spurred me up and the fight went from dirty to finished. The girl is looking frightened and helpless as she lay down shivering as the cold breeze hit her naked body. Her eyes found mine and widened in rec

1240 words (s) Published 20 JASAMINA I can't stop looking at him. This filthy looking man has been my savior times without a number. This man keeps more secrets than a priest. I wonder what his story is. He doesn't believe in God because his lips turned down when I mentioned Him. What happened to him? How can a drunkard always take care of me in times of need? How did he get the money for the drugs and food? The house that he gave me before, how did he come by it? Why is he such a homeless man now that only cares about drinks? I wish there was a way I can help him the way he helped me. "Where have you been all this while?" I asked, really curious. I spared Jaimie a glance to make sure he is still sleeping fine. "Just here and there." He evaded. He really keeps more secrets than any other person I've ever known. "How have you been? Can't you tell me anything about yourself?" I asked softly. "It's better if you don't know." He stated matter-of-factly. "Why were you out in th