Thinking Teal (Wentworth Fanfiction)

.:Chapter 8:.

 I made my way to work duty, making sure to pass Kitchen before doing so. Instantly, I noticed Chinkychonk walking up the stairs. I stood, scoffing.

"Hey, Kim! Have a word?" I ask loudly. Kim looks around, nodding as she smiled. She came back down as I waited patiently, instantly grabbing her sleeve as she came close enough.

"Hold up, what the fuck are you doing?" She shouted, struggling.

"Oh, you'll see." I grin as I walked her all the way to the shower blocks.

As we entered, I threw her in. She stumbled before turning to me, her face lied and riddled with confusion. "Do you know what you're doing here?" I ask, closing the door and coming closer.

"You wanna fuck me, right?" she laughed, her hands outstretched as I came closer. "Coulda' just asked! I know Franky loves it!"

I tried not to show remorse as I continued on, psychologically pushing her. She fell against the wall, gripping the sink. I took my hands from my pockets, instantly forming a fist.

"I heard you just got back to see Franky?"

Kim nodded helplessly. "Mm.. You're gonna regret that."

"Why." Kim laughed. I smiled, raising one hand and gripping her hair, hearing a wheep exit her throat.

"Because at that specific time, Franky and I were a thing you fucking slut." I hiss. Kim struggles, her eyes clenching shut every time I pull harder.

"Well maybe you should have told her to get off me!" She shouted. I laughed, shaking my head.

"You're gonna regret that." I scoff. Kim's face falls flat as she realizes what I mean. Instantly, I raise my fist, hitting her right in the nose.

"Fuck!" She whispered as I let go of her.

"That was for breaking us up." I spit before kneeling down, grabbing her collar. She watches me with one hand raised to her nose. "And this is for breaking my heart." With another swiss punch, I not only hit her head, but forced a big enough impact for the back of her head to hit the wall. I let go of her collar as she cushions her nose.

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"Why'd you do it?" Bea asked, sitting at the end of my bed. I shrug, laughing slightly.

"Jealousy, maybe? Or, or maybe I was protecting someone I love? You protected someone even though they're-" I stopped, looking to my feet. "Sorry, I'm on edge."

"I'm just trying to help." Bea hissed, standing up.

"I-I know." I reply with anger. Bea sighed before turning around to see Franky coming in. She looked between us, then sighed.

"Can I speak to Delilah, please?" Franky asked. She seemed sure of herself, hasty even, like she needed to do something in a hurry or she'd explode. Bea nodded, looking back to me with a smile. I look to my feet as Bea walked past Franky and out the door. Franky watched Bea leave, closing the door.

"Franky, I know what you're thinking and I fucked up. I know." I looked up to her, her face expressionless, but she used those puppy eyes. "Don't torture me with that look." Franky approached me as I stared at her. She hovered over me, shrugging with the a more saddened look.