Opposites Attract

"Well Duh."

(FRANKY'S POV)

"I've got good news for you Franky." Gidge told me.

It was a few days later and I was at our next session.

"You changed your mind about us not being able to do anything in here?" I joked.

She chuckled. "No, but there's a date for your parole hearing. It's two weeks from tomorrow."

I stared at her.
"Oh."

She raised an eyebrow.
"Well I'd have thought you'd be more excited."

"It's not that. It just seems too good to be true. Something is going to fuck it up. "I'm going to find a way to fuck it up. I always do."

"No you don't-"

"Yes I do." I said, staring at my hands.
"Every time something good is going to happen to me, I fucking ruin it. There's karma though for you I guess. With all the shit I've done, I don't deserve to be free."

"Franky look at me."

I shook my head.

"I don't want to hear it Gidge. We both know it's fucking true."

I was afraid that if I made eye contact with her, the tears that I've been forcing back would escape. I deserve this. I deserve to be locked up. I took so much happiness away from other people that I didn't deserve any of my own.

"Franky."

I sighed, lifting my head to meet her gaze.

"Franky you deserve to be free. You deserve to be free more than any of the other woman here-"

"No I-"

"And," she kept going, talking over me.
"...I'm not just saying that because of my feeling for you. The point of prison is reform. It's to help someone change from a..."

"A criminal?" I asked.

"...a person who keep making bad decisions. And into a person who feels remorse for what they've done and that no longer makes those same mistakes again. And that's you Franky. You've changed since the first time I met you. In a good way. You've showed that you can feel remorse and that you care."

"So basically prison made me weak."

"No. That's not weakness. That's the trait of a good person."

"You truly believe I'm a good person?" I asked her.

"Yes,I truly do."

"Even after all the things I've done?"

"You've made mistakes Franky. But bad decisions doesn't equal a bad person. The difference between a good person and a bad person is whether or not they have the ability to face what they've done and feel bad about it. I've met a lot of bad people Franky and you are not one of them."

God she always knew what to say to make me feel better.

The tears that I was fighting bad finally let loose. I quickly brushed them away.

"Thanks for saying that." I said, smiling at her.

She gave me one back.

She grabbed my hand.
"We're gonna get you out of here. And you're going to have the happy life you deserve."

"Will you be a part of it?"

She squeezed my hand.
"A huge part." She said.

"God I can't wait for that to happen." I said quietly.