𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐖𝐄 𝐌𝐄𝐓|𝐅𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐲 𝐃𝐨𝐲𝐥𝐞 [𝟐] [Discontinued]

𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝟯~ 𝙁𝙖𝙞𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙐𝙥𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙨

Warnings: Mature Language, Cheating mentioned, Drug Addiction, Eve Wilder, Manipulation, Blackmail, Crying, Mentions of Adultery, Mentions of Murder, Mentions of Death, Jacs Holt and Ganging are mentioned.

A/N: Splitting the episodes in half again because I'm back into Wentworth plus I had lots of filler ideas!

𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞, 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞, 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲...𝐖𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐳𝐞𝐫, 𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧-𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐳𝐞𝐫, 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐚 𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐳𝐞𝐫~ 𝐁𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐧𝐞𝐲 𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬

𝗧𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲'𝘀 𝘁𝘄𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 𝗜 like in life, control and chasing. That's why I believe I like fucking Bea, because I'm in control; she knows I get high and it doesn't stop her wanting more, more of me. I'd never admit it but since the day the curly red head came in, I always wanted a bite of her cherry. I also like the chasing aspect of Franky, the fact we have real conversations, the fact she lets me be myself, the fact she lets me be all she needs. 

"Stupid fucking thing." I grumbled to myself searching for my straw, "Looking for this were ya?" Franky smirked pressing a kiss on my jaw and handing me a straw and I chuckled at my girlfriend. "Aren't ya sweet." I hummed pressing a longing kiss on her lips and she bit on my lip, causing me to moan slightly. "I try my hardest, how much of this ya got left?" My girlfriend asked me softly smile, I cared so much for this woman. 

"In the mattress." I whispered leading her to my mattress, I stood behind Franks pressing kisses on her neck whilst I led her hand to the hole in my mattress, alike how she did with me and the chicken two days ago.  "Can ya feel that?" I husked and she giggled like a little girl, "Yeah, yeah I do baby." She smirked and I let her press a kiss against my lips before snatching the straw out of her hand.

I knelt down placing my straw over the heroin I died for, I snorted the substance feeling Franky's eyes on me. "What's the problem?" I questioned her sitting on her lap. "Maybe ya should get clean." She voiced softly and I scoffed, "Don't think so." 

"Come on, why don't ya hear me out?" Franky sternly asked. "Oh my drug dealer wants me to stop taking drugs, that makes sense." I sarcastically commented before rolling my eyes at her. "It's because-" She attempted to say and I straddled Franky's lap and pressed a reassuring kiss on her lips. "Because ya care, I know darlin', but trust me. I won't let it affect me." I assured her as she looked at me as if to say "I don't believe you, but I really want too."

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"𝗢𝗵 𝗺𝘆 𝗴𝗼𝗱, 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 is good pizza." I overheard my sister moan into a greasy pizza and my eyes lit up when I entered the prison canteen. "Pizza?" I wondered, my face lit up at the words and the sight. "Don't fuckin' go near the pizza pretty girl." Franky warned pulling my arm back as I scoffed, "Ya really not gonna fuckin' eat pizza over Queen Bea?" I scoffed  to my girlfriend, I don't understand why I can't just eat a fucking pizza.