"𝗙𝘂𝗰𝗸𝗶𝗻' 𝗵𝗲𝗹𝗹, 𝗜 𝗮𝗹𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝘆 told ya." I groaned with a huff walking towards my cell, "No actually ya haven't told me nothin'." Franky snarked back, following me into my cell. "Franks." I huffed to her, yet my girlfriend grabbed my arm and forced me to look at her. "Fuckin' answer me." She ordered sternly. "Yes, I am workin' with the Freak." I admitted quietly with a sigh, I was ashamed of myself, I was a pig. "So ya a pig? Do ya know-" Doyle went to say. "If ya here ta tell me that I'm puttin' ya at risk and I'm filth, fuck off." I sneered to her, freeing my arm. I backed her against the wall, "Do ya really think I wanna keep doin' this? I gotta, I can't get out." I told her harshly, worry seeped through my voice.
"Ya can always get out baby, why didn't ya talk ta me? Why didn't... Ya gotta help us with Jodes. Please." Franky pleaded slightly, her gaze was soft, her rage started to fade as did mine. "If I could, don't you think I would? I can't help like ya both want me to, but, I won't tell Ferguson the plan." I admitted to her, cupping her face. "How long have ya been workin' with her?" Franks asked me. "A couple months nearly. Sit down." I told her softly, I removed my hands from her face and sat next to her.
Franky placed her hand in mine, I was happy she trusted me enough to not flip off at me. I've never experienced that before. "It started after I got put in the slot, yanno when Bea Bea and I... Well, she tried to plant the seed then but I didn't take her shit. Then she struck again, when Jodie was in the slot too. I was broken, lost. She offered me drugs and to get me out in a day instead of me being trapped in there for weeks in return I had to hurt Bea, you knew I made that deal but... I carried it on. For my other crimes I got added time, but she reduced it massively. Think of our future." I explained to her.
"And, I agreed with her again because she promised to wipe the slate clean. So that I'm only convicted for what I came in here for." I told her with a small smile. "What was your deal this time?" Franky asked me with a slight scowl. "I have to tell her what Bea's up to... But I don't think that's all she wants." I admitted sheepishly. "Ya better not grass anymore, Richie." My girl warned me, "I don't have a choice." I shrugged to her before walking away.
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𝗔𝗳𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗮𝘀𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱 𝗳𝗼𝗿 drugs and getting told several no's and fuck offs, I decided to go wait for Franky and try talk shit out once more. Or failing that I'd do some drawing and making Kaiya a drawing like I used too for Tone. "Franks?" I called out going into her cell. No sign of her. I walked towards her desk and saw a leaflet.
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