Sequel to 'After the Heartbreak.'
End of 'After the Heartbreak.' – Carla's brother arrived at her birthday party!
This fic is set three months on; Ryan arrived back on the cobbles a couple of weeks ago and is causing trouble as he is on drugs. Carla and Rob have grown very close as a brother and sister, and Peter and Rob have a growing-friendship despite a rocky start. And for the sake of this fic, Cieran has returned, and he is back with Michelle.
Rob is living at Carla's old flat, along with Michelle and Ryan.
Ryan wandered into the Rovers, where Rob was sat having a drink and chatting to Eva.
"Hey Rob!" Ryan called.
"Alright Ryan?" Rob replied.
"Yeah I was just wondering if I could borrow your car later? I wanna go to a party, but I don't exactly want my Mum to drop-me off or pick-me up if you uh…..get my drift?" Ryan told Rob in confidence.
"Why, what are you gonna get-up to?" Rob asked suspiciously.
"Nothing….." Ryan trailed-off, but his lying skills were awful.
"Yeah right mate. And I don't think I want to let you borrow my car if you're gonna be completely off your face when you come home. Sorry mate but no. I can give you a lift there though if you want?" Rob offered.
"No way. No-one wants a looser like you to give them a lift to a party. Besides I've said that I'll give some of my mates a lift. Come-on Rob, I'll look after your car.
"Not a chance in hell mate." Rob responded simply. He wasn't allowing Ryan to borrow his car and that was final.
"Awrh that's out of order man!" Ryan said angrily before he then left the Rovers, a furious look on his face.
Carla wandered in as Ryan stormed-out and laughed as Rob looked-at her.
"What's-up with him?" Carla asked as she quietly-giggled.
"He wanted to borrow my car and I said no." Rob laughed. "Anyway how are you Sis?" He asked.
"Not Bad. Peter's working his socks-off in the Bookies so I've been left-alone for my lunch-break today.
Rob chuckled. "He's mad that boyfriend of yours Car. I mean, who works through their lunch-break?" He Joked.
"Yeah I sometimes wonder that myself Rob." Carla told him in reply.
Later that afternoon, Carla went to visit Peter in the bookies.
"Hiya Love." Peter said quickly whilst serving a customer as Carla entered the bookies. "Sorry about that mate. Better luck next time ey?" Peter told the man sympathetically as the disappointed-man walked-away.
"Oh just look at my man all hard at work." Carla teased him as he tidied some gambling slips away.
"Oh be quiet will you." Peter snapped at Carla.
"Well I'm sorry for having a sense of humour!" Carla back-chatted at him.
Peter sighed. "Oh I'm sorry love. I'm just tired that's all. It's been a busy old day." He told Carla as he took a-hold of her hand from over the counter.
"Yeah well maybe you should close-up early ey?" Carla suggested to Peter softly.
"No Love I can't do that." Peter said as 2 more customers entered the Bookies. One of them being Cieran. "Look, I'm up to me ears with customers today. You were lucky you got this conversation with me alright? Peter told Carla, softly but calmly.
"Alright. I'll cya later then yeah? Hopefully you won't be so stressed-out by then!" Carla responded before she then left the Bookies, leaving Peter to get on with his work and serve the waiting customers.
Back at Rob's flat, Ryan was stood-outside eyeing-up Rob's Car.
"You're not borrowing it mate!" Rob told Ryan as he arrived home from the Rovers Return.
"Oh come-on mate! I'm not gonna wreck your car." Ryan slurred aggressively.
"Ry. Have you taken something? Something illegal?" Rob asked.
"No. What're you on 'bout mate?" Ryan argued-back.
"Oh Really? Because I'd recognise the smell of your breath from miles-off. And it ain't pretty so I suggest you stop taking whatever you're taking, because it'll be the end of ya mate!" Rob warned Ryan.
"Just shut-up will you!" Ryan shouted. "Anyway. I've already got ya keys off the rack. That was a bit stupid weren't it…..Mmmate!" He continued.
"You took my keys without permission?" Rob said in a raised-voice, fed-up of Ryan's attitude now.
"Yeah that's right. And I'm gonna take your car without permission too!" Ryan told Rob as she unlocked the car.
As Ryan went to get in the car, Rob charged towards him and pinned-him-up against the wall.
"You're not going ANYWHERE in my car. And especially not whilst you're in this state. Do you hear me?" Rob told Ryan furiously.
"GET-OFF-OF ME!" Ryan shouted as he shoved Rob backwards and then made a quick dart for the car. Getting into the drivers' seat, locking the doors, and then starting the engine.
Rob dashed around the front of the car, and stood about a metre away from the bonnet so that Ryan was prevented from driving anywhere in the car. But it didn't work. Ryan revved the engine three times, before heading the car straight towards Rob, and Rob was forced to dive out of the way before the car ran-him-over.
Rob felt a pain in his leg and so rolled his jeans-up to reveal that he had cut his knee whilst diving out of the way of Ryan. "He's a dead-man when I see him next…..IF he's not already dead that is….." Rob muttered to himself. There was nothing that he could do now.
Ryan raced the car through the streets of Weatherfield. Loud, Rap Music blaring out of the windows as he continuously skipped red-lights, over-took cars, and dodged anything or anyone who got in his way.
He drove the car erratically through Coronation Street. Beeping his horn as he swerved through the streets. Norris sent gossip flying round the Kabin as he watched the car speed-off, but everything soon came to a holt as the screeching of car breaks was heard, followed by an almighty crash.
"Oh my goodness. What was that noise?" Rita asked Norris as they headed-out onto the Street together to try and find-out what had happened that had cause the humungous noise to sound.
"RITA. NORRIS. OVER HERE!" Karl Called. Ryan's car had crashed into the Bookies, knocking-someone-over, and trapping Cieran amongst the mess.
"Karl. What an earth has happened?" Rita asked.
"I don't know just get Carla for me will ya?" Karl commanded Rita, but she didn't have too. Carla had been upstairs in the flat and had just rushed-down to see what all the fuss was about.
"What the hell has just happened?" Carla asked as she emerged from the flat, and was shocked to find a car crashed into the Bookies.
"That's Rob's Car. And Peter was in there!" She said in a panic as crowds of residents from the Street started to gather-around, including Rob and Michelle. Rob had rushed-off to get Michelle when Ryan had darted-off with his car.
"Carla!" Rob called.
"ROB! Oh thank-goodness you're safe! But who's been driving your car?" Carla asked in floods of tears as she hugged her older-brother.
Rob sighed sadly. "Ryan….." Rob trailed-off and Michelle screamed from behind the pair of them as she over-heard the conversation taking place between the brother and sister.
"Oh 'Chelle. I'm sure he'll be okay." Rob said as he put his arm around Michelle.
"Oh I flamin' well hope so Rob!" Michelle cried.
"Has someone called an ambulance?" Carla called around as she worried about Peter, and why he hadn't rung-her or escaped from the rubble yet?
"I'm sure someone has." Rob replied and as he did, Ryan emerged from the mess with a scratch on his head and his clothes all dusty from all of the mess.
"Ryan?" Michelle questioned. "Oh my gosh you're safe!"
"Where's Peter? ROB. Where's Peter?" Carla asked in a panic, but she got no response as Rob grabbed hold of Ryan and dragged-him away before Michelle had the chance to realise that he had been high on drugs.
Cieran hobbled out of the wreck and spotted Carla and Michelle. "Carla. Peter's in there. The car hit-him. He's in a bad-way. I'm really sorry sweetheart." Cieran broke the sad-news to Carla breathlessly as he was hugged by Michelle.
"Well why didn't you help him?" Carla screamed at Cieran.
"I tried Carla I promise you. But Karl won't let me. The fire-engines and the ambulances are on their way. I'm sure he'll be fine." Cieran tried to re-assure Carla, but it was way too late for that. Carla went running into the crash-site that was the Bookies and found an unconscious Peter lying amongst the collapsing building.
"Peter. Baby. I love you." Carla cried as she gripped onto his hand for dear-life as the three emergency services all began to arrive at the crash-site.
Woah. Dramatic opening! But it's how I wanted it to be. It's the story to come that's the important bit! Please-Review! And keep reading! :)