Playing Dirty
Franky's POV
It's been a good two weeks or so since Bridget was fired. I can definitely tell the difference of the atmosphere since her absence. The halls aren't the same, my days damn sure aren't the same. I got that lonely feeling today as Ms. Bennett escorts me to the Governor's office.
"What does Ferguson want?" I ask as we approach the Governor's door.
"Just go in the office, Doyle," Vinegar Tits orders.
I enter the Governor's office, Ferguson sits there with a goofy grin, looking through a file.
"Doyle, I have some news about your parole heaving due to unforeseen circumstances…"
"What? It's been postponed?" I start feeling sick to my stomach.
"No, it's been moved up. Tomorrow morning at ten a.m.," Ferguson says.
I wanna be happy but without Bridget I'm not sure how things will pan out. "Does Ms. Westfall know?" I ask.
"Everyone who needs to be informed have been. Are you worried about preparation time?" The bitch smirks.
This bitch is playing with me, but I won't let her intimidate me. "Nuh, it's all good."
"Well, see you tomorrow morning. By the way, I'll be giving my own statement voicing my opinion on your parole eligibility."
"Course you will," I mumble under my breath.
I shake my head and exit the office. I return to my unit knowing Ferguson is trying to fuck up my parole. I need to focus and start preparing my statement, shit Gidget told me not to wait until the last minute. Shit…shit…shit! Once back at the unit, I open my closed cell door and find Sophie naked under my covers. Curse these damn good looks and charm of mine.
"What the fuck?" I say.
"You gonna close that?" Sophie asks. She is looking at me like a piece of meat.
"Uh-uh, nah!" I say shaking my head. "I don't have time for this shit, Soph," I explain.
"But Franky, I thought…"
"What…what'd you think?" I shrug.
"You and me," she says innocently.
"Why?" I never knew she felt like this.
"Doesn't matter," she says.
There was no way this was happening. Not because she wasn't beautiful. But because she was too young, and I've been known to turn many of women out. Not to mention despite everything Liz has done she is still like a mum to me, so as Sophie as nothing more than a little sister.
"Well, can you turn around so I can get dressed?" she asks.
I turn facing the door. "I'm sorry, Sophie. Cute girl in my bed, usually I'd be all over that."
Sophie finishes getting dressed and exits the cell. I can see she's embarrassed but shit the last thing I need is another Kim on my hand and at Sophie's age she'll probably be ten times worse.
Vera's POV
I remain back in the office after Doyle leaves. Now that her parole hearing is tomorrow, I'm worried. I know Joan had something to do with that push forward and the way she sprung it on Doyle at the last minute doesn't sit well with me. I'd also been going through Bridget's file on Ferguson and the incidents surrounding Jodie Spiteri and Bea Smith, there was definitely something weird going on. I am starting to regret telling Joan anything about Franky and Bridget.
"We need to allocate someone to take over the kitchen detail when Doyle is released," I inform Joan.
She closes Franky's file and gives off that sneaky smirk. "Let's just wait and see, shall we?"
"You don't think she'll get paroled?" I ask.
"I didn't say that," Joan quickly replies.
During lunch I hurry to my locker and make an important phone call.
Bridget's POV
I was shocked when Vera called my phone. I hadn't heard from her in weeks. My first thought before answering was, God, I hope Franky's okay.
"Vera?" I answer.
"Bridget, I know you don't want to speak to me, but I really need to see you," she sounds desperate.
"Okay, text me a time and place." I hang up.
A few seconds later I receive a text message it's an address to a diner and the time. Luckily, I was on my way out to lunch before my 2:00 session anyway. I arrive at the diner and find Vera sitting at a table in the middle of the diner. I take the seat directly across from her.
"Why did you want to see me?" I ask.
"I owe you an apology," Vera admits.
"Oh, really that's a change of tone," I respond with a smirk.
"I think you are right about, Ferguson," Vera confesses.
"So, she was responsible for the pencil found in Jodie Spiteri's cell?" I ask.
"I believe so, yes." Vera shrugs. "But why is she torturing Jodie?"
"Psychopaths usually use elaborate schemes and pawns to get to their real target," I inform.
"Which in this case is Bea and Franky?" Vera blurts out. "Why haven't you gone to the board with this?" Vera questions.
I want to say because last time I checked I was fired thanks to you, but I don't. "Because I can't prove it. Ferguson made sure Jodie Spiteri was not a viable witness. No one would believe a word she says now."
"If I find proof and go to the board with it, will you support me?"
Now I can use this to my advantage. "Absolutely, but after Franky Doyle's parole has been granted." I smile.
Vera raises her eyebrows.
"Is something wrong?" I ask concern.
"Are you aware that Doyle's hearing has been moved up?" she inquires.
This is a shock to me, last I heard Franky's parole hearing was weeks away. "No, I wasn't aware of that."
"It's tomorrow at ten a.m." Vera confirms.
"Is she ready?" This sudden new concerns me. I wasn't ready to receive it so I know Franky can't be ready. Vera shakes her head. "Damn, can you get me in to see her?" Vera eyes me strangely. "Vera you told me at the beginning of this journey that everyone who has tried to help Franky fails. I don't want to be one of those people. I need to know if she's ready and I need her to know I'm going to be there, and everything will be okay."
"Bridget, you know I can't get you in to see Doyle. Ferguson is spider she has eyes in the back of her head. She will report you to the board if she sees you. But for what it's worth you didn't fail Franky. I can honestly see how hard she has worked to be better since she met you."
"Thank you, Vera. That means a lot coming from you." I smile and reach across the table for her hand.
"You know what, if you give me your number, I may be able to find a way for Doyle to call you."
I couldn't believe Vera was offering to take that kind of risk behind Ferguson's back. I don't question it. I take a business card out of my purse with my number on it and pass it to her.
Franky's POV
I had just finished getting dressed and was about to head to the kitchen when my door opens.
"Shit, Red, ever heard of knocking?" I ask.
Red smirks then roll her eyes and reaches her hand out with a mobile in it.
"What the fuck is this?" I'm confused.
"Just take the fucking phone, Franky," Red demands.
"Okay, for fuck's sake." I take the phone and Red leaves back out, shutting the door. I look at the phone and see that a number has been dialed. "Hello?" I speak into it.
"Franky?" My heart literally melts hearing her sweet voice.
"Gidget?" I had to be sure.
"Yes," she confirms.
"How'd you… what the fuck?" I ramble.
"That's not important. I heard about your hearing being pushed up. I just want to make sure you're prepared. Tomorrow is very important, there can't be no slip ups," Bridget says.
"I didn't think you knew. You can never be sure with Ferguson," I reply.
"Well, I wasn't aware at first, but I am now. Just don't tell Ferguson."
"It's good to hear your voice, Gidge. I've missed you."
I can hear her girly giggle through the phone. "Just be ready for your hearing. I promise I will be there." Bridget hangs up.
I take a moment to control my blushing, then finally exit my cell and go find Red. Red is out in the yard at the table playing cards with Maxie. I sit beside her and slide the phone back in her hand.
"I'm not gonna ask how. Thank you, I owe you, Red," I say.
Red shakes her head. "Nah, you don't just focus on your parole."
"Right we don't need another year of your bullshit around here," Maxie jokes.
Me, Red and Maxie laugh.
"I gotta get to the kitchen, hopefully Fletch will let me go early so I can prepare my statement.
"Good luck, Franky," Maxie says.
Getting the greenlight to leave work duty was good news, because it gave me the time that I need to prepare my statement. In the midst of leaving my workstation I get sidetracked when I see Kim and Cindy Lou sneaking drugs into the kitchen as if I wouldn't figure out what they were doing. I follow Kim out to the loading dock, grab her from behind and throw into the wall.
"What the fuck, Franky?" she shrieks.
"What the fuck are you doing?" I snap.
"Franky, I don't know what you're talking about." Kim tries to act dumb.
"You are bringing that shit in through the kitchen. I saw it. Now stop acting like a fuckin' child."
"So, what if I am, huh? What are you gonna do about it?" Kim looks at me with malice in her eyes.
"That's my kitchen. If you get caught, this shit falls back on me and there goes my parole."
Kim scoffs. "Your parole? I fuckin' love you, Franky!" I can see the shift from anger to hurt in her eyes.
"I never made you any promises, Kim. And you know what Red thinks about drugs. Have you thought about that?"
"Not everyone dances to her tune anymore. And last time I checked you were still pinning after that shrink. So, unless you're gonna lag, fuck off and leave me alone."
Kim tries to storm off, but I grab her arm, stopping her. I look her directly in her face. "I am just saying, do not fuck up your life because of me."
I have such a pounding headache once I make it to the library. As if Ferguson's bullshit isn't stressful enough, now I have Kim and hurt feelings to worry about. I knew the kitchen debacle wasn't the last of Kim's temper tantrum. I have known her for years and when she's hurt, she's like a hit dog that keeps whining. I thought about the sound of Gidget's sexy voice to get my mind right. About an hour later, I was headed back to my cell when I see Kim running out of my unit. I don't know for sure what's going but it looks sketchy as hell.
"Kim what the fuck have you done, bitch!" I yell and run to my cell.
As I am tearing everything over trying to find whatever Kim has stashed, Red barges in and confirms my suspicions.
"Do you know anything about these drugs coming in here and Cindy Lou overdosing?"
I don't answer Red, I gotta find that shit.
"Well, do ya?" she continues. "Franky, what's wrong?"
"Did you see Kim, just now?" I ask.
"Yeah?"
"Fuck where is it?" I yell and throw up my arms.
Then it dawns on me and I reach behind the TV, feeling eight balloons. I pull them out, Red and I are both shocked.
"Flush 'em," we say at the same time.
I throw them in the toilet and as luck would have it at the same time a cell toss has been ordered. No doubt looking for this shit, Kim planted on me. I press the flush button and six balloons flush but two are still floating in the water.
Red exits my cell and shuts the door. "Let me know if you need anything, Franky." Red calls loudly.
I grab the balloons and put them in my pussy quickly but Fletch still catches me tying the strings to my teal sweats.
"What the fuck? I'm taking a dump," I lie.
Fletch isn't buying it, then Ferguson comes behind him and he lags on me.
"Mr. Fletcher, anything to report?" the fuckin' Freak asks.
"I opened the door and found Doyle tying up her track pants like she was hiding something," Fletch snitches.
"Slot her!" Ferguson demands.
"Shit!" I grumble.
When we get to the slot, Ferguson informs me that I can only get out if I agree to a cavity search to prove I am not holding. No way is her big ass hands about to touch my privates. Hell no!
I slide down to the floor, lay my head against the wall and couldn't help crying. I've worked so fuckin' hard to get out here. Now it could possibly be ruined, because of Ferguson and my crazy ex playing dirty. I racked my brain the rest of the day about how I was going to get out. By sundown it was clear there was only one thing I could do, but I had to do it carefully without getting caught. So, I lay on the bed with my back to the cameras and reach down as if I'm adjusting my undies and get the balloons out of my pussy one by one, then swallow them. Please believe this was a last resort but getting out of here and to my parole hearing was my main and only priority.
Early the next morning, I get word to Smiles, to give Ferguson a message. It doesn't take long for Ferguson's big, ugly ass to appear in my cell wearing a devious grin.
"Ms. Miles, says you wanted to see me?" Ferguson states.
"You said I can get outta here if I agree to a cavity search," I remind her.
"That is correct," she replies.
"Go 'head and get it over with," I oblige.
Ferguson flashes that deranged grin, then looks at Vera. "Leave us."
"Shouldn't I stay?" Vinegar Tits inquire.
"No," Ferguson snaps.
Vera leaves hesitantly and shuts the door. Ferguson pulls out a pair of black gloves and slowly slides them on her hands with a loud snap.
"Off they come," she teases.
I slowly drop my pants and undies. This crazy bitch walks over to me, then behind me and looks at me for about two minutes before finally conducting the search. She starts slow, then speeds up, hard and rough. I fight to keep my groans of pain deep inside. I know any reaction would satisfy the evil within her and I refuse to give her what she wants. It takes that bitch five long minutes or so to finish.
"Big tough girl, huh?" Ferguson taunts.
God I wanna slap that smirk off her face. "Find anything, Inspector Gadget?" Ferguson slowly shakes her head. "Didn't think so."
"Ms. Bennett, will you see to it that Doyle gets back to her unit," Ferguson instructs.
"Are you okay?" Vera asks as she escorts me back to H-2.
"What do you think?" I reply.
She has a look of guilt on her face and walks off. As I enter the cell, I see Boomer sitting at the table, knitting, just the person I need to help me with my sudden dilemma.
"Booms?" I start.
"What?" she barks.
"I need a favor."
Boomer slams the yarn and needle on the table, gets up and walks over to me.
"You swallowed them, huh?"
I look at her knowingly. "Didn't have much choice, did I?"
Boomer nods and speeds off past me out of the unit. A few minutes later, Boomer comes in my cell with a large bottle of liquid.
"Pina and Colada, that should do that trick," Boomer states. "Karma's a bitch, eh?" She laughs a little.
"Mother of all bitches," I respond also laughing a little.
Karma definitely is a bitch, despite all the circumstances leading up to today. I'd done some fucked up shit to people in the past and played dirty as well, so there was no point sulking, it was crunch time.