"How did we get 'ere, eh?" Carla mumbled despondently. She sat on the edge of the sofa staring down at the floor. Peter stood in the kitchen looking at the back of her head. His heart was beating ten to the dozen. The last thing he'd wanted to do was hurt her. Especially as she was still grieving for the friend she buried just days ago.
"I'm sorry," he said. He heard her whimper and knew she was struggling to keep the tears away.
"Well that's sommit then int it," she inhaled a deep breath and stood up on her feet. She turned around and glared fiercely at him. "Just as long as you're sorry." she stated bitterly.
Peter's head dropped down to the floor and he shuffled his feet nervously. "Carla,"
"Don't," she jabbed her finger in his direction. "Don't you dare make excuses, Peter.
Why her? Of all people, why the twenty year old barmaid, eh? I mean if it were Leanne I'd probably understand; you've got 'istory, and I know you still care about 'er. But Tina?" She softly shook her head and ran her hands through her hair as she tried to piece it all together.
"It was a drunken mistake. Carla, I love you."
She snorted in disbelief but found herself unable to respond as she stood staring out the window of their flat.
"Car, please. I know I've done wrong but we can still make this work, love, I know we can."
Her eyes closed and her finger and thumb pinched the bridge of her nose as she tried to stay calm.
"Baby," Peter whispered after a few moments of silence. The tension between the pair was agonising and he was terrified thinking he was going to lose her. "Say somethin'." he pleaded with her.
Her tongue rolled around in her mouth as she mulled her thoughts over. She didn't know what to do. She was hurt, incredibly so. Of all the men she'd been with that had let her down she really did think Peter would be different. She really did believe that he loved her... but right now, she wasn't so sure.
"I think you should leave." she finally replied. She turned around to face him with a hard scowl.
He stood in shock. His eyes filled with tears as he frantically shook his head. "Please," his voice cracked and tears streamed down his cheeks. "I can't lose you, Carla. Not now, not after everythin' we've been through. Please"
"Peter!" She yelled. "This is your doing! You did this to us!" Her face contorted with anger and pain but she willed herself not to cry, not yet. "Just get out!" she ordered.
When he made no attempt to move she flipped. Her arms smashed against his chest as she repeatedly yelled at him to leave. He could see how distressed his presence was making her and so he didn't put up a fight when she pushed him out through the door.
As soon as the door slammed shut she cried. Her back was pressed against the door and her whole body just collapsed to the floor. She pressed her hand to her mouth to cover the heaving sobs that had overtaken her.
Peter stood outside the door with his hand pressed against it. The sound of his lover breaking down on the other side was breaking his heart and he despised himself for being so stupid. 'How could you do this to 'er?' he thought to himself. 'After everythin' she's been through, you selfish-.' He took a deep breath and pushed himself away from the door. 'I need a drink.' He stormed out of the flat and went in search for the nearest off-license.