Hypothesis

Multichapter / Carla's time in L.A

Switches from Carla to Peter.

As the vulnerable and frail woman walked out of the corridor, her black mane tumbling behind her, wearily trudging her suitcase alongside her, she squinted her eyes as she heard her name being called out. She searched the huge reception with her emerald orbs, to lock eyes with a woman waving her arms in a frenzy, calling her childhood's friends name with her unique mix of English and American accent, confirming that the woman was Suzie, Carla's childhood friend.

The woman rushed up to meet her, her black locks in a state, looking like it needed a once over with a comb. Or twice, depending on your definition of looking okay.

Carla immediately dropped her suitcase as Suzie approached her, pulling the frail woman into her arms, who immediately started crying onto the woman's shoulder, as an overwhelming mix of feelings came over Carla.

"Hey you daft mare, your making my top all soggy!"

"Sorry," Carla mumbled, immediately lifting her head off Suzie's shoulder.

Looking at Suzie's face, she saw a jokey expression etched on her flawed features, mixed with worry and confusion, though comforting all the same.

"Oi you, well it looks like it needed a wash anyroad," Carla smirked.

Carla pulled her suitcase handles up with a sigh, before walking towards the receptions airport, beckoning for Suzie to follow her.

As Leanne exited the bookies, Peter let out an tired sigh, melting into the leather seat in the back room of the bookies. He allowed himself to feel the disappointment which was building up in him since yesterday afternoon, feeling his heart sink after Ciaran had spoken to Peter about Carla's sudden an unexpected flee to L.A.

Peter had thought Carla was okay after their brief encounter the day he returned from Cornwall with his family, though obviously she wasn't.

A façade was all it was, her sarcastic interest in their life, just wanting to make excuses and leave.

Peter couldn't blame Carla of course, it's not like she wanted to hear of his and Leanne's "Early nights", emphasising that they were back on track after their rough patch.

His pretence of feeling happy and content went undiscovered by Carla, who could usually see through Peter, but unbeknown to her, Peter was keeping up a façade, just like Carla.

As he heard the door of the bookies slam shut, and Leanne's ramblings on about her visit to the doctor, Peter let out a sigh, preparing himself to keep his loving father and husband façade running smooth, until he could actually have some time to himself and reflect properly on his sadness and disappointment at the absence of Carla.

"Welcome to Lake Cambrido!" Suzie announced, as she pulled into a large mansion-like building, grinning as she saw Carla's amazed expression on her face.

"Wow," Carla smiled, knowing she would enjoy the benefits of her break, hoping that the haven she was in would chase away the demons left by Frank.

If only being away from Weatherfield could manage such a task, but the scars too deep to mend.

First chapter, hope you've enjoyed! I may post shorter chapters (Though I do realise this chapter is short!) but I will at least post two a day, as my life is pretty hectic at the moment.

Thank you for reading, and reviews appreciated.

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