Paranoia?
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t's kinda hard to talk right now.
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Franky was quite confused as to why Erica would be calling her at such a late hour of the night, but she definitely didn’t feel like ignoring the call. Franky however also didn’t feel like having the conversation anywhere near Bridget as she still hadn’t gotten to even explain to the older woman about Erica Davison and the fact that she had rather suddenly appeared back into her life. Franky had quickly rolled out of bed, knowing that she had to answer now or risk having Erica hang up. Franky had quickly slid the bar across the bottom of her iPhone, placing the phone to her ear and whispering out a soft “Hello?” Making sure it was rather clear from the get go that she had virtually no idea as to why the blonde woman would be calling her at such an hour. Franky had taken light steps toward the doorway of the bedroom, one quick look at Bridget confirming that she was indeed still sleeping peacefully. Franky had closed the bedroom door behind her to hopefully allow even more privacy, keeping her footsteps light as she made her way down the hallway and toward the spare bedroom, she couldn’t quite put her finger on why, but even in the seemingly distressed sound of voice, Erica’s voice instantly made a small smile crack across the brunettes features.Franky’s smile had vanished the second that she had realized that Erica wasn’t just distressed, she heard sniffling and quickly assumed that the blonde woman was crying.
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Honey why are you crying? Is everything okay? I gotta whisper 'cause I can't be too loud
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“Franky?” Was the only word that Erica could muster out at the present moment. The former governor being at a loss for words after having just woken up from a nightmare. Quite frankly Erica had no idea why she had even decided that Franky would be the person of choice to call when in this situation, hell why would she call Franky when she was in any sort of situation at all. The only answer that Erica could come up with being that Franky meant a lot more to her than she was willing to admit, and the fact that the simple sound of Franky’s voice had instantly made her feel much more relaxed, safe even. It was all strange for her to even think about.
Franky had quickly cut off the blonde’s train of thoughts however, firing a rapid set of questions at the woman keeping her whispered sort of tone. “Erica? Are you crying?” Franky left very little room for any sort of replies between questions, keeping them coming in rapid succession. “Where are you? Are you okay? Do you need anything?”
Erica wasn’t sure if she should be flattered by the large amount of concern that the brunette was currently showing toward her, but she definitely felt it anyway. The sheer simplistic moment had her smiling like an idiot instantly. The blonde had cleared her throat before responding to Franky once more, not sure if she would be able to answer every single one of Franky’s questions as there was quite a few of them to attempt to remember in such a short span of time. “I’m at home. I think I’ll be okay, and I don’t really know what I need.” Erica replied, a soft humourless sort of chuckle escaping her lips as she moved from her position of sitting on the edge of her bed to head downstairs, figuring maybe a glass of water would help to settle her back in, or perhaps a glass of something much stronger.
As she was making her way down the large set of winding stairs she had started to regret the choice. After having such a vivid nightmare, moving about in her large house alone wasn’t something that exactly made her feel safe and secure. “What happened?” Franky asked yet another question, ignoring the previous answers as she wanted to get to the bottom of the issue as soon as possible. Franky had all but forgotten about what time of the morning it currently was, but continued to keep her voice at a whisper as she was still very aware of Bridget being asleep in the room mere feet down the hallway, though she was sure the concern in her voice shined right on through regardless of the soft tone. Erica quickly made her way around the stairs, being cautious to avoid any of the windows that would likely make her paranoia one hundred times worse. She didn’t want to sound so dam childish, but the fact of the matter was that the nightmare had shaken her up quite considerably, her own tone dropping to somewhat of a mumble, knowing that Franky would likely call her out on being childish about the matter. “I um.. I had a nightmare, Franky..” Franky had opened her mouth to begin to speak but was quickly cut off by Erica continuing on. “I’m not even sure why I called you..”
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Well, my girl's in the next room Sometimes I wish she was you
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Franky had quickly realized that Erica had once again left herself rather vulnerable, finding the fact that she had called over something so simple to actually be quite sweet, although she would never dare admit that out loud. The former prisoner did however want to make things better but she wasn’t quite sure what to say to accomplish that, starting out with a soft form of “It’s okay.” Franky wasn’t exactly sure why she was so drawn into the conversation with Erica, but it certainly wasn’t stopping her from continuing on, she knew she was going to have quite a lot of thinking to do in the upcoming days. The brunette was finding these simple things that Erica did over the damn phone to be more exhilarating than fifty percent of the things that she and Bridget had done in person.
Erica smiled once again at the softness of Franky’s tone, although she was now quite aware of the hour of the night that it now was, figuring she shouldn’t keep Franky up much longer. She poured herself a full glass of wine and had taken a seat at the kitchen table, she was searching her mind for an excuse to dismiss the phone call so that she could stop selfishly keeping Franky on the phone in the middle of the damn night. However, the second that Erica opened her mouth to speak it had seemed as if her nightmares were about to come true. She caught a glimpse of exactly what she was trying to avoid on her way to the kitchen.. There was a figure just outside and it was definitely moving. Her voice dropped to a whisper, scared that whatever was outside would be able to hear her although the sheer panic was the most noticeable part of her voice. “Franky.. there’s someone outside.
” “What?” Franky had now all but ditched the whispered tone of her own, quickly forgetting the entire reason why she was whispering in the first place, not wanting Erica to be in any sort of danger. “If they even so much as knock on your door call the fucking police. Text me your address, I’m coming over.”
“Maybe I’m just being paranoid..” Erica tried to downplay the situation, not wanting to inconvenience Franky anymore than she already had.
Franky however was not about to take no for an answer, instantly quipping back. “I don’t fucking care, Erica. Text me your address, I’ll be over in a few minutes. Just try to stay calm, alright?”
Erica wasn’t about to fight Franky on the matter, she could really use the company if she was indeed just being paranoid, and if she wasn’t.. she could definitely use all of the help she could get. She didn’t even have enough time to verbally respond to Franky, the call had been ended by the brunette as she darted down the stairs, finding clothes suitable enough for her to make a quick run for it, topping off the outfit with her combat boots, figuring they would be rather useful if any sort of a confrontation was made. Within a few more seconds she had received the text from Erica with her address. Franky promptly sent the address into the Google maps app and was quite pleased when she noticed that she was about a fifteen minute walk away. Franky would definitely cut that down, between running and taking shortcuts she figured she could make it there in less than ten. Within seconds of tugging her boots on and tying up the laces she was out on the door. Franky Doyle was now on a mission, completely having forgotten about Bridget sound asleep upstairs, she ran down the small few steps that lead to Bridget’s home, and continued running down the driveway and off onto the sidewalk. If there was any sort of real danger looming.. Franky desperately hoped that she would make it there in time.