After count, when it was safe, Franky repeated the pattern of sneaking into Bridget's cell. This time, the blonde had an unreadable face expression, lost in her own thoughts, not even acknowledging Franky's presence.
"What's goin' on in ya pretty lil' head, Gidge?" Franky asked as she stood in front of Bridget.
"Huh?" Bridget said as she looked up at Franky.
Franky smiled. "Ya got that look stuck on your face. Like when you wanna understand an inmate but you don't know how," the brunette explained.
"Oh, I'm just wondering how to tell you or if I should tell you," Bridget said slowly.
"Well, don't keep me guessing, Gidge, you know I wanna know," Franky said with a cheeky smile and when she saw that Bridget was not really responding, she decided to start tickling the blonde.
Bridget was ticklish in her sides and within a few seconds she was already begging Franky to stop.
"I'll only stop if you promise to tell me what's got you so serious," Franky said somewhat seriously.
"Ok, ok," Bridget said as she held her hands up in surrender. "You might want to sit down for this."
Obediently, Franky sat down beside Bridget waited.
"Ok, so… you questioned why Vera would assign me to work at the Green Wall Project and I haven't given you an answer. So here it is, she wants me to find out if there's any ulterior motives for that project," Bridget started.
Immediately, panic started to rise inside of Franky. She knew if Bridget started really observing, Allie's plan with hers would be uncovered by Bridget.
"… I found nothing so far but I think there's more to it," Bridget continued but parts of it were not heard by Franky as her mind was racing.
Then, she realized the gravity of the situation. Vera was asking Bridget to be a lagger and that has not ended well for anyone.
"Fuck, Bridget, do you know what dangers you could cause on yourself? Why did you agree to that? Did your car accident mess up your head?" Franky was freaking out more for the blonde's safety than she was with the potential screw up in her plan of getting out.
"I know it's not ideal. To be fair, Vera approached me at a rather bad time. I was in a worst place than I am now and I gave her my word, I can't turn back on it," Bridget said.
"It's also good for the women," Bridget continued.
Franky got up and started pacing, "It was wrong of her to ask you for something that's so fucked up. She took advantage of your fragile state."
"Fuck, it's messed up," Franky said as she raked her hair.
"I know," Bridget said softly. "There's more."
"Wh-what?" Franky stared at Bridget in disbelief and momentarily stopped pacing.
"Will said that there's a dirty officer who's dealing drugs and he wants me to keep an eye on the Green Wall Project to see if drugs are coming in from there."
"Those fucking screws! They're using you, Bridget," Franky said as she began pacing again.
By now, Franky has called the blonde by her real name instead of her made up one and it sent a chill down Bridget's spine. Perhaps she misunderstood the severity of her decisions.
"You're the only one I've told and earlier when Vera spoke to me, she was looking for an update and also she was pitching top dog to me," Bridget said cautiously, afraid of Franky's reaction.
The anger dissolved in Franky's eyes to be replaced with fear. Fear that her love had also taken up the insane task of taking down Ferguson.
"I didn't say yes to taking down Ferguson," Bridget replied as if knowing what was inside Franky's head.
Finally, Franky could breathe easier.
"Is there anything else that happened in the past few days that you're in here? Shit, it's gotta be some record to get in this much shit in such a short time," Franky said as she finally took her seat beside Bridget again.
"I should have told you sooner but I didn't know how to do it. I'm sorry," Bridget said.
When Franky heard Bridget's apology, it hit her like a ton of bricks. She realized that while it took some time for Bridget to come clean about what was going on, there were more that she kept from the blonde.
"Bridget, thank you for telling me and being so honest with me. I know that you know that I have issues with honesty but I also know that you can be trusted. So, I'm sorry too as I have to tell you about some things that I did too but before I do, what is your impression of Iman, you know the new girl."
There it was, the third time Franky used her real name and Bridget knew that it was going to be serious.
"Uh-huh, I don't have much to go on here as I've only been in contact with her for so long. There's something not forthcoming about her. Now, I know everyone in here has their own secret agendas but there's something unsettling about her. Why do you ask?"
"Well, I got internet access to maybe try and get a reduced sentenced for her. I found Mike Pennisi's comment among others. I mean that's a huge coincidence, isn't it?"
"It's a mother of coincidence," Bridget agreed.
"I'm going to ask her about it when I get a chance," Franky said.
"Be careful, Franky. We don't know much about her."
Franky nodded.
"So, what else did you want to tell me?" Bridget asked suddenly recalling the previous part of their conversation.
As detailed as Franky could manage, she told Bridget about how she lied about having nothing to do with Kaz and Will's accident and how she loosened the nuts of the tire. Then she went on to tell Bridget about the time she went into her office just to climb up the vent and how close she was to getting out of Wentworth. She studied the blonde's expressions but Bridget had an appearance of stone; unreadable.
She then braved herself and told Bridget about how she went to Allie for angry rebound sex. Looking at Bridget's wince, she took a deep breath before she continued on the next part, she talked about her alliance with Allie. Revealed details about the laundry conveyor belt, how they fake made out and were found out by Ferguson. Next, she went on to tell about her latest plan that involved getting out of boxes made from the Green Wall Project.
Scared, she looked over at Bridget who now had tears flowing down her eyes. Bridget was not sobbing; the tears just flowed down and the blood veins in her eyes bulged, making her eyes appear red.
"Would you say something? I know it's a lot to handle," Franky begged.
Slowly, Bridget got up. Then she slammed her right fist into the wall, saying, "Fuuuccckkk!" forgetting that the other girls of H2 were sleeping. The soft skin covering Bridget's fist tore upon impact with the wall and some blood oozed out, staining the wall. Bridget was never the physical one as far as Franky knew but she knew that this time, it may be too much of Franky to handle.
Pain shot through Bridget's fist and she partly regretted the pain but there was so much rage inside of her and she did not know how to respond. She felt Franky gently caressing her right fist and was about to gently kiss her numbingly aching fist but in anger, she yanked her hand away.
There was much hurt in Franky's eyes but it did nothing to help her case.
"All this time, you lied to me over and over again. What is it with you?! Don't you trust me enough to tell me what goes on? You've been keeping these things from me and I don't know what else you're keeping a secret," Bridget said as she furiously wiped the tears from her eyes.
"I'm sorry I hurt you. I'm an idiot, ok? Just give me another chance" Franky pleaded as tears filled up her own eyes.
"You've done it this time, Franky. There's too much to process. You know what hurts worst? You trusted Allie. Allie over me, the one who you lived with and professed to love," Bridget said as the hurt was evident in her voice.
"Just leave," Bridget said quietly as she faced her back to Franky, stared out into her opaque window, as if she had some sort of view. Sounding like it was in a distance were sounds of thunder, the promise of a downpour.
"Ok," Franky said as she noiselessly let herself out. She figured some time would do Bridget good, it could calm her rage.
Two hours passed as Bridget stormed around her small cell like a caged animal as her rage dissipated. She then remembered how much she cares and loves Franky that her heart found forgiveness. She believed that Franky was probably having the same pain of rejection that she felt too.
Stealthily, she crept over to Franky's cell, opened the door without knocking. Before she even stepped in, she said, "Franky, I know we both feel awful and perhaps I overreacted," but as she stepped inside, she saw her file opened and papers strewn all over Franky's bed and she was crying.
Franky barely acknowledge Bridget as the blonde sat next to her.
"What's wrong?" Bridget asked quietly as she touched Franky's thigh.
"The girl you allegedly killed, did you know her name?" Franky asked between sobs.
Bridget was puzzled over why the question had the brunette so emotional. At first, Bridget thought that their altercation at her cell was the reason for Franky's tears but now she was unsure.
"No, the police didn't reveal that to me and I didn't ask. Everything was a blur, still is a blur. It all happened so fast. But I don't think it made a difference. I still killed a child," Bridget replied as her voice was laced with guilt, disappointment and shame.
"She was my little sister, Tess," Franky said as she burst into tears once more.