"So, what is Ferguson like?" Nicole asked, her gaze fixed on me as I drove closer to Franky's work placement.
"She's cunning, devilish, a manipulator. If she tells you anything, don't believe it." I insist, looking to her for a second to register her head bobbing.
"All right." she sighed under her breath as we pulled up outside the large building and into a legal parking place. We sat there for about two seconds before Franky rushed out, papers in one hand and a jacket in the other arm as she closed the door behind her. She jumped in the back, huffing slightly. Nicole turned around to her for a quick smile. "Howdy"
"How Western? G'day." Franky responded, making eye contact with her for a few seconds before putting everything on the neighbouring seat.
"How Australian." I mock before driving off.
As we walk inside the visitation centre, I was first in, Nicole behind me and Franky behind her. I analysed the room before Franky's eyes and pointing finger met someone. Ferguson was held in one of the back rooms off to the back, her hand waved with a notorious smile. I grabbed Nicole's pinky in mine as we walked forward, an officer opening the door for us. As we walked in, my eyes remained on the dark carpet. I sat down in the middle, Nicole and Franky took my sides.
"Good evening, I see you-"
"Cut the shit." Franky hissed, her arms resting under her breasts. "Why'd you want us here?"
"Hello to you too." Ferguson said with a smile. As she looked to us, she took a second to address Nicole. "And who's this?"
"None of your business." I sighed.
"Does Ruby know about her?" Freak asked, looking back to me.
"She doesn't need to. We haven't dated for about a week now after both of us called it off." I exclaimed, watching her nod.
"Joan," Franky called loudly, again, catching her attention. "why did you call us here?"
"To.. Talk!" she said happily. I looked over to Franky, who's concentration was kept onto Ferguson.
"Not good enough." she responded. "What do you want. 'Goss'. To torture us?"
"How's Bridget going?" Ferguson quickly snapped. I sat back in my chair, continuing to watch Franky. She sat there, watching her carefully.
"How do you know?" she whispered.
"Oh, you guys put it out there for the whole prison to see! Surprised others don't?"
"Her relationship is hers to keep secret. It's especially none of your-"
"Well your relationship with Ruby was pretty out there, hard not to see?" Ferguson muttered.
"I mean, we didn't try hiding it." I answered calmly with my eyebrow raised.
"Come on." Franky whispered, hoisting herself up from the chair using the sides of the blue chair.
"Ta-ta!" Ferguson muttered. I followed Franky, eyeing off the evil lady before reaching the door. "Oh, and one thing. Two, actually."
"What, now?" Franky spat.
"I'm getting out soon. For my parole?" Oh no. I turn to Franky, who watched her like she'd seen a ghost.
"W-What was the other thing?" I ask, breaking the staring contest.
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Thinking Teal (Wentworth Fanfiction)
Fanfiction(~SLOW UPDATES~) Takes off from Season 3. Delilah Jones is faced 7 months in Clayton's maximum female-facility, Wentworth, for defending herself (not seen by the Jury as 'defence'), she has to overcome troubles by herself, with friends or with enemi...
