Carla slowly opened her eyes and looked around the flat she shared with Peter. Another place, along with her own flat, which would now be tainted with painful memories. Her body lay sprawled across the bedroom floor, her face pressed against the soft material of the carpet. As she lay there the horrible memories of that night back in September came flooding back and filled her mind. She felt the same pain, physically and emotionally, Frank Foster had once again managed to destroy her. She lifted her hand to try and feel around for her phone to contact Peter but she couldn't find it. As she tried to move, the pain that rippled through her body was unbearable. It was only when she tried to lift her head that she noticed the pool of blood surrounding her. She managed to move her hand to the back of her head and suddenly felt faint at the sight of the blood which now covered her hand. The pain in her head was now becoming unbearable and as her vision became blurry her eyes closed and all she could see was darkness as she once again drifted out of consciousness.

Peter was on his way home with Simon after picking him up from school and both of them were chatting and laughing as they walked home.

"What's for tea tonight dad?"

"I don't know son, you'll need to ask Carla, she's cooking"

"Why does she have to cook? Can I have my tea at Grandma and Grandad's?" Simon moaned

He was getting on better with Carla but he was still being difficult

"No Si, you're having your tea with me and Carla" Peter said,

"Fine" Simon replied

"Dad, I'll race you home" Simon said as the two of them entered Coronation Street.

"Go on then, on your marks, get set, GO!" Peter said, as Simon ran off towards the house.

"I'm gonna beat you!" Simon laughed as he ran round the corner.

Simon was only a few houses away from the flat as he looked over his shoulder, happy with the fact that his dad was nowhere to be seen and he had won the race. He approached the flat and opened the door before running up the stairs. He pushed open the door of the flat and went into the kitchen expecting Carla to be there cooking his tea. This is weird, he thought as he noticed Carla's shoes sitting by the front door and her bag and jacket thrown over the sofa.

"Carla" he shouted, walking through the flat towards Carla and Peter's bedroom. He pushed open the door seeing Carla lying on the floor, her eyes closed and blood surrounding her head. He raced over to her and placed his hand on her shoulder gently shaking her trying to wake her up. "Carla, wake up" he said, his voice quivering as he tried not to cry. Carla remained unconscious and Simon ran out of the room to find Peter.

Peter was approaching the flat as Simon rushed out of the front door."DAD! DAD!" He shouted as he ran to him.

"Si what's wrong pal?" He asked, noticing his son's distressed state.

"Something's happened to Carla!" He said as tears began to fall down his cheeks.

Peter felt as if his heart had stopped for a minute. No, this couldn't be happening; he just hoped it wasn't what he thought it might be.

Peters heart was beating hard through his chest as he ran upstairs and into the bedroom seeing Carla unconscious and on the floor in a pool of blood. He ran over to her grabbing hold of her hand and trying to wake her up.

"Carla, it's me baby, can you hear me?" He said, trying not to cry "please wake up for me, open your eyes, squeeze my hand, anything, please Car"

Peter looked over to Simon who was peering round the door

"Si, listen son, I need you to run as fast as you can to Grandma and Grandad's and get Grandad to come here and you stay with Grandma okay?"

"Okay dad, is Carla okay?"

"She'll be okay pal, she just needs to go to hospital so that the doctors can make her better okay?" Peter said, trying to hide the uncertainty in his voice.

"Okay" Simon said running out of the flat and towards Ken and Deirdre's.

Peter called an ambulance and sat down next to Carla. He couldn't help but cry at the sight of her clothes which were ripped and torn and the bruises starting to form round her wrists and dotted around her neck and chest. She had a bruise beginning to form across her cheek and the marks around her hairline where his nails had dug into her skin made Peter feel sick. He just hoped that the ambulance would be here soon. "Carla just hang in there baby, the ambulance will be here soon, you're going to be okay I promise you, I'm not going to let anything happen to you I love you"

Ken and Deirdre were sitting in their front room when suddenly there was a loud banging on the front door.

"I wonder who that could be" Ken said as he got up from his chair and went to answer the door. He was shocked to see Simon standing at the door in a state, his eyes red from crying

"Grandad you need to go to the flat something's wrong with Carla"

"What's happened?!" Ken asked worried,

"I went in from school and found her on the floor and she had her eyes closed and wouldn't wake up"

"Oh no" Ken muttered as he went in to get Deirdre

"What's going on?" Deirdre asked as she appeared from the kitchen

"I'm not sure" Ken replied, "something's happened to Carla I need to go round there, you stay here and look after Simon" Ken said grabbing his coat and running out the door towards Peter's flat.

"Peter!" He shouted as he ran up the stairs of the flat.

"In here". Ken followed Peter's voice into the bedroom where he was shocked to see Carla lying unconscious on the floor.

"Oh my god what happened?" Ken asked, crouching down next to Peter.

"I don't know Dad, I found her like this when I got home"

Ken was struggling to take in the scene before him, Carla was so pale, all colour had drained from her body and blood was surrounding her head

"Here, keep this pressed against her head it'll stop the bleeding" He said, passing Peter a blanket from the bed, "have you called an ambulance?"

"Yeah they're on their way. I'm gonna kill him dad, I'm gonna kill Frank Foster, he's done it again, he's.. he's raped her" Peter said, bursting into tears, leaning his head against Carla's unconscious body hoping that the ambulance would get here soon.