Sorry it's been such a long wait, I've been busy! Thank you Livvy Hell's Wolf for your lovely review. D The next part will be some time coming - it's stubbornly refusing to go anywhere so unless anyone fancies writing it for me, you're just gonna have to wait a while. ( Anyways, R&R. Enjoy!
Chapter Three – Drunken Confessions
'Truth or dare?' asked Frankie, concentrating hard not to slur her words.
'No fair,' shrieked Mel! 'It's your go, not mine!'
'Fine, I chose truth,' answered Frankie, pretending to huff and sulk. Of course, pulling sulking faces really isn't as easy as it sounds when you're as drunk as a skunk…a very drunk skunk.
'Why did your face go all funny when I mentioned drugs earlier?' asked Mel immediately, obviously not drunk enough to have forgotten.
'It's a long story…' replied Frankie, attempting to evade the question. One look at Mel's face told her she could abseil down Canary Wharf and she'd still have to answer the question. 'Fine, okay, but it may take a while,' she began. 'I suppose it was when I was about fourteen, fifteen, that I started hanging around with the 'rough kids' from around where I lived. There was someone in their group that I really, really fancied…I suppose that was the reason I started hanging around with them. It was only when I hit sixteen that the drugs started. Every night I'd be on the street corner with them, dressed in my short skirt, trying to impress anyone who'd look at me. We drank til we couldn't remember where we lived, let alone anything about the night before. I started taking drugs to try and blank out reality…anything was better than living in the real world. Doesn't everyone feel like that at that age? I didn't even realise how bad some of the drugs were until one day I had too much of something – can't even remember what, that's how out of if I was – and ended up in hospital. They all thought I'd OD'd deliberately…it took a long time for my parents to trust me again, and even longer for them to take 'attempted suicide' off my medical notes. By then I was clean, except for the pills they gave me to cure my 'depression' and I was bright enough to know that a great big stamp saying 'attempted suicide' doesn't do much for your chances in life. I stopped taking the anti-depressants, just to prove I was fine and had never been depressed. I went on to go to uni and get the job I wanted. My parents don't talk about that period of my life, and I don't want to bring it up. Anna's younger than me, so doesn't remember much about it. I'm not going to explain to her unless she asks. That answers your question?'
'Oh, Frankie,' gasped Mel, shell-shocked. She knew Frankie would never have told her anything that personal unless she'd had a fair amount to drink, which she had. 'Why?'
Perhaps if Mel had had slightly less to drink and had slightly more common sense, she wouldn't have asked that question. But ask it she did.
'I don't know,' whispered Frankie, looking so scared and desperate that all Mel wanted to do was hold her tight. 'To be honest, I got so messed up and high that there was nothing left in my brain to run from.' But, of course, it wasn't true…Frankie knew exactly what she had been trying to escape, trying to ignore…
Mel gave up trying to resist the temptation to hug Frankie, and threw herself at the bewildered woman. Of course, Frankie wasn't about to stop Mel hugging her – to be fair, if a gorgeous woman suddenly threw herself at your feet, you wouldn't tell her to stop, would you?
'Oh Frankie,' sobbed Mel, unable to stop the tears running down her face. 'I'm so sorry…so sorry…sorry.'
'Mel, calm down!' yelped Frankie, slightly concerned about the amount that Mel had had to drink. She appeared to be just slightly tipsy! 'I think maybe you should lie down for a while, otherwise you're gonna have one hell of a headache tomorrow!'
However, it was at this precise moment that Mel crashed out on the floor. Frankie sighed and muttered something about people who couldn't hold their drink to herself before crashing out next to Mel.