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I'm currently writing on two Wentworth fics. Both in which Erica returns to the show.
I hope you enjoy reading!
"I didn't kill him.. I never meant to!"
"You pushed him."
"Yes, but he wasn't supposed to fall over!"
"His death is still your fault.."
"Holy fuck!"
I was roughly awakened from my thoughts and a moment later I spotted the woman I recognized as Boomer in the door opening of my cell. "So you're really in here? I thought Door was just kidding.."
Boomer's mouth hung slightly open in surprise and she was staring at me like I was the ghost of Jacs Holt, here for revenge.
"Unfortunately not.." I mumbled and got up from my small, uncomfortable and hard bed to order the few things I had been allowed to bring in here.
"What did you do?" Her words were overflowing with curiosity and when I looked up at her I saw her hovering into my cell, as though that would make her able to hear me better.
"Ask Doreen, she probably knows.." I answered, just wanting the woman to leave me alone; Doreen most likely didn't know at all.
"Hey Door!" Boomer then yelled into the other direction, a loud "Boomer!" followed, but it wasn't Doreen who called her name..
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath; my fingers rubbing my temples as I had to mentally prepare myself for what was to come. I continued casually unpacking my things and acted as though I paid no attention to what was going on outside my little space.
"Guess who's here?!" Boomer squeaked like a teenager who had just seen her idol; she was just that exited to tell the other woman about my arrival.
"Who?" I heard the other reply rather carelessly.
"The governor.." a sigh followed, "No, I don't mean the freak, Davidson!"
I sighed to myself, knowing that the little moments of privacy I'd still had so far, had been my last.
I purposely turned my back on the door, pretending to make my bed; whatever happened, I had to avoid looking at the 'other' who went by the name Francesca Doyle.
"You just couldn't miss me, huh?" By the way she said that, I could picture her expression; a crooked, pearly white grin on a face that radiated mischief and amusement.
"If that's what you want to believe.." I replied airily.
"What did you do?" Was everyone going to ask me?
"What does it matter?" I took my pillow and brushed the palm of my hand over its surface, to delay the moment I'd have to turn around and look at her.
"We're all honest with each other in here. We're a family, don't keep secrets."
"It's not a secret it just doesn't matter." I dropped the pillow on the small bed and heaved a sigh.
"You know why I'm here.."
I threw my hands up in the air in annoyance, "because it was on national television!"
"So what? You know why I'm here, so I've got the right to know why you're here." I was still not looking at her, but I'd place my bets on the fact that she was probably crossing her arms, standing with her shoulder against the doorpost and her head just slightly cocked to the side.
"You don't have any rights in here.." I snorted, shrugging lightly as I turned around to unpack my other things. I could see Franky from the corner of my eye now.
"Let me help you." The woman suddenly insisted and before I knew she stood next to me, gazing into the box in front of us.
"I don't need your help." I said. I took a hairbrush and turned away from her to put it next to the sink on the other side of the cell.
I heard some rustling behind me. She was searching through my stuff..
"No pictures?" She asked in surprise. "Thought you'd at least bring one.."
I turned around, my hands placed on the aluminum of the sink to support my body as I leant against it. I narrowed my eyes a little.
A broad smile tugged at Franky's lips, she had noticed this was the first time I'd looked at her since she came in as well. "I was already wondering how long you'd be able to keep your eyes off me. Must say you did a better job than I'd expected."
"Pictures?" I fell back on the former subject. I wasn't waiting for her little games.
"Yeah.." Franky flicked her tongue over her teeth. She never teared her eyes from mine; now she had eye contact, she'd keep it. "With the fiancé? Bet you're gonna miss him.."
"His death is still your fault.."
It echoed through my mind again.
I clenched my jaw, unsure of what to say or do. I wanted to flee, but that was not an option. I had to face it..
"It's none of your business." I gritted out. I wanted to continue unpacking, but to do so I had to pass Franky.
"Pity." She replied airily, taking one of my bras out of the box. I rolled my eyes, growing quite impatient. Franky examined the bra like it was a piece of fine art. It made me feel uncomfortable. "Did he buy this for you?"
"Franky!" I grumbled angrily.
She smirked at me and shrugged innocently, throwing the bra back into the box. "Well.." She took a few steps into my direction, "see you at dinner." She flashed me a wink and a crooked smile before she marched out of my cell.
I looked after her, sighing softly.
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I'm not sure if I'm going to continue this, however I do have some ideas for a
possible next chapter.
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