I stared at the girl laying in the passenger seat. how could I have been so stupid! Of course shed freak out, frank called her bee. God. I am such an idiot. I reached back and put a blanket over Bridget, to keep her warm. My phone started ringing, and I hesantly looked away from her face. Caller ID said Franklin I.
"What's up?" I knew what was coming.
"Did you get there okay? Is Bree okay? Is John babacking off?" Franks voice stirred Bridget. I started to get out to not wake her, but thought better of it.
"Everything's fine. She's broken though, Frank. I ununderstand you had to.... But you killed her. She cuts, is bullied, and
id always being told of what little she's worth."
"What?!?! But -but- this was supposed to help-"
"why don't you come see her? She'd be better, and you could explain"
I suggested.
"MIKEY ARE YOU F*CKING CRAZY?!?! I CAN'T!!!!"
"Just come see her. I'll tell her if you don't anyways, it's my mission. So fuck off. I'll meet you in room 21A in 10 minutes. Bye"
i hung up before he could protest. I knew it was a risk, but this girl needed help. The sooner she knew, the easer it be to get her out of harms way. I sat there staring at her for a minute, the decided to wake her.
"Bridget, wake up."
Her eyes fluttered and she sat up, ad sighed.
"Come on Bridget, I have to show you something. "
she grunted and followed me to room 21A. When we approached the door, I could here frank yelling at Gerard. Great. I listened closely.
"Gerard you will leave her the fuck alone. What we had was a mistake. I'm not gay. Neither are you. So fuck off "
gerard stared to reply but was cut off by me knocking on the door. After announcing that I was going to bring Bridget in I pulled her in. She looked at frank with a look of bewilderment.
"Hi Bree. "
"Frank?"

Notes

Bridget's POV would've been better. But anywho. Here ya go.