IN THIS STORY, CARLA HAS BEEN RAPED BY FRANK. HE IS BEING HELD IN CUSTODY AND HAS BEEN REFUSED BAIL FOR THE TIME BEING. CARLA IS SUFFERING BADLY. SHE FEELS LONELY AND LOST, AND PETER CHANGES EVERYTHING.

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Chapter 1

A troubled, dark haired woman leant on the green railings outside a medical centre, her watered eyes staring in to space. She was seeing nothing with her eyes, as the images in her head overpowered her sight.

The noise coming from the chip shop next door cut her off from her thoughts, and she lifted up her right hand to look at her watch. She wondered how she started wearing her watch on the wrong hand, but that thought was soon cut off too. She couldn't be thinking of light hearted things like that when she realized the bruises were still on her wrists. A tear dropped on her arm, followed by another.

From a hundred meters down the road, a guy was staring at her. Not in a bad way, but with general concern and almost fear, as he could sense the distress of this woman. His instinct made him walk towards the woman, before lightly and gently tapping her on her left shoulder

"Hey" he said

The woman jumped at his touch, obviously still affected by what had happened to her.

"Oh gosh Peter you frightened the life out of me" said the woman

"I'm sorry Carla. What are you doing? You are worrying me"

She lifted her head up, her troubled eyes stared into his. Her eyes lacked emotion, almost lifeless, and he couldn't help feel sorry for her. He wanted to just hold her and tell her everything was going to be OK.

"Look at me. Just look at me. I'm a wreck, a mess." Her lips started to tremble. "I've still got these bruises and it's been over a week, and it's not like those are the hardest things to deal with. I can just about cope with seeing the bruises, but what I cannot for the life of me cope with is having him stuck in my head, and every time I try to get back to normal, he's there… in my head. I can't get rid of him Peter. He has destroyed me. Every bit of me. I despize this kind of weakness, I despize myself."

"Woah woah woah love. You are not a mess, you are not weak. You are one of, if not the strongest woman I know. Why are you stood outside here alone?" Peter reassured her as he lifted his hand to touch her arm. At first she was uncomfortable with him being so close, but his eyes showed his care for her, and his smile made her feel a sense of comfort, and so she let him close to her.

"I'm going for those you know, routine check ups. Seems like all I'm doing recently is being examined, I can't get away from it"

Peter now wrapped his arm around her shoulders, and led her to the medical centre. "Come on love, I will try my best to make this as easy as possible for you. I'm here for you" he said, as they both walked slowly, her head rested against his shoulder, and his arm still around her.

"Thank you" she whispered with a sigh. Half a sigh of relief, half a sigh of sadness.