Bitter sweet

The tables turn

Franky POV
Its almost 2pm, my hearing is at 3:30 and i'm still in this god damn hospital. What more could they have to observe? They've done everything they had to for me. Doreen left awhile ago but Bridget was still here, along with some random pisshead screw waiting out at the door. Finally the nurse had come and got me ready to be discharged. I knew I would probably be late to the hearing so I'm already fucking this up. I don't even care about what happened to me anymore, what that lunatic Freak did to me. All I want is to get the fuck out of Wentworth. By the time we got back to the unit it was about 3:15, I still had time and I was getting desparate. I cleaned up, got dressed and met Ms. Bennett and Bridget out by the gate. Luckily my hearing was here in the building rather than out at some courthouse.
"Ms. Doyle, why do you feel you should be released from Wentworth?"
Boy am I tired of answering that fuckin question. After I went on and on about how I've changed and I believe I can make something of myself in society. And made sure I sounded smart and sincere, the room was finally silent. Bridget biting her nails in anxiousness. The silence was finally broken, and my whole life changed with just a few words.
"Well Ms. Doyle, I believe you're ready to recieve parole and I'm confident you will take it serious." Tears filled my eyes as I shook their hands and thanked them. I hugged Bridget as long as I could and I did not want to let go. "You did it, babe" she whispered softly to me. Finally everything was slowly falling into place for me and I refuse to let anyone or anything get in the way.
My parole isn't due until next week so I need to lay low until then.
I sit in my cell and reminisce on my time here. Think about everything I've done, everyone I've met. Once I started thinking of when I first met Bridget, I couldn't get her out of my head. I don't know exactly where we stand, or if anything will ever happen between us but I know that no one has ever made me feel like this.
"Oi, Franky, Governa wants to see you." Almost shaking with nerves as I walk to her office just praying she isn't going to stuff up my parole.
"Sit down, Franky" She says, wasting no time as soon as I walk in.
"You seem to want your parole very much, yes?"
"Yeah, of course"
"And with that, I assume you will do anything to keep it set in stone."
"What do you want, Ferguson?"
"I want you to promise to remain silent of the events that landed you in hospital. If you want to leave."
"So you're threatening me, to take my parole away if I speak out the one thing that will for sure get you fired? Fired as in will no longer have control over my release." She stood up and got right in my face.
"No, i'm not going to threaten your parole. I'm threatening your life. If you wish to leave here on two feet rather than in a body bag, or to make it more than 2 days in the real world, then you will keep quiet."
The door busts open wide. It's Vera, Bridget, and Mr. Channing, the GM of the prison. Police soon follow them into the room.
"We've got you now, Joan." Mr. Channing said pridefully.
They planted a microphone in her office and heard everything she just said. Finally the Freak was going down, and I was getting out. Everyone left escorting Ms. Ferguson in cuffs, but Bridget stayed and sat in the Governors chair.
"And just what are you doing in that?" I said, grinning.
"Someone's gotta do the job until Vera can take over."