Sorry about the spelling, my laptop doesnt know what 'Spell Check' means.

Carla wondered 'round her living room. Pacing back and forth. Holding a pregnency test in her hand. A million thoughts circling round in her head, knowing this would be a terrible thing.

Still pacing, she glimpsed down at her sweaty palm, moved her thumb from over the evidence that would either make her, or break her.

She stood still, just trying to build up the gutts to move her thumb, when she heard keys rattling outside, she jumped. Dropped the test on the floor. Before she had time to pick it up, He walked in.

'Peter' she said taking a deep breath. Trying to kick the test behind her.

'Hey Love, cant stop long, Simon's at my Dads for a few hours, i said i wouldnt be long picking him up' Peter said walking towards Carla.

Carla hadnt moved at inch since she had finally managed to hide the dreadful stick. Peter held her tight, she felt relaxed. She always felt better after a Hug from the love of her life.

'Whats that?' Peter said bending down.

'Oh, look Peter it doesnt matter' Carla said sharply as she ran her fingers through the roots of her long black hair, stressfully.

'But it does matter Carla' He replied worryingly. 'have you looked at it?'

'No, i couldnt bring myself too'

'Carla...your pregnant' Peter said not knowing how Carla would react.

Carla took a step back from Peter. Not knowing what to do...her head was full of thoughts again. 'Is it Peters...or Franks?' she found herself saying over and over again.

'Is it mine?' Peter said 'Or Franks?'

'I dont know' Carla cried. Tears were streaming down her face by this time.

'Look, its gonna be alright, we'll go to the Doctors and see how far gone you are' Peter said calmly to Carla, putting one arm around her and the other gently to her soft cheek, wipeing away her tears.

Carla let out a deep sigh, she knew Peter could always make her feel better, even if he didnt do anything major, just him been there helped.

The next day, Peter and Carla walked hand in hand to the Doctors surgery. Carla sat down in the waiting room, Peter went to go let the receptionist know they had arrived.

Peter walked over to Carla. She was sat with her head in her hands. He sat down beside her, put his strong arm around her, she leaned over and put her head on his shoulder.

'Carla Connor?' A deep voice said.

'Here we go!' Carla sighed as she was standing up. 'wish me luck!'

Peter stayed sat on the seat, He watched Carla walk in another room with the Doctor. He reached over to grab a comic book, he had always loved reading the corny jokes.

40 minutes had passed.

Carla walked out of the Doctors Office, holding leaflets, Her face pale, looking like she had seen a ghost. Tears still streaming down her face. Peter stood up, Carla walked over towards him. His arms reached out to hold her. She sobbed on his shoulder.

She turned to face him, wiping her tears, pulling herself together.

'Its Franks' She told him.

'Oh Love, come here' Peter said lovingly, he pulled Carla close, held her tightly.

Frank had already taken so much of her and now hes still taking. Shes pregnant with a Rapists baby. Hadnt she already been through enough?

They arrived at Carla's Flat.

She went over to the counter, put her hands down and kicked her shoes off and slouched on the Sofa, Peter put the kettle on.

Peter walked over to the sofa, sat down next to carla. She put her head on his chest and just cried.

Peter felt awful. He didnt know what to say or do. He was there for Carla and he always will be, and she knew that.

As she lay resting on him, She stopped crying, looked up at Peter.

'Why does this have to happen?, i couldnt have his Baby' She said sounding like she really didnt have a clue what was gonna happen next.

'Look Love, there are other ways round this, ya'know, like abortions...' Carla interrupted him.

'You think i should get rid of it?' she said looking up at him.

'Its completly up to you love, im just saying that you dont have to go through with this if you dont want too' Peter replied, stroking her hair from her face.

Carla put her head back on Peters chest and tried her best to relax.

Silence.

'Im gonna have an abortion' Carla sounded determined.

The next day, Carla phoned the Abortion clinic, they had just been a cancelation so they could fit her in that very same day.

'Do you want me to come?' Peter asked her.

'No, its something i need to do by myself'. Carla replied getting her stuff together.

She kissed Peter then headed for the door.

A few hours passed.

Peter was still at Carla's flat, cleaning the Kitchen, trying to keep himself busy.

Carla walked through the door.

Peter stood up, looked at her with them dreamy eyes.

She ran over to him, hugged him like it was their last.

He put his arms around her, squeezed her tight. He could feel Carla leaning on him like Gravity had failed for her.

'Its too late' she said wiping her eyes, pulling away from Peter.

'Aw Carla' Peter said holding Carla's cheek.

Carla went to go sit down on the sofa.

'They said, that im to far gone.' Carla strugged to talk.

'We'll get through it love, You and Me, together' Peter reassured Carla.