Hello, so this is my second Corrie fic, my first one I got kind of lost with and lost track with the series so it's been abandoned! When I first wrote it though, there weren't so many Carla fics going about! Ive decided to use the same characters but use a different plot, if you were a reader of my other fic, sorry its not been completed! Hope you enjoy, and please review! Will have the next chapter up asap.
Carla stood in the pub with Peter, both smiling away, although Frank was still free and tormenting her when he could, the times with Peter made everything melt away. They didn't care what anyone else though. Stella stood behind the bar scowling at the two of them. People gossiped at first, of course, it's almost human nature to do so, but people were steadily getting used to it, even Simon. Leanne had moved away, permanently this time, although she would come to weatherfield occasionally to see her Mum and Simon.
Carla: "Will we get going now?" she asked, placing her hand on his.
Peter: "Stay for one more?" he asked.
Carla: "Oh go on then" she smiled.
Peter: "Stella two more please" he asked with a small smile.
Stella grumbled incoherently as the filled the two glasses with orange juice.
The door to the rovers opened and a young girl about the age of 13 walked through the door. She had long black hair, parted at the side and kept in place with a small clasp. She wore a pink checked shirt, unbuttoned with a white strappy top underneath. She was quite thin and pale, and if it wasn't for the make-up upon her face, dark circles would be prominent under her eyes. She approached the bar and dropped the hold-all she had on her shoulder onto the stool in front of her.
Stella: "If you think you're getting a drink in here then you can think again, there's no way you're 18"
The young girl gave a scowl: "I didn't want a drink, I'm only 13, besides the stuff is vile. I was looking for Carla Connor" she said with a Scottish accent.
Stella: "Trust me love, save yourself any bother and turn around and forget about her"
"That's one thing I can't do, now is she in here or not?" she said tapping her fingers impatiently on the bar.
Norris who had been standing listening piped up: "Why you looking for Carla?" he asked nosily.
The girl sighed: "I'm her daughter"
Norris and Stella both looked wide eyed with mouths open.
Stella: "You're her what?" she had heard her, I think she needed it repeated.
"My name is Chelsea Connor, I'm her daughter, and If you don't mind, I'd really like to see her, so if she's here let me know, if not can you point me in the right direction, as it's important I find her" she answered seriously.
Stella: "Yeah, sure love, she's over there" she pointed to one of the booths where Carla and Peter had moved to, Ken and Deirdre sat beside them.
Chelsea took in a deep breath, clearly nervous.
Stella: "You want me to shout her over?"
Chelsea shook her head: "I'll be fine in a minute, I'm just really nervous"
Stella nodded and returned to her customers.
Chelsea picked up her bag and approached the table.
"Just breathe, just breathe" she said quietly to herself.
She stopped at the table and cleared her throat, getting their attention.
Chelsea: "Carla Connor?" she asked looking at her mother.
Carla looked shocked: "Chelsea?"
Chelsea nodded and could feel tears threatening to fall.
Carla stood and pulled Chelsea in for a hug.
When they pulled apart, tears were streaming from both sets of eyes. Carla took Chelseas face in her hands, wiping away the young girls tears with her thumbs.
Carla: "I can't believe you're here, what are you doing here?" she said, still reeling from shock.
Chelsea: "Aunt Marge died, and I found the letters from you. They told me you were dead" she cried.
Carla: "I know, they wouldn't let me near you, they had signed the adoption papers, although I was never given confirmation, you were theirs. They said you were better with them, I believed them"
Chelsea went rummaging in her bag before she found the piece of paper and handed it to Carla.
Chelsea: "They never signed it, I don't know why, but they didn't"
Carla: "What about Uncle George, where is he?" she said, still looking at the paper in her hand.
Chelsea shook her head: "He never liked me. I could never do anything right in his eyes, maybe that's why the papers were never signed, he didn't want to. They never changed my name, I'm still Chelsea Connor"
Ken and Deirdre stood up to leave, Carla had forgotten they were even there.
Deirdre: "You's clearly have a lot going on, we'll get going" she smiled gently at Carla.
Peter stood as well, confusion all over his face: "I think I better go too"
Carla: "No Peter, sit back down, you need to hear this too"
He nodded and sat back down. Chelsea slid in and sat at the end of the table, pulling her legs up to her chest and resting her chin on her knees. She had done it since she was little, she always felt safer, cocooned in her own little ball.
Carla: "Peter, I'm sorry I never told you. With everything, it's something I didn't know how to bring up"
Peter nodded silently.
Chelsea: "Why did you give me away?" she asked sadly.
Carla: "At the time, I wasn't in the best relationship for bringing up a child, I don't think I could have coped myself. You're Aunt Marge and Uncle George came from Scotland to visit me when I had you, they were never able to have children their self. We spoke and they suggested you go and stay with them, leaving me under the impression that I'd still be able to see you, and visit. But as soon as they had their hands on you and the so called 'adoption' was done, they twisted everything, doing everything in their power so that I couldn't see you. They said it would cause you to ask questions, I didn't realise why until we came to an agreement. Every year about a week after your birthday, your Aunt Marge would send a picture to me. And then I knew why they didn't want us to meet, you were so like me, and you didn't look anything like them"
Chelsea nodded: "Aunt Marge always made a point of taking a photo, and I always wondered why I never seen them"
Carla: "Through time, I became hardened to it, it tore me to pieces to begin with, but I started telling myself that you were theirs, and you were better off with them, but still a day didn't go by where my heart didn't ache for you" she choked out, tears beginning to fall again.
Peter took her hand and gave her a reassuring smile.
Carla: "And now here you are" she manage to smile through the tears.
Chelsea: "I don't know where we go from here. I don't want to go back there, that's for sure, but I don't know where that leaves us, you've got this life built here"
Peter spoke this time: "Don't you worry about that, you'll stay with us"
Carla smiled at Peter, she didn't even have to say thank you, he knew from looking at her.
Chelsea: "You's don't even know me" she spoke softly.
Peter: "That doesn't matter, we'll get to know you, you're family" he said and gently gave her hand a squeeze"
Chelsea: "Thanks" she smiled.
Chelsea yawned, and you could see she was absolutely shattered.
Carla: "Come on, you're tired, we'll get going"
Chelsea: "Where?"
Carla: "Home" she smiled and took Chelseas hand leading her out the pub, Peter grabbed her bag and followed behind.
That's it for chapter one, again please review! :) x