Facing The Truth

Franky's POV

I sit in my cell drinking this shit Boomer gave me and jotting down what I'ma say to the parole board. I can feel the queasiness and irritation in my stomach. I want this shit out of me like yesterday. Red and Boomer barge into my cell, Boomer looks sad and Red looks worried.

"What the fuck is going on, Franky?" Red asks. I look at her and shrug. "Boomer says you gotta a gut full of Heroin."

"It's none of your business, Red. Shit Boomer, why'd you have to blabber to her?" I frown.

"I'm scared, Franky," Boomer cries. "You remember what happened to Su Yung," Boomer states, taking me back to that night.

I'd almost forgot about the Korean chick who had the two balloons of Heroin in her guts. Then again how could I have forgotten, she died on my floor, foaming white shit out of her mouth, from the Heroin exploding inside of her.

"Franky, you need to get to fucking medical now. Doing more time is better than dying," Red says.

Is she fucking crazy? If I get caught with these two balloons that's at least another three to five years. No fuckin' way. "I'd rather fuckin' die," I say, shaking my head.

"Well, I'm not gonna let you do that," Red challenges.

"It's really not up to you, Red," I say just before Vinegar Tits appears at the cell door.

"Doyle, it's time for you hearing. You ready?" Vinegar Tits questions.

"Yep." I walk through Red and Boomer out of my cell, following Vinegar Tits. "See you on the flipside, Red."

Bridget's POV

Since Ferguson doesn't know I'm going to be at Franky's hearing and purposely tried to sabotage the whole experience and keep from the hearing. I have to maintain the element of surprise. So, I arrive at Wentworth at 9:30 a.m., and head straight to processing and wait until 9:50 before I finally have an officer escort me to the meeting room. The minute I walk in I see a surprised look on Joan's face, like she's asking how the fuck did I find out. I shoot the panel of judges a smile, then sit in the empty chair right next to Joan. I smirk at her and roll my eyes, then cross my legs and straighten the jacket on my suit for intimidation purposes. I can literally see the steam rising off Joan's head. A few minutes later Franky enters the room, thankfully my legs are already crossed, I inhale deeply, hold it and release it as she stands before the panel and looks back at me flashing that angelic yet bad girl smile that I love so fucking much.

Franky's POV

Seeing Gidget was like a breath of fresh air especially after the shit I'd been through the last twenty-four hours. On the flipside Ferguson sat next to her no doubt trying to intimidate me, but I acted as if she wasn't there and focused on the panel.

"Francesca Doyle," the female judge states.

"Your Honor?"

"Do you feel you are ready to be a productive and positive member of society?"

I smile thinking I had my statement in the bag, but I as soon as I begin to speak my head starts hurting, the room feels like it's spinning. I'm seeing doubles of everyone and this shit in my guts is really getting to me. My stomach starts bubbling I don't know if it wants to relieve itself through the front, the back or both.

"I'm sorry...I'm sorry...sorry...sorry." I kneel over holding my stomach. I feel like I'm ready to pass out, then I hear a voice in head.

"You got this Franky. Just open your mouth and speak. You need this...we need this."

I follow the voice's instruction, stand straight up and just opens my mouth.

"I'm not gonna lie to ya. I dont know." I shrug and tears form in my eyes, but I keep going, "When I chucked hot oil on that guy it had nothing to do with him. It was about me. I suffered a lot as a child and a young woman. I was an angry person and that anger had control over me. But I've since vowed to change, and I've worked bloody hard to do so." Tears pour down my face and I sniffle hard. "Maybe not hard enough but I do know I don't wanna go back to being the angry girl in the kitchen. That's the truth." That came out of left field but it was honest and real. Now it was in the judges' hands.

"Thank you, you may take a seat," The female judges says.

"Thank you." I say and take my seat.

"Ms. Westfall?" The female judge acknowledges. "Your statement please."

Gidget sits all the way up in her chair, she looks at me then at the judge. "I have worked in corrections for nearly twenty years. So, I'm no new hand here. But what I will say is that in those years I have never treated a client with such promise and potential as Franky Doyle. Now she's been really honest with you today...maybe too honest. But she has owned up to her issues and acknowledged that anger or no one else no longer has control over her. She is a work in progress, and she knows that. I believe that's important. She is as ready for parole as anyone could be."

Gidget's statement makes me blush. But it quickly fades when the judge turns to Ferguson.

"Ms. Ferguson," The female judge says

"No objection to parole, Your Honor."

Now that's a shocker. I guess Gidget's statement was too much even her evil ass couldn't fight against that.

As I sit there waiting for the hearing to conclude my stomach starts bubbling again, this time worse than before. God this shit hurts. I can't help kneeling over the edge of the chair.

"Ms. Doyle are you not well?" the female judge asks her voice sounds annoyed.

"C…can I please…please be excused?" I can barely get the words out.

To my surprise Ferguson speaks up. "I think we can close the hearing now, Your Honor." She turns to the screw on post. "Please escort Doyle to medical."

The screw helps me out of the chair. As I am being led to the door Bridget gets up, walks over and gently rubs my back.

"Are you okay?" she asks looking concerned.

I nod and follow the screw out of the room. The nurse gives me something to soothe my stomach briefly, enough for me to make it back to my cell. just as I am leaving medical, I get grabbed by Mr. Jackson.

"Come here!" he growls.

"What the fuck?"

Mr. Jackson drags me down the corridor where Meg was killed. He slams me against the back wall and gives me the death glare.

"What's your problem?" I ask.

"You're my fuckin' problem!" Mr. Jackson screams and holds me up a little by my hoodie with both hands, so tight I can't move. "You fucking killed my wife! Don't fucking deny it!"

"What the fuck?" I mumble to myself. I know Gidget didn't say anything she promised she wouldn't. Then it dawns on me. "Fucking Ferguson."

"Come on, Franky," Mr. Jackson continues. "Tell the truth for once in your fucking life."

I start crying not knowing what to say.

"You did it, didn't you?" Mr. Jackson stares deep into my eyes.

I damned near see his soul pouring out and this makes me cry even harder. "It…it was an accident. I didn't mean it." I finally confess. The sudden adrenaline has stalled my stomach issue for the moment. Mr. Jackson breaks down. I'm not sure if he's going to hit me, kill me or both. "Go ahead I don't blame you. I looked in your eyes many times and I seen your pain. I'd do the same."

"Fuck, Franky!" Mr. Jackson releases me and smacks the wall behind my head. "Aaaahhhh…fuck!" He walks away, snatches a billboard off the wall and tosses it, then we both fall to the floor sobbing.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Jackson," I say between sobs and sniffles.

Ironically, Mr. Jackson after getting himself, walks over to me, extends his hand, and helps me up on my feet. "I know you're not the person now that you were back then. Had you been I'd be dragging you to the police station, right now. I forgive you, Franky. But don't make me regret it." He walks off with his head hung low leaving me standing there with my mouth dropped open.

I am still unsure what this means, but I can't worry about it now because I can feel my insides working overtime to be relieved. I rush back to my unit as quickly as my condition allows. As I'm hurrying to my cell, Red tries to speak to me but I shut my cell door in her face. I have no more energy left for frivolous conversation.

"Franky, you okay?" Red asks through the door.

"I'm good," I grumble as I sit down on the toilet.

"You sure?" Red asks.

"Yes, for fucks sake. Now fuck off."

Red leaves the door for a moment, them comes back minutes later. "Hey, Franky, don't flush!" she yells.

I don't even question it, whatever she has planned in that head of hers I don't even give a damn. I oblige her command anyway. After that ordeal with Kim, Heroin and Mr. Jackson I needed to lay down. I was thankful Maxie had agreed to cover for me during work duty today. I was dozing off when suddenly my cell opens again. I squint my eyes thinking it's Red, but when I see that golden hair and those piercing blue eyes I perk right up.

Bridget's POV

I was very concerned after seeing the condition Franky was in during the hearing. I had no plans to stick around after giving my statement to the board, but I couldn't leave without assessing Franky's well-being and assuring myself that she was okay. After tasking Ferguson with something else to be obsessed about, Vera sneaks me into H-2.

"How the fuck…" Franky asks laid down on the bed.

"Don't get up of you don't feel up to it," I say entering the cell, shutting the door. I ease over to the bed and sit down next to her on the small free space. "Are you okay?" I stare into her eyes. I can clearly see the exhaustion. "Franky what happened today?"

"Did I fuck up my parole?" she asks.

"I don't think so, but we won't know anything for sure for at least a month. I'm just concerned about the condition you were in. It's been hard being away from here and not knowing if you're okay in this fucking place," I confess. "Then I come today, and you were clearly in a lot of pain."

Franky sits all the way up on the bed, looks at me, then cradles my face with both hands. We are so close our lips can literally touch. My heart starts racing and I feel my breath quicken. The intensity in her eyes and the gentleness of her touch sends chills up my spine.

"You're worried about me. Aahhh, that's so fucking sexy," she replies. "No worries, Spunky. I just had a little stomach bug. I'm okay now, promise."

I touch her hands and hold them in place for a moment, then we remove our hands at the same time. Franky leans into my ear and bits the bottom lobe almost sending me over the edge.

"God you smell so fucking good," Franky whispers. "If you stay in here any longer, we're gonna be in trouble. Cause I'ma fuck the shit outta you." She smiles and bites her bottom lip, so I know she means every word. "Um…um…um." She winks at me, her eyes filled with lust.

I cross my legs trying to control the heat rising between them, then stand up. "I should go but I'm glad you're okay. Keep your head down and don't let anyone…especially Ferguson drag into something that will get you into anymore trouble. I wanna see you out of this place soon."

"Is that right?" Franky stands up and grabs my chin, then she closes the space between us and puts her lips to mine without warning.

At that moment we become lost in time, almost as if we've forgotten where we are. Our tongues dance and then I break the kiss, but we touch the tip of each other's tongues and Franky softly sucks my bottom lip into her mouth and holds it for what seems like forever before finally letting go.

"I can feel your heart racing, Gidge. You taste so fuckin' good by the way," Franky says.

"I…I…should…should go. See you, Franky." I turn to exit the cell.

"Even if you don't, I'm sure you'll never forget me…or that kiss." She wipes my lipstick off her lips with her thumb.

She has no idea how accurate those words are. If a short kiss like that can make me respond the way I did. I can only imagine what a round of actual sex and intimacy with Franky Doyle is like.