Chapter seventeen,

walking with the devil

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"WHAT DO YOU MEAN THAT YOU CAN'T PRESCRIBE ME SOME FUCKING MEDICATION?" She frustratedly questioned her therapist, Dr. Smith as she didn't even to be here to begin with, but Gale and Sydney had thought it would be best, especially after what she told them about her hallucinations, and all her nightmares.

Dr. Smith who leaned forward, and gently responding to her, "It's not good for you to be on medication, Jasmine. You're five months pregnant. . ." She clicked her tongue with her own teeth, "We can talk about the medication afterwards." She retorted.

Jasmine who groaned, she couldn't help but get angry at her therapists response, "I need them now!" She yelled at her, "He doesn't stop talking to me, and I'm getting annoyed by his voice and face!" She had screwed eyes shut.

Ever since that fucking incident back home, her little nightmares began to vanish of her basically using that axe on on her ex-friend and ex- boyfriend, but then he ultimately began to appear. Roman Bridger, bragging on how they are similar in certain ways, the brutality and simply eliminating two people in less than ten minutes.

The therapist who furrowed her own eyebrows, this was the first time that Jasmine had said more information, "Who?"

Jasmine who tightened her own grip on the end of the sofa, "Roman Bridger — I don't even know how I can hallucinate him. . ." She had simply rambled, and slowly bringing one of her hands to rub her pregnant stomach, "He won't leave me alone, he wants me to do something for him. . ." She murmured.

   All he bothers her with is to simply write his story and turn it into a film, and to also get shit straight with the facts. She doesn't even know what he means since she constantly flicks him off, or ignores his ghosty ghost.

   The therapist who swallowed down her saliva, she was a bit afraid of Jasmine Altieri not knowing what to expect, "Do what for him, Jasmine?" She tightened her grip on her own pen, she hated Jasmine as her patient, she was only doing this shot because Gale Weathers offered her a lot of money, and to be quiet on who's her patient.

Jasmine clenched her jaw, "You're such a bitch. . ." She immediately grabbed her purse, "This was a waste of time, I'm not going to sit a hour here to receive your judgmental faces, old hag." She began walking out the door, ignoring her pleads to sit down and finish their therapy session.

She made it outside, sitting on the bench.

A figure had suddenly appeared right beside her, snickering, "Told you, Jay. Therapists are nothing but stupid bitches." His dark blondish hair that was behind his ears.

Jasmine who gritted with her own teeth, all while pulling out her cellphone, "Shut the fuck up, Charlie. Go bother someone else, and leave me alone. . ." She spat with her eyes fuming in anger, "She's lucky that I didn't get to the part of hallucinating you." She shooed him away as his figure vanished.

   A part of her knew why she would hallucinate Charlie Walker, his betrayal twelve years ago has simply always stung her, he was her friend and when Amber Freeman betrayed her like this it just made her remember Charlie Walker, and how cruel it felt.

   The closest ones to you somehow always do the far most damage, and that's what he did alongside Amber.

   Charlie killed her mom.

   Amber killed her adoptive dad.

   She slowly exhaled her own breath, and dialing her boyfriend who answered just on the first ring, "Can you pick me up, I can't do this therapy shit anymore. . . She's not helpful." Her voice cracked.

   She simply heard the sound of keys, "I'm going right now, Minnie. Do you want to talk about it as I'm on my way here?" His voice was gentle with her, he's always been gentle with her.

   He had developed a sense of protectiveness over her alongside their unborn baby who's in her stomach, he didn't want her to endure anymore trauma.

Jasmine who sniffled, "Can I?"

He had simply nodded his own head despite her not being able to see him nodding his own head, "Absolutely, Minnie. I don't want you to bubble up your emotions." He softly told her.

She simply began rambling to him until her attention was caught towards the alleyway, her nose scrunched up when she seen a figure had vanished from her view, "I think someone's watching me. . ." She whispered to the phone, and standing up.

Curiosity got the best of her.

Chad who just about began to panic, and driving a bit more faster than before, "Minnie! Stay by the bench, don't go anywhere. Do you have your mace with you?" He questioned her in complete worrisome.

Jasmine who just continued to walk towards the alleyway, "I — Yeah. . . Yeah." She stumbled with her own words, the sound of leaves were being heard crunching, "Minnie? Please, don't tell me you're going over there." He pleaded for her to not go in there.

Jasmine who licked her own dried lips, "I'm just checking, and I have my pepper spray with me." She had attempted to reassure him, 'cause ever since she gotten pregnant he had became really overprotective of her.

Chad pinched the bridge of his nose, "I'm two minutes away, please go back to the bench." He reasoned with her.

   She let out a scream, dropping her phone so her hands can cover her stomach in simply protectiveness until she had heard a familiar voice, "Ñina — Qué estás haciendo? What are you doing here?" She had blinked her eyes several times, narrowing her eyes until she seen that it was Santiago Herrera.

   Some person that her Aunt Gale has recently been hanging around with for a couple months now, but doesn't want to push the relationship any more deeper since she's still grieving his death, Dewey Riley.

   Santiago had been taking a quick smoke session, and also meeting up with Mickey in the dark alleyway, all while he promised Gale to pick up Jasmine, "I was in therapy, but I'm not coming back here. She's a bitch." She had crossed her arms.

   A familiar voice appearing, "Minnie!?"

   She quickly turned around noticing that it was her boyfriend, his hands were checking her entire body and also pushing her shirt up, so he can see her belly, "I'm okay. . ." She reassured him, "It was just Santi." She pointed her finger at him.

   Chad who still pulled her closer to his entire body, "Don't ever do this, again. . ." He soothed her arm, and pressing a kiss on the top of her head, "You scared me, I thought that you were going to end up hurt, or something."

Santiago who smiled down at them, as the only reason he gotten close to Gale was just to watch over Mickey's kid, "I actually came here to pick up, Jasmine. Gale wanted me to pick you up along with some food, it's apparently movie night." He had his hands shoved into his pockets.

Jasmine eyes had widened, she kind of forgotten about this, "Oh shit — Chad and I can get the food, and we can meet you back at Gale's place." She had quickly rambled to him, and just grabbing Chad's hand and pulling him towards his car.

The figure had quickly appeared right beside Santiago who spoken to him, "You almost got caught, Mickey. You can't be doing dumb shit like this, what if she see's you?" He raised his eyebrow.

Mickey who ignored him, "Remember the plan tomorrow, Santiago." His jaw clenched.

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𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞, fist chapter
of act two. Chapter seventeen.

Jasmine hallucinating two GF
😋😋, and going to do Roman
a big favor.

Chapter eighteen is going canon, well
with my changes and adding Mickey's perspective!!! 🫡🫡🫡