Chapter 1
It had been a very long morning, and the day was just dragging on and on for Franky. It was finally lunchtime at Wentworth Prison. Franky was in her cell, she was in the mother of all moods, and Liz had decided to stay with her to try and cheer her up, but she wasn't having much luck.
"She's 17 today." Franky said, a tear slowly dribbling down her face. She was sat on her bed in her cell with Liz. Franky was talking about her baby sister, Blue, who had been taken into care when Franky had been locked up.
"I know today is always hard for you Franky, and I know its always going to be, but you've got to think of the positives, or at least try too." Liz said rubbing Franky's back, in an attempt to sooth her.
Franky gently untacked the photo of her sister from the wall, it was an old one, but she was beautiful. She had long brown hair, and was the same build as Franky. In the photo, she was wearing a batman beanie hat. When she was a baby, Blue had the stereotypical baby solid grey eyes, but there a feature that never disappeared, hence the name 'Blue', it was a nickname of course, but it stuck.
"I chose her name you know." Franky smiled, she hated today. It reminded her of all the birthday's she had with Blue before she was locked up.
"That explains how she got stuck with being called Blue." Liz laughed. Anyone else said that, they'd have been decked on the spot, but not Liz.
"You know that's not true. I chose all of it, not just Blue." Franky smiled. Maybe she was softening a bit, or maybe not.
"I haven't seen her for 5 fucking years Liz." Franky snapped. She was always upset on her sisters birthday, or on the rare occasion she received a letter or a photo. She would spend the entire day in the queen of all moods. It brought back too many memories for her.
"I raised her for 10 fucking years, pretty much single handedly, and the only fucking contact I can have with her is a phone call once a year. Fucking work that one out." Franky yelled, throwing her pillow against the wall and standing up. Things would only get worse with her when she was like this, before they got better. It was best just to leave her.
"Sit back down. Just think of 5 years ago today I don't think I'd ever seen you so happy, yet so completely heartbroken." Liz said, in an attempt to calm Franky down.
Franky slammed herself back down on her bed.
"Fuck!!" She yelled angrily.
5 years ago, Blue's foster parents had brought her into see Franky, against their better judgement. Her foster parents had the idea that they could just leave Blue's past and family behind, but they had been wrong. They wanted to completly change her name, removing the Doyle and replacing it with theirs, at that point onwards, she would only respond to the name 'Blue', or very occasionaly her own. Franky had been aloud to spend 1 on 1 time with her sister, being monitored through one way glass. Blue spent a couple of hours sat on her sisters lap, cuddling, giving her every detail of the last couple of years. It had been the first time, since she was locked up, 2 years previous. Blue and Franky weren't the usual siblings, they were extremely tight. Franky's mom was an alcoholic and a junkie, and she left Franky to pretty much raise herself, the only contact her father had, was sexually abusing her. After their. mother got pregnant, and Blue was born, Franky was left to bring her up, and she did an alright job until she got locked up. Blue refused to loose her name, even if she lost everything else, she was determind not to let anyone take the one thing her sister had given her. Since then, Blue had moved around a lot, but she had eventually found a permanent home. But she always wrote to Franky for her birthday, and sent her something small at Christmas, even if it was just a string bracelet. Franky wasn't aloud to reply to the letters, which broke her heart, but Blue understood. She had every single photo and letter pinned up next to her bed, and anyone who ever said something against her sister, got a beating from Franky herself.
Wiping a tear from her cheek, Liz put her arm around Franky, and rubbed up and down her back. Liz was the only person who had ever cared for Franky, and Blue was the only other person Franky cared for. Their mother was a drunk, a junkie. Their father, a worthless peice of shit who liked to interfere with his own daughters.
"To this day, this is the only way I know how to make you cry." Liz smiled, trying to make Franky smile. It half worked.
"Shut up..." Franky smiled through tears.
"I don't know how someone like me, managed to raise someone as beautiful as her, but hey..." Franky trailed off, staring at the photo.
"Miracles happen." Liz joked, playfully elbowing Franky. Franky wiped the last of the tears from her face.
Franky stroked the photo of her sister one last time, and pinned it back on the wall. She left her cell with Liz and decided to go and get some lunch.
Meanwhile, a new prisoner had just checked into Wentworth Correctional Facility. She was checking in in the governors office. She took in her surroundings, they could be a lot worse, she thought to herself, but a couple of the staff gave her the creeps.
She was a skinny little kid, not more than 17/18, and somewhat vaguely resembled the smiling child in the photos on Franky's wall, it could possibly have been her, a lifetime ago. It was quite hard finding clothes that fitted, but eventually they found some. Donning her Wentworth blue tracksuit and white tank top, she was lead to the Governor's office. There was only one other inmate who dressed like that.
The Governor got up from behind her desk and came and leaned on the front of it, opposite the girl.
"Ms. Esme Doyle." Governor Furgerson said to the girl, because that's what she was, a young girl. She shot a filthy look at the governor.
"Theres no Esme Doyle here." The kid retorted, it was technically true.
The Governor reached for her glove, she didn't want any false starts about who was in charge.
"Don't get cocky with me young lady, because you'll soon learn I have the power to make your life hell." The Governor threatened, putting the glove on.
"I'm in fucking prison?!" The girl laughed. Governor Furgerson raised her eyebrows at the girl, looking down her nose at her.
With one movement, the Governor struck the girl across the face, right under the eye. It defiantly caught the kid of guard.
"You fucking cow!" She muttered, holding her eye. She bruised easily and quickly, so this would need some explaining.
"So, shall we start again?" The Governor asked, in the same mocking tone as before.
The girl shot an evil look at the older woman.
"Ms. Esme Doyle." Governor Fergerson practically spat.
"Esme Doyle was a cute little child, raised by her gay, rouge older sister, and to be fair, she didn't do a bad job. But she hasn't exsisted for the last 7 years, not is she going to ever again." The kid said, practically spitting out her words.
"What is your name then?" The governor mocked. A couple of seconds of silence followed before the girl answered.
"Essie Blue."
