A/N: This takes place on Boxing Day 2011; Becky has just left the pub after Steve calls her scum.
This is a scene, I would have loved to see…
A/N 2019: This is the original fanfic that was written and uploaded in 2012.
She hugged the plastic bag to her chest as she exited the off-license. She stood for a moment on the corner of the cobbled street, before looking both ways…
'where to go?' she thought to herself.
There was Roy and Hayley's, but she couldn't go in her tipsy state, afraid they would coddle her too much. She couldn't go to the Platt's; hanging around with little Max would just further drag up bad memories. Sighing she opened her purchase, and took a swig. That's when she saw it. The lights were on in the factory, and the steps outside looked mighty inviting. Taking another douse of liquid courage she stumbled across the cobbles and sat ungracefully on the front steps.
'Where had it all gone wrong?' she thought as tears filled her eyes. She thought that by having the coppers interrogate Tracy it would scare her into telling the truth. As always though, Tracy turned on the waterworks and Steve fell for her lies. She had to hand it to her, she could get away with anything she put her mind to, and doing so with flying colours. She had the whole street believing Becky was a baby murderer. Sniffling she took another swig of from the bottle she kept hidden within the plastic bag, and shivered; suddenly feeling the cold in the air.
The door behind her opened and she spun around with shock. The factory boss jumped back with surprise at seeing someone sitting on the steps. Carla would be jumpy until Frank was back behind bars; consistently afraid that he would pop out of the shadows and attack her again. But thankfully, the person on her step was not the man she feared.
"Becky, love, you scared me!" The brunette stated as she caught her breath.
"Sorry Carla, I'll just uhh-" Becky stood up shakily and wiped the tears from her face with the back of her hand. Carla looked closer at the blonde woman before her and put a gloved hand on her shoulder.
"Hey, you okay?" The concern was etched in her voice.
Becky shook her head, sobs starting to wrack her body, "No…Steve….Tracy…" she could barely get her thoughts out. She felt Carla's arm wrap around her shoulders.
"Come on." Carla lead the broken blonde back into the factory, closing the door behind her.