She was here again. Sat, legs dangling precariously over the edge of the quarry, bottle of vodka nestled in her lap. This had become a weekly occurrence nowadays. Since Michelle had gone on the cruise with Ceiran and Frank had.. well.. Frank. She picked up a stone as his face misted back into her thoughts, hurling it down gthe cliff. Swigging the bottle and standing up, breathing death and swaying. She loved the feeling of being near death. She used to hate being near the edge when she was younger, the pull of the fall threatening to send her over. She didn't care now, the pull didn't frighten her anymore. It excited her. The peace it would bring. The quiet.g
She hated herself for being so selfish. Although not many people would miss her on the cobbles, those that would she couldn't leave. Roy, Michelle, Ryan. She couldn't hurt them anymore. The tears were threatening to fall from her closed eyes, as she thought of them, what they were doing. She doubted they were aware she was doing it again. Michelle wasn't even aware of what Frank did to her. What he was still doing to her, even after he moved away. Trembling she staggered back to the car, finding refuge from the icy wind.
She cursed herself for her weakness. Frank was gone but she kept him with her, refused to forget. Rolling up her sleeves, she traced her fingers delicately over the few red lines she had etched there days ago. She knew it was wrong, as she did when she was fifteen, but it brought her the same comfort it did back then. Relief. However brief.
Carla fumbled with the keys in the lock, eyes darting anxiously around to detect movement in the shadows. Skimming through the door, she let herself relax again, switching the music on softly and pmicking up the bottles off the carpet and placing them in the bin. The walk back home had sobered her thoughts, making her thankful to have left the car at the cliff edge. The last bottle clattered into the bin when Carla's eye caught the new bottle on the side, that she didn't put there this morning. She was sure she'd finished all the alcohol in the house earlier, the fact that prompted her to go out and buy the vodka.
Once again on high alert, she scanned the flat, freezing noticing the familiar coat draped carelessly over the couch. On hearing the toilet flush, Carla hurriedly crouched behind the couch, closing her eyes in an attempt to slow her racing heart beat. Footsteps seemed to echo from the bathroom, and Carla gagged silently as his voicemocked : "Carla darling I heard you come home. Come out, I want to see you. I've missed" He laughed, his throaty cackle filling Carla's head, causing her to cower. She reached for her phone, to text Michelle.
Scolding herself silently for almost ruining Michelle's trip, she stood up quickly, shaking slightly. Franks eyes met hers and his grin made her feel sick. He ascended on her, making her step back. He grinned further, enjoying the effect he was having on the smaller woman. "What do you want" Carla forced herself to sound unafraid. Frank didn't seem fazed however, as she took another stride towards her. "Oh Carla." He sighed shaking his head at her. "Can't I have some quality time with my wife?" Her back touch he wall behind her as he slowly continued to close the gap between them. "You are NOT my husband" Carla raised her voice slightly.
"Oh but I am" he stated calmly, gripping her wrists tightly. She could feel his hot breath against her cheek as he spoke in a whisper. "Do you know what happens to little girls who disobey their husbands and make up viscous lies?". Carla trembled now, trapped under Frank. She tried to remove his hand but it only tightened. "I'm not scared of you anymore" Carla refused to let Frank see what he had done to her. What he had reduced her to.
Frank was staring at Carla, his eyes dark, scanning her figure. Eyes landing on her arms, she grimaced, hoping he hadn't noticed. He breathed out slowly, the smile returning to his face momentarily. "Carla, to be honest I didn't have you down as the type. But seen as you love to hurt yourself so much, I might be able to help yogu". Franks eyes peirced into Carla's, causing her to look away. He let go of her hand and turned away. Carla almost breathed a sigh of relief, when his fist collided with her eye, knocking her into the dresser. The corner caught her cheek splitting it open.
Frank descended onto her again, his fist against her face again. Carla tried to cover her face with her arms which only agrivated him more. A kick to the ribs was enough for black spots to appear in her vision. Slipping out of consciousness, all Carla could register was the pain radiating from her whole body.