Freedom.
WHO: Frankie Montrose WHAT: Closing of a Chapter.
Frank was laying on his bed reading when he heard the sound of his door being opened. He looked up and saw Johnny, and his Lawyer, and his Agent.
"What the fu---?" he started to say and got up from his bunk.
"Get dressed Frankie, you are out of here! You are being moved from here, to a court appointed halfway house and therapy Hospital in California. If you keep your nose clean, stay clean and sober, in a year, you are done with this brother!" his lawyer said with a big smile, and came over to hug Frank. Frank hugged him back and looked stunned at the people standing there in his room.
"When did this all come down? I don't get it... I..." he stammered and tried to wrap his brain around something he didn't foresee happening for perhaps years.
His agent tossed a new set of clothes to Frank, and he caught them easily. "Get dressed man, limo is a waitin' and we've got a flight to catch."
"Where to?" Frank asked, his mind still spinning.
"Malibu."
*****
An hour later Frank sat in the Admissions Office filling out the final paperwork for his release. "I didn't sign this much shit when I bought a house." he laughed and one by one finished the forms, had them approved by his lawyer, then passed them to the Hospital Admin. He had also composed notes to Rose, Rowan, Trystan, and Dr. Shaman. In each he expressed his love for them, and gave them contact information for him in California for when they would get out of Cheshire. He had wanted to say his Goodbyes in person, but they weren't going to allow that.
Next to Frank sat the bass guitar he'd been allowed to have, and his few other meager possessions, the treasured drawings from Rose and Rowan. Those were the only things he would be taking with him back home. He had promised to keep writing to them all, and would answer every letter they sent to him. All of the letters were signed,
"I love you so much, I will see you on the outside, SOON. Love, FRANKIE MONTROSE!!
Once the paperwork was done, he hugged Johnny again, exchanged Cell Phone numbers with him. Now dressed in a silk Armani suit with new black python hide boots and fresh eyeliner, he shook hands with all of the doctors and nurses he had come to know while in Cheshire, and wished them the best for their futures.
After making sure the letters were to be delivered by Johnny, Frank said his final goodbyes, then walked out of the front door into the sunlight. He slid on a pair of dark sunglasses, and took in a deep breath of air, then let it out. "Elvis... has left the mutherfucking building!" he said as he threw double rock hands into the air, then walked toward the waiting limo.