"Peter." I whisper as I open the door, a tear falls down my face as I take a deep breath and lean my small figure against the door, "What are you doing here? I'm getting married in the morning, you can't just turn up out of the blue like this."

"I had to see you, I had to tell you, you're making a mistake Car." He places his cold hands on my cheeks and wipes away my tears, I no longer found comfort to his touch, I no longer felt safe at the feeling of his skin against mine. I just felt dirty.

"He's not me Car and he never will be, you'll never be over me." He moves my thick brown hair away from my neck and begins to place kisses on my body. The feeling of his lips against my skin made my stomach churn, it didn't feel right any more. Not like it use to.

"Peter no." I push his body off of mine but he comes back more forcefully and pulls me into mine and Nicks flat. The flat we brought together. The flat were we only had good memories. As my back hits the door, I see it all over again. Frank. "Peter!" I scream as my body shakes uncontrollably but he doesn't listen.

As I find the strength to push his body away from mine,"Peter, I'm marrying Nick. I love Nick. I'm happy." I say as I catch my breath.

"Are you telling me that or yourself Carla." He laughs as he closes the flat door.

"You. I'm telling you!" I scream as he walks over to me.

He shakes his head and paces around, "No. No. We're meant to be together you can't marry someone else. Especially Nick Tilsley." He shouts as he slams his hands against the coffee table me and Nick had brought together, causing my wine to spill.

The red liquor seeps into my black and white blanket, that is thrown down by the side of the sofa and a puddle of the devils blood lays across the wedding seating plan that lay on the table.

"Peter. Me and you're done. We're over, we have been for years. You broke us. You ruined us and I wont let you ruin me and Nick." I walk over to the coffee table and pick up the seating plan, which was now smudged, Nick had told me to laminate it but I didn't listen.

As I walk back into the kitchen area I place it down on the worktop and grab a new glass of wine, I look up at Peter and throw him a look, "Why haven't you left yet?" I say as calmly as I possibly can as I pour the wine into my glass.

"You need to see sense Carla. Me and you were good together."

I cut him off instantly, "Until you broke it. Until you broke me." I throw the glass against the wall and place my head in my hands, "And now what you think you can come back, on the eve of my wedding and what? Stop me? Break me again?"

I laugh and walk over to him, "The thing is Peter whatever you're planning, whatever the reason is for you being here it won't change a thing. I've changed, I'm a lot stronger now. I don't need you any more. I don't need your love or your affection and I've realised that a person can only break you if you allow them to and I'm telling you Peter. You will never have the satisfaction of breaking me ever again."

He grabs hold of my wrists and pulls my body into his, as I attempt to pull my self out of his grasp he tightens his grip and places his forehead against mine. As his grip gets tighter and tighter I can feel the veins in my wrist about to burst. I can feel the marks he is making on my skin.

As the door swings open he pushes his lips against mine, they no longer felt soft, they no longer gave me warmth.

As I turn to look at the door I see him. Nick.

Peter realised my wrists and began to laugh, "Nick." I whisper as I run towards him, I can see the hurt and betrayal in his eyes, "It wasn't what it looked like, I swear. Peter tell him." I beg as I looked back over at him.

"What can I say Nick, she'll always love me. You'll never have all of her, she's just like Leanne, she came running back to me on your wedding day as well at least Carla did it the night before."