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

𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝟴~𝙍𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙚𝙤𝙪𝙨 𝘼𝙘𝙩𝙨

Warnings: Mature Language, Attempted Rape, Mentions of Rape, Crying, Trauma, Blood, Bleeding, Drug Abuse, Drug Addiction, Drug Dealing, Making self Sick, Threats, Blackmail, Mentions of Brothels and Prostitutes, Whore used, Overdose, Sick.

This chapter is fairly long because I've got into my WW vibes and I feel bad for not updating in ages x

❝𝐍𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐢𝐟 𝐈 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞'𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐧𝐨 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐦𝐞..❞

𝗛𝗲𝗿 𝗮𝗿𝗺𝘀 𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗹𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝗻 mine, the sounds of her humming softly waver through my ear,  her light chuckle bringing then corners of my mouths to lift into a smile. "Good mornin' kitten." Franky smiled, I turned to face her, my girlfriends face illuminating the room. "Mornin' gorgeous, oh I've missed this so much." I confessed, ever so softly. Franky's hands ran softly up and down my arms as I was encased into an embrace.

"Me too Mandy." She agreed pressing a kiss on my forehead. "Hey Franks, what was your dream career before ending up in this marvellous place?" I asked her curiously. "Where's this come from?" My girl wondered. "I was just thinkin' yanno, 'bout the outside." I admitted. "Oh right, well, earlier on I wanted to be the big reality chef star, as ya probably know. I'd love ta, fuck, it's dumb." Franky began to say before seeming to be sheepish. 

"Hey, I ain't gonna judge ya." I promised cupping her face, I looked into her beautiful shimmering eyes, "I wanna be a lawyer, stop people endin' up in shitholes like this for no fuckin' reason. I wanna make an impact, share my story. 'Cause, I know what it's like ta be alone and ta carry so much blame." Franky explained as I looked back surprised, "Ya never talk about ya childhood, I presume..." I trailed off. "What do ya wanna do?" Doyle asked quickly changing the topic. 

"I wanna be a doctor, if I could that is but I mainly wanna focus on getting clean because whenever I get out in the real world I fall back onto my addictions again. As soon as I get out I wanna go to University and study it, I hope that my studying in the library will help me. I know it's a stupid dream and only the odd few with criminal records get these jobs but-" I went to say when Franky cut me off, "But ya can do it." She smiled. 

"How many times have ya tried ta get clean?" Franky asked me softly, I ran my hands through her silky jet black hair. "Probably four times now, I mean before Wentworth visit one I was a good kid deep down. I'd just started weed but nothin' like heroin, I had ta take care of Lola all the time but on Fridays, mum wouldn't be at work and dad would take the day off." I stated.

"What would ya do?" She questioned me. "We'd go to the beach in the summer, we'd go to the playground in spring and autumn and in winter we'd play ridiculous board games during rainy days or we'd... we'd just be a family." I explained tearily, I sat up in my cell bed unravelling myself from her grasp. "Hey, Mandy.." Franks trailed off, her hand reaching for mine. "Nah, babe, don't give me ya sympathies it's fine. I just need ta have my fix, where'd ya put it?" I wondered shuffling up and looking around. "Don't do that pretty girl." Franky refused standing up and pulling me back.