Breathless

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(FRANKY'S POV)

It was two days since my last meeting with Gidget. She had told me that she had planned on trying to find me somewhere outside her office where we could talk without fear of being recorded.  I hadn't seen her yet, but with Ferguson and Vinegar tits wondering about, it made it hard.

I was mopping the hallway like The Freak told me to do. I couldn't help but notice it was the same hallway where I accidentally killed Meg Jackson. She had to have known. Whether it from a tape or some other way, she knew.

Someone grabbed me roughly by the neck of my jacket.

"What the fuck?" I yelled, thinking it was another inmate. I was surprised to see Mr. Jackson. His face was twisted in fury. I've never seen him this angry before.

He started dragging me down the hallway by my arm.

"Mr. Jackson!" I yelled.
       "What are you doing? Stop!"

He ignored me and continued to drag me down the rest of the hall before slamming me against the hall.

"M-Mr. Jackson?"

I could feel myself shaking. What was he planning on doing? Killing me?

"I know you killed my wife!" He screamed.

My heart just about stopped. So that's what Ferguson did with the tape. She showed it to Will.

"What? Mr. Jackson no I-"

"Don't you lie to me!" He yelled.

I swallowed hard, my hands in front of me, shielding myself.

"Yes." I whimpered.

I looked at him. "Just do it." I said as a tear rolled down my face. "I lied to you that many times. I've looked you in the eyes. I've seen your pain. Do it. I deserve it."

He slammed his hands on the wall beside my head and let out a sound that could only be described as a roar. But instead of hurting me like I thought he was going to, he flung the bulletin board that was on the wall, down the hallway. He dropped to the floor and leaned against the wall, tears streaming down his face.

I still stood frozen, my hands in front of me, for a few seconds. I was able to compose myself enough so that I slid down the wall until I was sitting on the floor as well.

"I'm sorry Mr. Jackson." I whispered.

He didn't say anything.

"If it makes you feel any better, it was an accident."

"How the fuck is stabbing someone an accident?"

"It was during the riot." I said quietly. I had the shank on me for protection. Somebody grabbed me and I thought it was an inmate...someone from Jax's crew..."

"...so you stabbed them."

I nodded. "I'm so sorry. I promise that if I knew it was Mrs. Jackson I wouldn't have done it."

It was a long time before he said anything.

"I believe you." He finally said.
     "But you should've told me."

"I didn't know how." I said. And I didn't think anyone would believe me that it was an accident. Because I honestly didn't like her and everyone knew that."

"You're right. Nobody would have believed you."

"B-but you do?"

He nodded.

We sat in silence for awhile.

"How did you find out?" I asked him, even though I already knew.

"Ferguson sent the tape to my house."

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