Franky Doyle- Dark Fridget Fic
I could hear sirens buzzing outside the window and it terrified me out of a dead sleep. I was dizzy in a way that I hadn't felt since I saw my dad in prison, in a haze I was so familiar with, my stomach turned hard against my skin. I lay in my strange bed wrapped so tightly in the sheets that I could hear my heart pounding against the walls of my chest. I crawled myself out of the blankets to the bathroom. My knees cold on the hardwood floors. I fell so quickly in front of the toilet that I nearly gave myself whiplash but I knew the rhythm of what came next and that was sickeningly comforting in the midst of all the change around me. I wretched loudly vomiting my fears and confusion as dawn was barely creeping through the windowsill. happy to be alone in my misery but only for a moment before I heard her sweeping through the hallway, floor boards creaking as she tiptoed. I wiped my mouth and the sweat from my brow thinking I could recover in time, but I hurled myself forward just as fast to continue my purge completely out of my control. It didn't matter to her, somehow, my brokenness was all she knew anyway.
"Franky? Are you alright babe?" She hollered into the bathroom door. She didn't stop to knock but softly pried the door. I looked up slowly and gave her a thumbs up.
"Yeah Gidge, having a fucking party in here you don't know what you're missing..." I snarked back roughly to hide my fragile state but she paid no mind to my facade.
"Here." She said putting a glass of water next to me on the floor.
"Thanks..." I said much more gently than before. "You can go now." I said shooting her a defensive glare.
"No I can't Francesca. Please, it's me cut the fucking act." She looked me up and down sternly before holding my hair back. "I'm staying until you're ready to come back to bed."
I softened, and let my body go limp against her remembering why I let this woman take me home with her, why I was letting her teach me to trust, even if I was certain that wasn't possible.