Chapter 6

Frankie woke up with her head pounding, not knowing how she ended up in the middle of her bedroom floor. She slapped her hand on her bed, blindly searching for her phone to check the time. Grabbing something, Frankie pulled it so she could see what it was, and she realised it was an empty vodka bottle. She quickly shoved it under her bed, not wanting to be caught with alcohol, especially an empty bottle.

She eased herself to her feet, going dizzy as she stood up. Her head was really pounding. She grabbed her phone and checked the time, it was 5pm, and Frankie decided she'd enclosed herself in her room long enough.

Frankie trudged downstairs, aiming to get a glass of water from the kitchen before anything, to soothe her awful hangover. That didn't seem to be possible, as everyone had turned to look at her.

"What you looking at?" Frankie sneered groggily.

"A hobo by the looks of things." Acid replied. Elektra was unusually quiet.

"I can't believe you." Tee spat. "Not even coming downstairs to…" She began, but Elektra nudged her and shook her head.

"I would want you to finish your sentence if I actually cared about what you have to say."

"Yeah, well Tee isn't the one with drugs in her room." Carmen said defending her friend. Frankie's heart sank; she must have left a joint somewhere or something.

"I don't know what you mean." Frankie replied feigning hurt from the comment.

"Mackenzie saw it with her own eyes. That incense stuff you burn, it's drugged." Carmen argued. Mackenzie just looked to the floor, obviously not realising Carmen was going to do this.

"That incense stuff I burn, the cannabis incense is a joke I got from a mate. It smells like it, but it wouldn't harm you at all. They wouldn't be selling it openly in shops if it genuinely had cannabis in it, would they?" Frankie said, in a hushed tone as her head was still really hurting. "Now, if you don't mind, I would like to get a drink of water."

Frankie got her water and walked back into the lounge to discuss with Blake and Rick about tracking guitar on a few songs she and Connor had written. She sipped her water as her stomach did flips. She really regretted drinking that bottle of vodka, even if it did numb the pain of Connor.

Just as Frankie entered the lounge and went to make her way to Rick and Blake, who were sitting with Tyler, Elektra and Faith, all in deep discussion. The room fell silent as Mike entered the lounge. "Someone's here who wants to say hello." was all he said. Frankie swivelled round, hoping that in the one in a million chance that it would be Connor, but her stomach dropped, seeing Johnny standing there with a black eye and his arm in a sling, and a smile on his face, whilst Connor was lying almost dead in hospital.

Frankie couldn't contain her anger. She stormed over to him and threw the remaining water she had in his face, then storming out, and slamming the door as she entered her room. Just seeing him was infuriating to her, and how he could be so happy. She paced in her room, running her hands through her hair, trying to calm down, but she couldn't. She punched the wall, hard, out of sheer anger, and was shocked when she put a hole through it, but her hand was in immense pain. She quickly covered it with a poster and sat on her bed, shaking. She didn't know what to do to actually calm herself down. Or, why anyone else was welcoming him back.

She jumped hearing a knock at the door. She sighed.

"What do you want?" She snapped.

"It's me." She heard Mike from the other side of the door. She sighed and opened the door.

"I think you know why I'm here." Mike said sternly.

"If you think I'm apologising, then you're mistaken. How can anyone want to be friends with him after what he's done to Connor?"

"Connor was ill..."

"… He was just fine before he was in a room with him." Frankie snapped. "It was great seeing him talking with Faith and Elektra and Rick and Blake and everyone else. He was happy, settling in. I can tell when he snaps, and he snapped when Johnny was saying shit about his Dad. Why doesn't anyone else see this?"

"Well, you know this can be a sensitive issue for the younger ones…" Mike tried to explain.

"…So you haven't told any of them?" Frankie replied in shock. "Yet you were more than happy to make sure Johnny was publicised and Connor made to be public enemy number one."

"…Frankie, please calm down…"

"…No! I won't. "Frankie snapped, peering round the door to see she'd attracted an audience. "So please do me a favour and keep out of it, everyone. It's none of your business anymore."

Mike just sighed and left, everyone just stared at her. Mike didn't want the stress, his holiday was tomorrow.

"Do you have any respect for anyone but yourself?" Imogen asked.

"Obviously, I'm defending my friend." Frankie snapped. "And if anyone in this fucking place had an ounce of respect for other people then Connor would be home right now, and none of this would be happening."

"Connor hit me!" Johnny butted in.

"Yeah, for every good fucking reason, you little thief." Frankie sneered

"Well he didn't tell you that you could wear his necklace either." Tyler added.

"I've known him since I was tiny, do you really think I'd leave it lying around. I need it as close to me as possible, I'll give it back to him if I can." She said trying to control her anger; she then turned to face Johnny. "And you better be sure he's going to be okay, if he's dead, it's your fault."

"You make me sick." Johnny sneered.

"Likewise. " Frankie replied in the same tone, then turning to address everyone. "Here's an idea, how about everyone now has absolutely nothing to do with me, at all. All we'll be is housemates, and we will engage in general chat, such as "could you pass the ketchup please" but no friendly conversations. I'm done with you all."

She then slammed the door and wandered to her bedroom and just sat, and wrote down everything, she knew doing that, she could string a few lines together and maybe make something amazing, though she was unsure. She may have been alone, but this was the first sense of stress relief that she'd had in days, and she loved it.

AN: Sorry for the long update, this is just filler-ish, I'm sorry; A-levels are a lot of work, so my time writing is limited since I have to share a computer. But the next few will be based around episode 1 of the Dumping Ground though it'll be a lot more hectic.

Anyways, I hope you guys enjoy, and some quick questions: How are you finding Frankie at the moment? Did you prefer less moody, slightly hippy Frankie, or angry "I'm going to kill everyone" Frankie? I would love to know ^-^