So this is a new Fanfiction, which I'm thinking of lengthening if people like it. Basically it's memories of the past start to come back and haunt her and Nick has to help Carla deal with it. Hope you like it and let me know what you think!
Band-Aid on a Gunshot Wound: Chapter 1:
Flashback:
"Don't you have any work to do Mrs Connor?" I hear Nick's voice from behind me and look up from my phone. He sits down next to me and he leans over to kiss me.
"Mm..." I mumble as chills rush down my spine, there was something about the way he kissed me, it set me on edge, filled me with life. He pulls away sharply, causing me to bite my lip to stop them from tingling.
"You need to stop distracting me from my work." He lowers his voice and I flash him a seductive grin.
"Oh yeah?" I raise my eyebrows. "What you gonna do about that?"
"Stop it." He whispers and I divert my eyes from him to the wooden clasp in the middle of the table, flirtatiously pulling a menu out.
"I would like to order..." I examine it. "A chicken salad."
"Right and will miss be wanting an alcoholic beverage to go with that?" He asks me. "Red wine perhaps?"
"Well yes I would actually." I hang off the word. "Because no one has come to take my order and so I will be filing a complaint to... Who is the manager of this place?" I laugh, and he rolls my eyes at the attempt at a joke.
"Yeah well, the manager will be sure to make it up to you later on." He winks at me before kissing me again and rising to get my drink.
"Are you still here?" Nick approaches me, placing his hand down on the solid oak table as I take another sip of my wine.
"Not a problem is it?" I ask him. "Unless you want to throw me out Nicholas, in which case you'll have to get the hand cuffs ready."
"Carla Connor I swear to God." He shakes his head at me. "That factory will run riot without you."
"I'm perfectly fine doing my work here thank you." I prompt him. "Besides watching you dash around in your suit is very appealing."
"Well you're pumping money into my business and out of yours so..." Nick shrugs.
"Uh!" I exclaim. "I'm paying for these?"
"I've got a permanent tab set up in your name." He informs me. "So far you owe me about ten thousand glasses of red wine."
"Ah well it looks like we've both got some making up to do doesn't it?" I remind him and he scans the room before sliding into the booth next to me.
"Stop it." He nudges me and I giggle, shifting so I'm closer to him. I'm desperate to swing my legs over his lap but I knew it would be unprofessional whilst he was at work.
"About tonight." I twirl my hair around my finger.
"Tonight?" He questions, frowning slightly.
"Have you forgotten about the deals we made?" I focus my eyes on his, biting down on my lip to prevent me from giggling again. "We owe each other remember?"
"Oh right yeah..." He nods.
"Do you want to get back to work?" I divert the subject, aware that I was yet again distracting him from what he should be doing.
"No." He chuckles, linking his hand with mine. "However I should be getting back to work."
"Ok, you win." I smile as he kisses me. "I love you."
"I know." He stands up, looking back at me. "I love you too."
"Oi have you got the latch on?" I hear Nick bang on the door and I run to it to pull it open.
"Mm." I smile, pulling him in and kissing him, he didn't even have time to get through the door before he is forced to slam it behind him with his foot.
"You're eager." He mumbles as I move down to kiss his neck seductively.
"You should know that by now." I whisper into his neck, as I massage his sensitive spots with my tongue, causing him to let out a satisfied moan.
"Don't let me take my jacket off then." He says and my hands immediately move to the silky material, as I pull it down from his shoulders.
"I'll help you with that." I tell him before moving back up to kiss his lips, my tongue parting them gently as it meets his. He moves to pin me up against the door and I gasp slightly at the collision. My mind suddenly flashes back at the momentum, Frank's face, Frank's lips, Frank's hands gripping my arm. Too tight. Let go. Fight him off. Too weak.
I continue to return the kiss as it becomes more forceful, one hand pressed against his chest in an attempt to secure myself. Pressure. Pushing down. Oppressing. My head bangs against the door, I feel dizzy, I feel dirty, I feel vulnerable. Empty, but so full of fear. Frank's hand on my thigh, pressing too hard, nails digging in, wanting me more than ever. No. Wanting to hurt me more than ever. Tights sliding down my legs, his hands cold against my exposed skin. Snap back to reality Carla. Carla. "Carla. Carla?"
I'm fighting him off, screaming, pushing him away, my hands covering my ears, tears streaming down my face.
"Hey?" Nick looks terrified, staring at me from a distance, focusing his eyes on mine, fear connecting with confusion. I can't breathe. I was shaking. Why was I shaking? Why was this happening? It had been over four years since it happened. It was the way I had hit the wall. It was the replay of my nightmares. I couldn't breathe. Try to breathe. "Carla?"
Nick is panicked as I slide down the wall, collapsing in a heap, gasping for breath. He's shocked, he's completely bewildered.
"Ok, slow breaths." He tries to communicate with me. "Gently, in and out." He comes to kneel in front of me, his eyes now full of concern. I was crying. I didn't want to cry. Even though I wasn't afraid of crying in front of him.
"Oh my God." I gasp, a hand clasped over my mouth as my breathing begins to regulate. "Oh my God I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."
"No." He says softly, calming me. "Don't be. Ok? Don't be."
"Just... Saw it." Is all I can say, my eyes finally meeting his again, panicked. I shift backwards slightly so I was fully propped up against the door.
"Did I hurt you?" He asks, suddenly concerned.
"No." I shake my head forcefully. "No, it's not your fault."
"Are you sure?" He checks, studying my fragile figure and I nod, reassuring him.
"Nick I'm so sorry." I manage to muster. "It's just... Being pushed against the door like that and... The way you were holding me... I don't know why because it never comes back to me..."
"Frank?" He practically whispers the name and I shudder.
"I'm sorry." I say again and he lets out a sigh, I can see how much I've hurt him by mentioning Frank, making him think that he reminded me of the hell I went through. "It's not your fault."
"Are you feeling any calmer now?" He asks gently and I nod, swallowing back any remaining strength as I wipe the tears from my cheeks. "...You do know I'd never hurt you don't you Carla?"
"Yes." I reply almost instantly, which was the truth. I trusted Nick with my life. "But I warned you... that I'd hurt you."
"And I said I'd take my chances." He smiles and I manage a weak one in return. "I suggest you get up for starters. Go sit on the sofa and chill out."
"Ok." I search his face for any comfort, I knew he was reluctant to touch me now. I pull myself up off the floor, steadying myself against the wall. I face him, my eyes levelling with his as he smiles at me warmly. I head over to the sofa and sit down on it awkwardly.
"Is there anything I can do?" He asks, noticing how scared I still looked.
"Hold me." Is all I can say and he doesn't hesitate before coming to sit next to me, wrapping his arms around my frame. My head falls into his chest, his embrace welcoming so that I didn't feel awkward or fearful anymore. It was just me and him. I feel his steady heartbeat and it calms me.
"I promise I will never let anything happen to you ok?" He finally whispers, as he places a kiss into my hair. "I love you."