Thinking Teal (Wentworth Fanfiction)

.:Chapter 25:.

   "How's Allie?" Franky asked. Nicole and I stayed huddled up on the couch together, the cool air hitting everyone in the house, except Franky.

   "She could be better. She's in a coma." I answer longingly, feeling Franky's gaze ease off of me.

   "I plan on seeing her soon, too. A friend, or girlfriend, of Bea's is someone I need to know." Franky says coolie, then looks back to me. "Of course, as a friend."

   "I get it." I chuckle. "And, she's worth the meet. She's a pretty cool person." I say before feeling Nicole's hand clasp onto mine. I look up to her, feeling her presence latch onto me.

   "I have to go. Sheriff Coops may want me over." Nicole said hastily before shuffling me over.

   "Right." I said quietly before Nicole's lips alight on my cheek like a dew freckled petal caught in a breeze, so soft and with the smallest hint of coolness. It was clearly an act of dominance toward Franky, or maybe she just felt like it.

   "I'll be back later." she whispered, inches from my face. I swallowed hard before nodding, seeing a bright smile on her face before she walked off. I watched her leave, before Franky's clicking fingers brought me back.

   "Oi, you love struck kitten!" Franky shouted. I roll my eyes with a teasing smile, looking past her and to the view above the small city, visibly seeing Melbourne in the very distant-distance.

   "Sorry," I mutter, zoning out again. Franky stood from the wooden chair and made her way to me, "shit, I did it again."

   "Sure did." she whispered, then stood beside the couch. I meet her forest-green eyes, which were glued onto my prominent blue ones. "Will you come visit Bea with me today?"

   "S-sure." I answer, nodding like Hilary Clinton's dramatic 'seizure' story.

   "Great, thanks. She asked if you could come too. Not that I was scared or anything." she laughed, so I laughed along too.

   The car ride there was quiet. Franky drove her smaller green car while I sat in the passenger, head glued to the seatbelt dispenser, refusing to lift my head. Franky turned to me for a second before looking back to the road, one arm petting my leg like I was a dog.

   "You all right, kiddo?" she asked. I look over to her, our eyes meeting for a second again.

   "Just fine. Nervous. But fine." I admit. "Do you reckon she could get Ruby to meet with us too?"

   "We can ask the guy behind the counter if we get there before Bea." she smiles, facing the road. I smile generously at her before resting my head back on the door.

   We sat there for 5 minutes before Bea walked in. She was beaten up, but mentally. She looked tired and her hair had been fully uncared for, the brown built the mop of curls on her head, the red drowned to the ends which lay split on her shoulders. We didn't welcome her with a hug, instead she blankly sat across from us. I look to Franky, who stared at Bea.

   "You orright?" Franky asked, her arms folded as she flicked her head toward Bea.

   Bea shook her head before looking to me. "I guess."

   I my eyebrows raised before looking to Bea. "I forgot to ask for Ruby-"

   "Sit down." Bea ordered, closing her eyes. I look off to her, blinking innocently.

   "Wait wh-"

   "Just.. Do it. Please." she asked, opening her tired and lousy eyes to meet mine. I looked to Franky before gripping the seat under me. Whatever was going on, my heart was skipping beats more wildly now.

   "Bea?" I whimper, Bea's face flushed with either tired or angry emotion.

   "Ruby's..." Bea stopped, confusion on her face. I felt my body leaning forward on the table, my elbows clasping the wooden frame.

   "She's what." I grumble, my eyes watching every movement hers made. Bea looked up to me from staring down her widdled hands, her last breath impaling.

   "She's dead."

   Whether I was sitting on the floor or trying to yank my own hair out from the screams and bellows from the pit of my stomach, I was angry. Not upset, but Joan did this. Even Bea said it. It happened to Allie, and, how the fuck would I not suspect it to happen to Ruby, too. I faced the window in my room, watching cars go past. They were oblivious. They were oblivious that someone that has killed more people than anticipated will now be let out to walk among them. To kill every last person who did her wrong. Joan Ferguson. And I can't say her name enough- because Joan Ferguson is the reason I'm here-- The reason I'm in this room, overthinking every little thing that crosses my mind. I turn to the full wall, seeing nothing but the deep but light yellow paint. I remember turning around to hear the running footsteps of someone out of the room, as Nicole raced around the corner wearing a black winter coat with brown and white fur around the collar. She dropped her hand bag, pushing her hair out of her face. The moment I saw her, I remember sliding down the wall, cupping my face. Something about Nicole reminded me of Ruby, whether it be her brown hair or the love I had for her- had- I wouldn't know.

   "Shit!" Nicole shouted, running over to me. As I hit the blue carpeted floor, Nicole's arms wrenched around me. One hand held me close to her chest, while the other groomed my hair. She was used to it-- all the sobs I blurred every now and then. I'm ever so thankful, and I hope she knows. "Shh, shh, shh, it'll be okay..."

   Through sobs, I could speak, although the snot just felt like it was pouring back into my system, into my mouth like a helpless toddler. "But it won't be."

   "Yes, it will." Nicole whispered. She went from kneeling over to sitting down, getting a more comfortable position.

   "How do you know?" I ask, but it sounded like toddler speak through my hands.

   "Because, I'm here with you every step of the way." she responded. With those simple words, I felt much more enlightened, like I just heard the vows of a new wedded lover. "Come here.." her hands pulled me into her lap, taking the hair from my face and placing it behind your ear. "We'll get her back for what she's done. To Ruby. To Allie--"

   "How?" I respond, my breathing and sobs paced.

   "I've got a gun, remember?" she answers, but before I could speak, her voice cut me off again. "But, you're not going to use it. I'll simply get her arrested again once she gets out."

   "Right." I reply quietly, while I was silently thinking of how to use the gun in the right sense.

((Another filler <3))