Can We Find Our Way Back?

Chapter 10

Franky's POV

Franky listened to the first couple of sentences the doctor spoke, but she barely heard him after he said the word amnesia. She just heard a loud rushing, intense noise in her head that drowned out all his words. She shut her eyes and tried to hold her tears inside. Oh Fuck, fuck, fuck. Bridget had tried to tell her the truth at first, but Franky wasn't having it. From the look in Bridget's eyes it seemed like she did care until Franky chased her out of her room with her harsh words. According to Mr. Jackson and Bridget that shit with Red and that whole Top Dog mess happened over two fucking years ago. Franky was brought back out of her thoughts as she heard someone calling her name.

"Franky…Franky!" It was the Doc. God he was annoying, Franky just wanted him to leave. To get the fuck out of her room. "Are you in pain Franky?"

"What do you think doc?" Franky looked up at him with a disbelieving glare.

"I'll talk to the nurse about giving you some more pain killers, but for now, just get some rest."

Franky was now alone with Mr. Jackson and they just stared at each other until Franky looked away. She didn't want to see the pity in his eyes.

"You heard him Franky, get some rest. I'll be right outside your door."

"Mr. J?" Franky said it so softly she wasn't sure he had heard her.

"Yeah?" He answered.

"Can you find Bridget for me? I need to apologize to her." Franky tried to give him her best puppy dog stare.

He let out a huge breath and finally nodded.

Franky heard him call Bridget as soon as he stepped out the room. Hm. Guess Franky hadn't chased her that far away. She didn't know why but her heart suddenly started to race in anticipation of seeing Bridget again. Fuck. They must have had something going on. Naw. No fucking way could she and Bridget have been in love. Franky quickly tried to dismiss it and chalked her reaction up to the meds.

"Must be affecting my heart or some shit." She whispered to herself as she rubbed her chest.

When Bridget entered the room, she looked hesitant. Franky immediately saw that she had been crying. Oh fuck. That was because of her. She had already fucked things up. As usual.

"Hey, sorry bout before. I didn't mean to yell at ya." Franky honestly was really fucking sorry. And this surprised her. She had no idea why she felt like she needed to apologize to the blonde, or why she felt this intense pull to be around her. Usually she tried her best not to give a shit about other people. Self-preservation and all that junk.

Bridget was still standing far away from Franky which frustrated her. Just fucking great Franky, now she wouldn't even come near ya. Bridget couldn't even look at her too long as she turned her head away, and stared at the wall which, apparently, was more fucking interesting than looking at Franky.

Making a small joke didn't really help as Bridget shook her head. Nope. She was not budging. Fuck she was stubborn. Franky felt herself grow more and more desperate.

"Look I said I was sorry. Fuck. I just woke up from a fucking coma. And I don't remember two years of my life. I'm in shit Bridget."

Dammit not these unwanted tears again. Franky sniffled and tried to take slow breaths. Don't lose your shit now Franky. Show no weakness.

"Franky, why did you ask for me?"

Good fucking question. Franky didn't know the answer to that one herself. Not really. She just knew that she felt things when the blonde was around. She felt cared for. Wasn't she holding her hand and stroking her hair when she woke up? Bridget obviously was concerned for Franky. She wished she could remember something, cause fuck, maybe that would explain the ache in her chest whenever Bridget was around.

Franky said the first thing that came to her head, she didn't really think about it.

"Cause you're not too bad to look at?" She tried to give her best smile.

Bridget just stared at her, and then Franky saw her give a small smile. Barely noticeable. Fuck yea! She still had it.

"I got a fuckload of shit to ask you Bridget. I wanna know what happened to me." She paused. "Are you and I going bumper to bumper?" It was a legit question Franky thought, after how Bridget was reacting since she had woken up.

Then something amazing happened. Bridget fucking laughed. Franky couldn't help the huge grin that broke out on her face. What a beautiful sound. The blonde's face lit up and she looked so fucking gorgeous. Franky decided she wanted to make the blonde laugh more.

Franky gave a fake shocked, open mouthed reaction, while chuckling and smiling. "What? It's not true then."

Bridget finally approached her bed and sat in the chair that was next to it, all the while, wearing a small smile on her face. Franky watched her as she came closer and her heart monitor started beeping a little faster. Oh fuck. Calm down Franky.

Bridget looked worried as she glanced at the monitor and then back at Franky.

"Are you okay?" she asked. Franky just nodded and bit her lip. She suddenly had this overwhelming need to touch the blonde, but of course the fucking handcuffs were stopping her. She did have one hand free but she couldn't reach Bridget with that arm.

"Doc says I have to stay here for a week. Then it's back to prison." Franky gave a small shrug as if it was no big deal. Bridget smiled sadly.

"So Gidget you gonna answer my question or not?"

Franky doesn't know what she said wrong, because Bridget froze and her eyes started to accumulate tears. Oh fuck. She tried to reach out with her other hand and Bridget eyes flew to Franky's outstretched hand. She hesitated for a second before she grabbed it and held Franky's hands in hers.

Franky felt a shock go over her arm and into her body. She instantly felt like she was at home, like she was alive. She wanted to keep touching this blonde all the fucking time. She ran her thumb over the back of Bridget's hand. "I know you said your name is Bridget but I prefer Gidget." Franky gave her signature smile and then it fucking happened again. Bridget let out a laugh.

"You used to call me that. That was your nickname for me." Bridget smiled softly. "And yes, Franky we were in a relationship."

"In fucking Wentworth! No fucking way Gidge! So…you were a prisoner there?" Franky assumed this was what happened. And now Bridget was out, because she looked like a free woman. But Bridget shook her head, and Franky was confused.

"I was the prison's psychologist." Frank's jaw dropped in surprise and Bridget chuckled.

"No fucking way."

Bridget nodded. "Nothing happened while you were in prison, but when you were paroled we had a relationship for months."

Franky felt her heart plummet. She swallowed and stuttered out, "What do ya mean when I was paroled? In case you hadn't noticed Gidge, I'm still fucking chained to this bed." Franky chuckled and tried to laugh it off, but really her heart felt like it was about to hammer out of her chest.

Bridget looked like she was preparing herself to give Franky some bad news. Franky felt Bridget's hand tighten around hers ever so slightly.

"Franky you got out on parole. We were together. Then fucking Mike Pinnisi." Bridget shook her head, looked down briefly, and then back into Franky's eyes. "They said you killed him, and a lot of shit happened that you kept from me. You told me you had seen him, even had fucking coffee with him, and that was a breach of your parole. I still can't believe you did that. When you told me that, I was so fucking scared. I was scared I would lose you."

Franky felt her eyes filling with tears. She had made it out of that fucking hell hole, and she was now back in. Had she killed Mike? She had no fucking idea. She tried to remember but was drawing a blank. Fuck! Bridget said she met with him. Why the fuck would she even do that? That didn't sound like her.

"I killed him?"

"No baby I don't think you did. I think somebody framed you."

Franky was not so sure. She had killed before. And the guy used to get on her last nerve and make her so angry that she threw hot oil in his face. What if he had made her angry again and in the heat of the moment she fucking stabbed the shithead? Fuck. Franky didn't know. She felt so lost and like a fucking failure! How could she be so fucking stupid to do something that ended with her back in prison. She had been out, and from the look of things, she had had a gorgeous girlfriend to boot.

She pulled her hands out of Bridget's and said, "I'm not a good person."

Bridget gasped.

After a beat, she said. "Yes. You are Franky."

"No I'm not."

"Franky look at me." Frank shook her head, unable to make eye contact.

"You are Franky. I know you are." Bridget reached for her hand again, and Franky shook her head vigorously, pouting as she did so.

"No. I'm not a good person Gidget. You don't know."

Franky suddenly felt herself being sucked into her head, and flashes of a moment played out before her eyes. Just like she was watching a fucking movie.

"I'm not a good person!" she shouted.

"Yes you are."

"No, because if I saw her I'd cut her throat! So how the hell does that make me good?"

"It makes you angry."

"I'd fucking kill her!" she shouted at the top of her lungs.

"I don't believe you, you're not a murderer." Bridget seemed adamant but Franky was not having it.

"You don't know shit!"

"I know you're not a killer."

"Yes I am!"

"Yeah well who have you killed?"

"I fucking killed Meg Jackson!"

And there it was. Franky felt herself crumbling inside at the admission. Fuck. Now she was really fucked. She couldn't stop the tears that escaped as she leaned against the door. She was broken now, inconsolable. She had just confessed to Bridget. Bye bye parole.

Bridget just sat in that green chair breathing heavily and wearing a look of shock.

"It was an accident, but I did it." Franky confessed even more. "She shat on me like Mum did, and that's what I hang on to when I see her dying. I pretend it was her." she said tearfully.

Bridget looked like she didn't know what to say and she was probably regretting pushing Franky so far. Guess she never knew what secrets Franky had in her closet. Shit. Well now she was never getting out of here. She would be stuck in this stinking prison, with these fucking arseholes for the rest of her life.

Bridget closed her eyes. "Alright don't say any more."

"If you go into detail, I'll have to report it." She continued, as Franky slid down the door, not able to stand on her legs anymore. The guilt had been crushing her.

Franky sobbed and then took several breaths trying to get her emotions under control. She wiped her face and sniffled.

"Do you still think I'm a good person do ya?"

"Franky!...Franky! Darling, look at me!"

Franky's head was pounding and her eyes were squeezed tight as the memory washed over her. She had been in Bridget's office, it looked like, and had fucking confessed to murder. She held one hand to her head because of the severe pain she was experiencing.

"Gidge…" she said softly, in a pained voice.

As she opened her eyes she saw Bridget was holding her cuffed forearm in a tight grip and standing over her. She was gently touching Franky's cheek.

"Franky are you ok? You scared me."

"I think I just saw a memory…ah fuck!" she cried out as a sharp pain tore through her skull.

When she opened her eyes, she saw Bridget's blue eyes were wide open in terror.

"Franky…" Bridget motioned to her nose.

Franky put her finger to her nose. When she pulled it away her fingers were red.

"Shit."

"I'm getting the doctor." Bridget said in a worried voice.