A bit random to start a story that happened back in 2011 but on corrie right now, they're focusing on mental health and bottling it up so I decided to write a FanFiction based on Carlas rape and how she copes. This will be different to what was shown on tv and their will be warnings on mental health such as self harming but I'll let you know on that chapter if it involves issues. If you feel alone or depressed please talk to someone please xo (p.s downfall will be updated soon)

Carlas PoV:

The minute he had pushed me against that door with so much force I knew what was happening. I thought I was going to die.

He gave a look and all I saw in his eyes was pure hatred. He pinned my wrists so harshly and started kissing me.

The kiss wasn't like a kiss though. He applied so much pressure so when I tried to move my face to the side, he held my neck in place so he could get his tongue and saliva all in my mouth. I felt physically sick.

I was mumbling to the best of my ability telling him to stop. "Stop frank. Stop. Please"

But he wouldn't listen.

Then, he pushed me to the floor. It hurt so bad but I didn't care the slightest. I tried crawling away but he grabbed my ankle and pushed me onto my back.

He held my wrists above my head with one hand whilst the other ripped at my clothing; ripping my blouse so my black bra underneath was on show. His legs were either side of me and I 100% knew what was about to take place.

Suddenly he let go of my wrists to undo his trousers but basically sat on me so I was stuck still. Then that's when the real horror occurred.

"Frank no"

"Get off"

"I said no"

The pain was like nothing I've ever experienced. It left me speechless and I was unable to cry for help all of a sudden. I just silently sobbed and hoped I'd die soon.

15 minutes later. 15 minutes it took him.

He lent against the door once he finished, doing up the zipper to his trousers and looking down on my as if I was just some trash.

"It was your fault. You made me do it" he muttered.

"Carla?"

Then he ran off and left me, I was thankful for that though.

The pain going through my body was extremely bad and with all I had I pushed myself up from the floor where I lay curled up in a ball to lock the door.

I went back into the floor and just stared into the distance. I've been raped.

The tears flowing from my stinging eyes was like a waterfall and I couldn't control them.

They just kept going and going.

What do I even do now?

I grabbed my phone; wincing at the pain it caused to do so. And scrolled through my contacts to find someone. Anyone.

I came across Maria's name but thought she wouldn't believe me, I didn't believe her so why'd she help? Michelle, she's gone off and wouldn't come back for me.

Peter. Leanne would kill him if he helped me. Well, that's if he even did help me. I don't even know if he loves me to be honest.

I have no one. Whatever happens in life they all go anyway and I'm alone.

I'm unloved, nothing.

Taking me a while, I manage to pull myself up and slowly walk towards the bathroom.

I instantly turn the hot tap on and fill up the bathtub. It's boiling so much there's steam above but I don't care.

I grab the bleach, pouring it into the tub so my bathroom stinks. But I don't care.

I felt dirty. His hands have been all over me. I need it off. Get off.

I take the remains of my clothing off and take a glimpse at my body.

Already purple bruises were forming but I couldn't stand it anymore.

Before I know it I'm vomiting in the basin and sobbing heavily.

I get into the bath and wince at the temperature. It hurt so much yet it felt so good.

My skin turns into a bright red colour and looks like I've been severely sunburnt but that's the least of my worries.

I sigh, closing my eyes and think.

It would be the easy way out right now to just end it all.

To drown? Take it pills? Cutting myself to death ? Hmm. I bet no one would even notice.

It felt like days when I actually got out the bath...but in reality it was only an hour.

I cry in pain as I lift my body out the tub and I wrap my hand round my stomach as it starts hurting.

I look down at my wrists to notice finger print marks and dents.

My thigh.

Has finger prints on going up to my groin and I think I'm going to throw up again.

A sob escapes my lips and before I know it I cannot stop.

I cry for myself.

I cry for my weakness.

I cry for ever meeting frank.

I cry for my love of peter.

I cry for liam.

I cry for getting everything so so wrong.

Wrapping a towel round my self I slowly go into the bedroom and pick out a brown tracksuit to wear and I tie my hair in a messy poneytail.

I sit on the edge of the bed as being a hand to my mouth.

I stare in shock whilst tears slide down my cheeks and silently weep heavily.

When I go into the main living area, I jump out of my skin.

He was there.

Making a coffee, a takeaway bag on the table and humming a stupid song to himself.

As if nothing ever happened.

I continue to breath deeply and stare whilst tears as sti erupting silently and I watch him intently.

He turns round with a big smile on his face.

This sickened me.

"I've made you a coffee" he smiles.

"What do you think you're doing" I whisper.

"This is our flat? I know it's tradition to have the wife and groom separate but since when have we ever been traditional eh?" He laughs.

"Have you got amesia? I want you to get out" I say firmly but it comes out as a quiet mumble Becuase it was terrified, he stepped closer to me and I immediately wrap my arms round myself.

"Oo they look sore" He inspects my arms and I frown at him angrily.

He glides his finger gently on my wrist and as his skin comes to contact with my I wince and move to the corner of the room.

"Go!" I cry.

"Carla? I know I said we weren't traditional but pretending to be scared of me in a bit far"

"You r-raped me..." I mutter in disbelief.

"Oh Carla you can't be coming up with these accusations" he shakes his head.

"YOU RAPED ME!" I suddenly scream getting this energy out of no where.

I walk to the door and open it.

I shiver as I think of what had only happened a few hours previous.

He walks to the door hesitantly and just stares at me for a moment. I look to the floor, I'm shaking with fear and I tense.

"You say a word to anyone about this. You'll regret it" he tells me scarily in a deep voice.

"Anyway bye" he grabs my face harshly and kisses me but I move my head away so it lands on my cheek.

He walks out and I slam that door shut faster than ever before.

I slide down it, my high heels and frantic still remaining and I curl myself into a ball.

Carla Connor was never weak.

She was strong, powerful.

She never let men control her or tell her what to do anymore.

But she wasn't Carla Connor anymore.

She was a vulnerable little girl again just like she was when she was younger.

Everything has changed.