A/N Set in present time but a few major things have changed, I'm sure you'll notice as the story goes on!
Carla still wasn't sure if she had done the right thing as she sank in the sofa of her own flat. The rooms seemed tainted with memories and she thinks she can almost hear Peter singing softly to her as she lays her head against the arm of the sofa, her back lays flat against the material and her knees are bent towards the ceiling.
She twiddles with her hands in her lap and tries to decipher today's events. Carla can still hear Peter's pleas ringing in her ear as her heels click along the street and she walks away from him for good. She knows she cannot put things right but she thinks that by walking away she can help save Simon from the pit of destruction he is heading to.
Even now she half expects him to come and sit beside her, to shove her side with a childish grin then lay next to her and run his hands through her raven locks in a way that always calmed her after a stressful day. Carla thinks maybe she could call Michelle but she had upped and left almost a month ago and rarely answered her phone.
She misses their chats and the way Michelle would drape herself around her while the worked. Michelle made her feel comfortable and safe and she misses her soothing touch. She wants to write her a text but even those barely gauge any response from the younger woman recently and so she has almost given up trying.
There had been no argument, Michelle had just left one day. Carla didn't even know where she lived now, and she was still awaiting a much promised and desperately needed visit.
Carla's phone rings from beside her on the table and she wonders if she has the energy to even reach across and answer it. She does and with an empty sigh she places it to her ear, half expecting to hear Peter on the other side.
"Hello?"
The person on the other side doesn't answer, but their heavy breathing can be heard in Carla's ear.
"Hello?" Carla knows they wont reply, they never do.
"Look, I'm sick of this so whoever you are please just go to hell" She slams the phone down on her table breathes in deeply in an attempt to calm herself back down. The calls have been happening for weeks and they always leave her in a sense of terror. She worries about being alone for the first time since she stepped back into her flat and her hands shake uncontrollably.
She doesn't know who is calling her or their reason, and she wonders silently if she wants to know.