Lust or Love? ~ A Franky Doyle and Bridget Westfall Story

Chapter Three

Bridget's P.O.V
I  got in my car and put my head on my steering wheel. I don't know what I'm supposed to do. Do I take my job back and risk losing Franky or do I not take the job and then not see Franky other than visiting although she has told me not to bother with her and to move on. How can someone move on from Franky Doyle, she's perfect and I don't understand how she can't see that. I can't think about this now. I need to get home and sort things out with Ash.

I crashed through my front door to my small, but cosy house to the overwhelming smell of vodka and the sight of Ash passed out on the sofa. Just another day in my perfect little life. We split about 3 months ago when he found out that I was a lesbian and was using him as a coverup and I wasn't comfortable with the thought of it either. You could say I was in denial but after seeing Franky I knew there was nothing I wanted more than her. I dragged myself up to my room and collapsed on the bed to drift off into a peaceful dream-like state with one woman on my mind. Franky.

I was awoke to the loud smash of glass breaking and drunken shouting. I glanced over to the clock to check the time. 4:03 am. Here we go again. I heard his heavy footsteps thud up the stairs and stop outside my room. I jumped under the covers and pretended to be sleeping, I couldn't deal with this again, this has become a daily thing. Ash pulled the covers off of my and dragged me out of the bed. "You're a filthy whore, you used me to get what I want. You're so worthless and no one is ever going to be able to love you. You're a monster. You think you help people when in fact it's just a front to make yourself feel better about your pathetic life."
"Ash. You're drunk. We can talk about this in the morning when you're sober, let's just get you back to bed and it will all be okay."
"Do not tell me what to do"
The pain shot through me as he threw me onto the floor and kicked me in the ribs and then the face and then punched me repeatedly until I was a blubbering mess. Ash stormed back downstairs and turned the tv on. I checked the time once again. 4:38. I wondered what Franky would be doing right now or if Vera would be awake at this time in the morning. I figured it wouldn't hurt to try. I need to get out of this house, I need to get my job back and I need to see Franky.

I dialled Vera's number and I didn't think she would answer and just as I was about to hang up the phone a tired Vera answered.
Vera- "Bridget, is everything okay?"
Bridget-"Uh yeah, is it okay if I can have my job back I really miss my job it's one of the few that I've actually loved doing."
Vera-"Are you sure you're alright you sound like you've been crying and yeah sure but it's almost 5am so I wouldn't be able to get any of the paperwork to you until tomorrow if that's okay?"
Bridget-"Okay, thank you for everything, I can start right away, I will see you tomorrow, bye."
Vera- "Bye Bridget, see you tomorrow oh and if you need something just call okay"
And with that Vera hung up the phone. I decided I should at least try and clean myself up and see what damage has been done this time. Franky almost found out once when we were in one of our sessions and my makeup had rubbed off. I insisted it was nothing as she doesn't need to worry about me as well.

I dragged myself into the bathroom and stripped off and jumped into the shower. My lip was cut, my eye was slightly bruised, my arms had bruises on from where he pinned me down, my stomach and ribs was littered in bruises. I was covered in bruises. How am I supposed to explain this. Ash needs to go now. I finished attending to my injuries and finished my shower and then decided it was time to sort things out with Ash. Here goes nothing.  I walked down the stairs slowly and quietly and perched myself on the table in front of him and turned the tv off.
"Ash. We need to talk."
"Do you mind I'm watching this programme and is it that important?"
"Ash you need to leave my house now. As in right this second now. So get your things and leave because I can't deal with you anymore."
"You can't kick me out."
"Well I just did so go now or I'm going to call the police. I will be upstairs in bed and I expect you to be gone by the morning."
I left it at that and ran back up to my room. I heard another vodka bottle smash and then the front door slam shut. Finally some peace and quiet. I drift off to sleep thinking about how I get to see Franky tomorrow, she's gonna be first on my list to see as soon as I get in, then Dor and Boomers.

Franky's P.O.V
I marched back to H2 to see what a mess the girls have made of the place. It's probably running riot without me or Bea who is still in the slots. I walked through the gates to H2, everything has been on lockdown since the fire and you can only enter or exit with a swipe card. I was engulfed in a tight embrace by boomer as soon as I walked through the gates and all the girls were crowding round and asking questions about the slots and the freak. I didn't dare say anything about Gidget coming to see me. I don't want to get her in trouble although I have made sure that she stays as far away from me as possible. I don't expect her to wait.

I pushed pass all the girls and their questions and straight into my cell and shut the door behind me. I wanted to be alone. I collapsed onto the floor and stared at the bleak ceiling wondering what Gidget is up to and if she's even thinking of me. I doubt it. I've fucked up my life. Why would she want me?