Hi guys, this is a new fandom for me to write for but I have become slightly (a lot) obsessed with Carla Connor :) so I am hoping to write a story or 2
So I hope you guys like this story! It begins during Carla and Frank's engagement party with his parents but will not be following the storyline very well (main events will be included but probably altered).
This is rated M for mature themes, violence and abuse in later chapters, if this upsets or offends please avoid this story
As always, I own nothing and please review :D
Peter watched her face from his place at the bar. She was already on her 3rd glass of Shiraz and looking uncomfortable at the conversation. Her eyes met his and quickly looked away again.
Carla was sat at the table smile awkwardly and trying to keep up with the conversation around her. She felt trapped, her life being planned around her by the man she didn't want to marry and his eager parents. She saw Peter watching her from the bar and promptly tried to join the conversation again, something about country houses. She took a large sip of wine as Frank's mother began to talk about travel cots; she wished she were anywhere but there, her eyes shifting around uncomfortably as she held her tongue.
She heard Frank reply beside her 'Be careful what you wish for Mum' and watched horrified and his parents gleeful exchange, his mother exclaiming about how she knew it was all moving a bit fast. Carla froze, completely shocked and appalled at the turn of events, he knew, he knew she didn't want to keep it, the baby growing inside her. She felt claustrophobic and sick, her stomach churning at the 3 faces staring expectantly at her in glee. She mumbled an apology and rushed out of her seat, away from the situation, away from them.
Peter looked up worriedly as Carla rushed past him and Leanne in their seats at the bar. Sneaking a glance at his wife who was too busy ranting about something he had missed to have noticed the dark haired woman pass, he stopped her mid-flow, 'Lea love, just popping to the gents,' and stalked off in the same direction Carla had gone. He hovered outside the toilets, unsure whether to go in but remembered her paleness from earlier and opened the door slowly. She was stood braced against the sinks, head bowed and completely unaware of his entrance. As the door shut quietly she looked up at him in the mirror, swinging round angrily as she recognized who it was.
'This is the ladies in case you hadn't noticed,' she retorted in a warning voice.
'Carla, I just wanted to make sure you were OK, you rushed out pretty quick' he replied, standing his ground but keeping his voice calm and gentle.
'Well I am so get out… Ugh can't you take the hint? GO AWAY, go back to little old wifey sat at the bar by herself, don't want her coming to see what's keeping you do we?' came the frustrated reply. 'Not now,not now Peter just go away and get on with your own life, I cant keep this up much longer,' she thought to herself as she turned to look in the mirror once more.
The movement threw her stomach and she rushed into a cubicle, hand over her mouth and retched into the toilet. She froze at the feeling of his hands on her back, trying to comfort her. Pushing him away she spat 'Just piss off,' and moved to shut the toilet door, pushing him out of her way.
A/N: So there's the first part, it's short I know but just a starter chap so hopefully the rest will be a bit longer for you to get your teeth into :) let me know what you think x