The Professional Prostitute

Chapter Fifty One

Chapter Fifty One (Main Version)

"What are you doing here?!" I screamed so loud it woke Summer up from her sleep with a jolt.

"I came to get a few things."

"A few things like what?! This isn't your house! Get out!"

"I think you're overreacting."

"I'm overreacting? Oh, I'm no where close to doing that yet. I'm giving you until the count of three before my hands permanently go around your neck. One..."

"Look, Will sent me to pick some things up for him."

"Two..."

"I have no intention on standing here fighting with you Jasmine."

"Have you been hiding under a rock? Do you not watch the news? Will's dead Charlotte! And it's all your fault!"

"My fault? How is any of what happened my fault?! I wasn't even there!"

"How? If it weren't for you and your slutty ways, we wouldn't even be having this conversation. It was because of you! You put him in danger, and all for what?! He didn't want you! He never did! You were just one of his many secretaries he had an affair with. You meant nothing."

"Just like you." She said with a smug expression on her face.

"Excuse me?"

"You can sit and pretend like you and Will were this big thing but we all know you started off exactly where I did. As a secretary. We both got pregnant. Only difference is your child is here. You think I wanted to keep that child at first? No I didn't. I wanted to abort it. But Will begged me, he begged me Jasmine to keep it, so I did." She said as I stood silent and in shock. "And since we're having this conversation about who meant something to Will, I must say that right now I'm winning seeing how he called me and asked me to come and get his things to pick him up."

"What? Pick him up from where? He's dead!"

"No he's not. He's downtown at the mental hospital. His observation period finished yesterday and he made bail. I'm going to pick him up now." She said beginning to open up the dresser and pull out some clothes.

I grabbed up Summer and put on her shoes. I grabbed up my sweats and threw them on quickly.

"Woah, where are you going?" Charlotte asked looking at me get dressed.

"With you."

"No no no. Not looking like that or smelling like that."

"Charlotte, you're really pushing your luck here." I said cutting my eyes in her direction.

"No Jasmine, you are. Why don't you clean yourself up. You smell really bad." She said as I got a whiff of myself. I did. I guess laying there for five days wasn't preservative.

"Fine."

"I assume you'll still be here when we return." She said as I nodded and she left.

I took off Summer's things and ran us both a bath. Will was alive. But why hadn't he called us? His first call and he decided on calling her? Charlotte out of all people. The witch who got us in this all in the first place. Was he mad with me? It wasn't my fault. And how did he make bail? Was I really that out of the loop? I quickly cleaned up Summer and myself and got dressed.

I looked all over for my cell phone. I powered it on, completely forgetful of the fact that I turned it off that first night I had arrived. Could that have been Will calling me from the police station? I had 17 voicemail messages and 47 texts. Holy shit! A majority of them came from Sean, a few from my mom, Nadine, Butch, and Karen.