Foster’s Porn Story: Mobile – Chapter 7
A/N: I don’t own Foster’s
Fomalhaut: He sure is :)
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“I’m gonna to help this kid if it’s the last thing I do!”
Wilt was determened to help Frankie, and if she wasn’t going to talk about, he would have to find someone else.
“Mr Herriman,” Wilt yelled, running up to the large rabbit. “Where’s Madame Foster?”
Herriman, a bit surprised on Wilt’s sudden outburst just said. “She’s in the office, and please don’t run.”
Wilt nodded and walked to the office. After going in the (rather large) office he found Madame Foster reading some papers. Hearing him come in, Madame Foster looked up from the papers and beamed at him.
“Why hello deary, can I help you with something?”
Wilt nodded.
“Er, yeah, you know how Frankie fell through the ice the other day?
“Oh yes, it was a simple accident. I remember when I was her age I was skaking on a lake when-
“You know how she’s been quite quiet lately right?”
“Oh it happens when she’s sick, I remember when I got sick that I was-“
“I think it has something to do with her parents.”
For once, Madame Foster went silent after what Wilt had said. She gulped a little and sat back in her chair. Then Wilt realize what he had done, If Madame Foster was Frankie’s grandmother, then either her mom or her dad was Madame Foster’s child.
“Oh Madame Foster, I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean it! Oh I’m such an idiot! I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorr-“
“No, no, it’s okay, sit down Wilt.”
Wilt did as she said.
“Wilt, you seem pretty close to Frankie, I think I can trust you to with this story.”
Wilt nodded and Madame Foster sighed.
“It happened when Frankie was only three. Her and her parents were driving home from here actually, they had come to visit me that day. The street wasn’t very busy at all and it seemed pretty safe, when suddenly and drunk truck driver come out of nowhere. They tried to swerve out of the way but,” Madame Foster sighed again, tears welling in her eyes. “they didn’t get out of the way in time. Both parents were killed but Frankie lived, but she was knocked out. She woke up in the hospital later. I was scared I was going to lose her too.”
After that both Madame Foster and Wilt were very quiet. Then Wilt spoke.
“Er… thanks, I’m really sorry for bringing up such a sad memory.”
Madame Foster looked up and smiled.
“Oh no deary it’s alright. I would hate to see my grandchild so miserable. Now I need you to do something for me okay?”
Wilt nodded.
“I need you to talk to Frankie about what I just said to you.”
Wilt bit his lip. This may be hard.
“Y-yeah, I’ll try.”
Wilt slowly left the room and went to Frankie’s room. He opened the door to her room. Frankie looked up from a book she was reading to see him.
“Oh hiya Wilty, have ya come to read another story to me?”
“Erm… no. Can we talk?”
“Yeah what?”
Wilt sat down on her bed beside her.
“Your grandma told me what happened to your parents.”
The room went silence again.
“Great.” Thought Wilt. “Now she’ll probably hate me for this.”
Wilt was afraid Frankie would start crying, but instead, she said something that totally surprised Wilt.
“When I grow up,” Began Frankie. “I’m gonna find that truck driver who killed my parents and I’m gonna kill him!”
Wilt was shocked.
“No, no no Frankie! Please don’t talk like that! That would never do any good.”
“How would you know?” Frankie hissed. “You never had any parents to lose.”
Wilt sighed
“Well, I’ve lost other things.”
Frankie was quiet.
“Plus, I lost my owner. Not in death, but in spirit. And remember, you have your grandma, me, and Kiwi.”
Kiwi, who was sitting uptop of Frankie’s dresser, cooed happily.
“I know it was hard Frankie, but remember, we all love you.”
Frankie, after her long silence, suddenly stood up and hug Wilt around his long legs.
“I love you too Wilt.”