It had been a couple of weeks since the incident with Kim. Franky had just got in from work, an hour and a half later than usual thanks to a mountain of paperwork that needed to be sifted through, and could not wait for a glass of wine and her bed. Bridget was attending a university careers fair tomorrow early morning at The University of Melbourne so Franky didn't go over there after work as she tended to.
Franky kicked off her leather loafers as she entered her apartment, picked up the post and poured a large glass of red wine, a habit she was learning from Gidge. She began sifting through the post; it had built up as she had spent the past 3 days with the blonde. Bill, junk, bill, junk, a CD case. That was odd, she thought. The case was blank with nothing written on it. She walked over to the sound system in the living room and inserted the CD. The sound of The Police filled the air and she shuddered.
Every breath you take
Every move you make
Every bond you break
Every step you take
I'll be watching you
Every single day
Every word you say
Every game you play
Every night you stay
I'll be watching you
There was only one person behind this, Franky thought, her blood boiling. The song continued to play; it was stuck on a loop.
Oh can't you see
You belong to me
How my poor heart aches
With every step you take
Every move you make
Every vow you break
Every smile you fake
Every claim you stake
I'll be watching you
Since you've gone I've been lost without a trace
I dream at night I can only see your face
I look around but it's you I can't replace
I feel so cold and I long for your embrace
I keep crying baby, baby please
"Aghhhh!" Franky cried out loud, hitting the eject button hard. Kim was out of her mind, and this sort of childish shit had her name written all over it. The words of the song resonated in her mind and as she homed in on them, they were unnerving. She rooted through her bag for her phone and called her ex-girlfriend, absolutely seething.
"Hello?" Kim's sickly sweet innocent-acting voice permeated her eardrum.
"Did you think that was funny?" Franky shouted. "When are you going to grow the fuck up? You are obsessed, it needs to stop?"
"I...I don't know what you are talking about Franky, is everything ok?"
"Don't play the innocent girl with me, Kimberley, it does not suit you. If that CD was your idea of a joke I didn't find it very funny. Leave me alone Kim, I mean it."
"Or what?" Kim's voice had a hint of trouble in it, and Franky did not like her attitude one bit. She was way past caring about her feelings now. This stalker shit never ended well, multiple cases at her work to prove it.
"You'll find out, that's what. Now fuck off and leave me alone!"
She hung up, her heart racing from the anger she felt. When was Kim going to move on and leave her alone? She actually felt sorry for the girl. Granted, she had broken her heart but she had to move on, there was no way they would ever get back together. Franky had found her love in Bridget, a woman who would never dream of acting this way; Kim needed to grow up, fast. If she pulled anything like that again Franky would not hesitate to call the police and report it. Her firm represented both 'stalkers' and the ex-partners of jilted lovers wanting revenge, and 9 times out of 10 it did not end well. Although she had not seen a case personally, one of her colleague's client's from many years ago had killed his ex-wife and then himself because she ended their marriage. A deeply chilling thought. She pushed the thoughts out of her mind and instead decided to call Bridget.
She decided not to mention this to her; it was essentially harmless and Bridget had to focus on delivering an epic speech tomorrow to future prospective forensic psychologists.
"Hello baby," Bridget purred as she answered the phone.
"Hey Gidge." Franky instantly calmed after hearing her voice. "You alright?"
"Mmmhmm," she replied. "I'm just fixing a quick bit of dinner. Chicken pasta."
Franky laughed. "Don't burn it!" Cooking was not Bridget's forte. As intelligent as she was, her culinary skills just did not come naturally to her.
"Shut it! How was your day?"
"The usual. Shitloads of paperwork, that's why I'm so late back. I hate that aspect of the job, I feel like it takes me away from doing what I really need to be, with people, not with a pen and paper!"
"I feel your pain baby," Bridget agreed, pouring herself a glass of wine. "Just wait until you are a qualified lawyer, the paperwork doesn't end there!"
"I know, just sucks when I could be helping people, that's time better spent in my eyes!"
The two conversed for another 10 minutes before Bridget went to eat her dinner, soak in the tub and then hit the sheets. Franky decided to do the same. She ran a scalding hot bubble bath, topped up her wine and sunk in, letting the water melt away some of her tensions. She still felt so tense though, and angry. Was the song a warning for her? Was Kim really watching her every move? The words kept running around in her brain as the thought about it in the bath:
Every breath you take
Every move you make
Every bond you break
Every step you take
I'll be watching you
Every single day
Every word you say
Every game you play
Every night you stay
I'll be watching you
She just had to keep her wits about her and be on the lookout for anything unusual. She still felt on edge though, and incredibly tense. She wished Bridget was here to rub her shoulders the way she so magically did, a miracle cure for just about anything. She lay back in the bath and imagined Bridget's hands on her, massaging away the stress. But her imagination soon began to run away with her. She pictured Bridget's lips pressed against the back of her neck, and her hands making their way down from her shoulders, past her breasts, over her stomach and finally on that sweet spot between her legs. Franky's own hands brushed against her nipples, and slowly down to her opening. She continued to picture Bridget's gentle assault on her body as she touched herself. It was true that sex (or in this case self-love) was the best stress-reliever and Franky felt herself unwind a little more following an orgasm. She lay there a little longer, enjoying the hot water on her body before she clambered into bed and fell asleep almost instantly.
It was a little after 2 am when Franky's ringing phone woke her from her slumber. Not bothering to check the caller ID in her half comatose state, she answered, presuming it was work-related.
"Hello," she croaked.
"Franky!" It was Bridget, sounding incredibly panicked and worked up. "Franky I think someone has broken into my car!"
Franky sat up. Fuck! It better have not been who she thought it would have been.
"The fuck? Did you hear anything?"
"I woke up to a sound like glass smashing and the alarm going off. Oh god, oh for fuck sake!"
"Calm down Gidge, it's ok. No one has tried to get into the house, right?" Franky was worried but didn't want to show it.
"I...uh, I don't think so. Shit, Franky, I'm scared now!"
"Hey, hey, it's ok. I'm on my way over yeah? Call the police, stay in the bedroom and don't open the door to anyone until the police or I get there ok?"
"Ok. Hurry though, this is seriously creeping me out."
Franky hurled the closest thing to her across the room, a trainer, in anger. She knew exactly who had done this. It was one thing to target her, but now she had started messing with Bridget and she would not get away with that. Franky quickly threw on her gym kit which was the closest clean outfit to hand and jumped in the car, breaking all speed limits to get to Bridget's as soon as she could.
When she pulled up outside her house, she could see that the police had already arrived. She gasped when she saw Bridget's Audi; it had 'WHORE' spray-painted on the side, and a brick had been thrown through the windscreen, as well as all the tyres slashed.
"Jesus," muttered. "That bitch is going to pay."
She banged on Bridget's door. "It's me Gidge, let me in!"
Bridget came to the door and Franky instantly pulled her into her arms, holding her tightly.
"Are you ok?" Franky kissed the top of her head.
"I'm ok, Franky," she replied, pulling away and heading back to the kitchen where the policeman was taking a statement from her.
"I know who did it," Franky said. "The same person sent me a creepy CD with The Police's 'Every Breath You Take' playing on a loop."
"What the fuck? When?" Bridget asked. "Why didn't you tell me?"
'Because I didn't wanna worry you Gidge, you've got enough on your plate and this is my mess. I told her not to mess with you and look what she did! I'm gonna fucking kill the bitch!"
The policeman looked up at Franky. "You know, we take threats against life seriously, Miss,"
Franky sighed. "Not literally, come on. I'm just so pissed off with it all!"
She gave a statement to the police officer and told him the whole story. How she and Kim met, their relationship, how she had met Bridget and fallen in love, breaking up with Kim, her ambush the other week, and now this.
"To be honest officer, I know morally I was in the wrong but the only crime I committed here was to fall in love. And now she's adamant about ruining both our lives because of it! I'm especially not happy that she is now targeting my partner. I mean, where will it all stop?"
Franky paced up and down the kitchen and punched the wall, her mind working overtime. Bridget took hold of her arm and pulled her closer in an attempt to calm her down.
"It's going to be ok, you hear me? Let the police do their job and they will put an end to this. Look at me."
Franky turned to look at the blonde and saw her whole world in her eyes. She knew the police would do fuck all, quite literally. There was no proof that any of this was Kim, so in essence, she would get away with it.
"I love ya Gidge, I'm gonna put an end to this right now." She ran out the house and to her car before anyone could stop her and made the journey across town to Kim's house. This stops right now, she thought.