A/N: This is a little insight to Carla Connor's background. I wrote it quite a while ago and I didn't plan on uploading it but since the revelation that Carla's brother will be joining Coronation Street I thought I'd share it with you. There isn't really a storyline to it, like I said, it's just an insight to her background because I'm personally fascinated with Carla and I would love to find out more about her past. Hopefully we'll find out more when her brother turns up! Anyway, I hope you enjoy and please be warned that it's rated M for a reason; there does contain subject matters that some may find disturbing.
Carla O'Brien may have only been 16 years old, but she had more than her fair share of problems. Growing up on the Tindley estate with her drug dealing mother Sharon, and her half brother Darren, wasn't easy. Especially when her useless drunk of a dad was around.
Carla was sat in her room staring out the window. There was a sad expression on her face as she looked at the depressing view before her. It was a dark miserable day. She could see some boys wearing grey hoodies whilst out on their bikes, riding around and tormenting the locals that walked past. As she turned her head to the right she could see a young woman being pinned against the wall by an old man. She watched as he leered and groped her whilst sticking a tenner down her bra. She shook her head. Then she looked to the left and she witnessed a car pull up and a young boy hand over a small package in exchange for money; she knew it would be drugs. She sighed as she walked from the window and sat on her bed.
"Welcome to my World." she muttered sadly to herself.
Sharon O'Brien was sat on the grubby sofa in the living room, smoking a cigarette whilst talking to her sister-in-law, Barbara. She was telling her about the call she had received from Darren's teacher this morning.
"I said to him, I know our Darren's a little bastard but he takes after his dad ya see. I said ya can't blame me if he's causing trouble at school, it's nout to do with me. He said, if he continues to be a nuisance then they'd have to suspend 'im. I went flamin' mad. I said you kept phoning me about his flamin' attendance not being good enough, now I've got 'im to turn up ya wanna suspend 'im?! I said yer 'avin' a laugh, ain't ya?" She dubbed her cigarette in the overflowing ash tray, and as she went to speak again she noticed her daughter, Carla, walk through the door.
"Y'alright, love?" She asked.
"Like you give a toss." Carla spat as she flopped down on to the sofa next to her aunt Barbara.
"'Ey, less of the attitude missy." Her mother replied with a threatening glare.
Carla ran her hand through her hair before turning to stare at her mother, "Mum, 'ave ya got any ciggies?" she asked hopefully.
"Oh 'ere." her mother said whilst throwing one of her cigarettes over to her daughter.
"Ta." Carla mumbled as she sparked up the fag that was hanging out of her mouth. She took a long drag before exhaling the intoxicating smoke. "What was ya sayin' bout our Darren?" she quizzed.
"Oh yer bloody head teacher phoned up saying he'd been playin' up again."
"Oh, what's he done now?"
"Apparently, him and some lads stole a load of condoms from the sex ed class and was using them as water ballons."
Carla and Barbara turned to stare at each other before letting out a dirty chuckle. "Oh, typical Darren. He's such a flamin' idiot." Carla stated before taking another drag of her fag.
Carla quickly turned her head as she heard a knock at the door.
"Darren," Sharon shouted. "Get the door!"
There was a loud noise as Darren ran down the stairs to do as his mother requested.
"Carla, yer lover boy's 'ere to see ya." He shouted back.
A feeling of excitement overcame her as she jumped up from the sofa and walked to the front door, calling her brother a wanker and smacking him across the head as she passed him.
As she opened the front door, she smiled. "Hey, baby." she gushed as she stepped outside and planted a kiss on to her boyfriend's lips. "Come in."
She led him into the house and up to her bedroom, "Mum! Me an' Paul are going upstairs so stay out of me room!" she shouted out to her mother on the way up the stairs.
Paul Connor had short brown hair and dark brown eyes. He was very slim but also very muscled. He was twenty-two years old, six years older than Carla. She only knew him because she was best friends with his little sister, Michelle.
Carla loved the fact she was dating someone older, even if it was her best friend's brother. He had a car, and some money and was always taking her out and showing her off to his mates. The only down side to being with someone older was the sex. Despite her tough exterior, Carla was quite vulnerable underneath, and she didn't want to feel pressured in to giving up her virginity; an alien concept to the likes of Paul.
After entering her bedroom, Paul closed the door behind them. He walked towards Carla grabbed a hold of her face and began to snog her. Their tongues danced around each other, both fighting for dominance. His hands grasped a hold of her waist and he pushed her towards the bed. As she led on the bed Paul climbed on top of her still kissing her deeply. Carla groaned quietly as she became aroused. She could feel Paul's hand wandering from her waist and up her top, groping her breast slightly before moving around to her back and unhooking her bra. He softly kissed along her jawline and gently sucked her neck. Then he started nibbling on her ear.
Carla shivered as she felt his warm breath against her skin. "Paul?" she whispered softly.
"Yeah, baby?" he replied whilst moving his hand down her body and resting it on her thigh. He continued to suck at her neck, brusing her skin as he left a trail of love bites.
Carla started to feel nervous as she felt his hand run up her thigh and disappear under her skirt. His fingers hooked over her underwear and started to pull at them. Carla felt her body tense up as the material from her knickers slid down her leg. "No Paul, stop." she quickly gasped as she tried to push Paul off of her. "I'm sorry, I can't do it." she told him desperately.
"Oh, don't be silly." Paul replied as he continued to remove her underwear.
"No, Paul." Carla said sternly, hoping he'd get the message.
Paul stopped and stared at her for a moment, then he sat up annoyed.
"Why are you such a frigid cow?" he spat nastily.
Carla looked at him, tears began to brim in her eyes. "Oh come on, don't be like that. Just because I'm not as easy as the other girls round ya."
"No?" Paul shouted at her, "You don't mind teasing me though, do ya?"
Carla raised her eyebrow at him, she was getting fed up of him sulking everytime he didn't get his wicked way with her. "Oh piss off." she retaliated. As she stood up Paul grabbed her by the throat and pushed her back on to the bed. "Don't you ever talk to me like that again, you vicious little bitch!" he spat through gritted teeth. Carla froze with fear. She'd never seen this side to him before; whenever she'd turned his advances down before he would just sulk for a bit, then he'd forget about it.. until the next time.
Paul was still led on top of her with his hands around her throat. He smirked down on her, as he saw how scared she was of him."Ya know, I could just fuck you right now." he threatened as his hand slipped down from her throat to explore her body.
Carla gulped, clearly terrified at what he might do to her. "Oh, and I wonder what 'Chelle will say, when she finds out her brother's a rapist, 'ey?" she said rather breathlessly.
Her words seemed to touch a nerve with Paul who quickly let her go. "'Ey, you what? I'm not a rapist." he paused for a moment before continuing. "Oh Carla, I'm sorry babe. Look, I didn't mean to scare ya it's just.. well, you can't keep leading me on then pushing me away."
"I haven't been leading you on?!" Carla exclaimed. "Paul, you have to respect me decision to not have sex, at least, not until I feel ready, alright? And if you can't do that then, well then, it's about time me an' you finished in it?"
He quickly turned his head in her direction; they both stared at each other awkwardly, then Paul shook his head and stormed out of the room, slamming the door shut behind him.
Carla let out a deep sigh before collapsing back on to her bed.
A whole week had passed with not so much as a text shared between Carla and Paul. She assumed that they were over, and as much as she wanted to be with Paul, she refused to be the one to do the chasing. He'd only accuse her of leading him on if she did.
"'Ey, what's going on with you an' our Paul?" Michelle quizzed her best friend as they walked down the street sharing a bag of chips. "He's been in a right strop all week, miserable sod."
Carla gazed at her friend sadly, then turned away. "I don't know, 'Chelle. I ant spoken to 'im for a week." she revealed.
Michelle looked confused, "Why not? Oh, what's he done now?" she asked after seeing Carla's face grimace slightly.
"Oh, he 'aven't done out. Just leave it will ya!" Carla shouted defensively. She hardly thought it appropriate to talk to Paul's little sister about his sexual frustrations.
"Alright, I was only asking. Jeehz." Michelle snapped back.
Carla felt a bit guilty for shouting, but she hated people prying in on her life. "No you weren't, you were poking ya nose in to me business, as flamin' usual."
Michelle understood why Carla was so defensive, she knew about her families dodgy dealings and was well aware of how scared Carla had once been when the social started sticking their noses in. But still, she was fed up of the constant ear bashing from her friend.
"You can be a right bitch sometimes Carla, ya know." Michelle informed her frustratingly.
"Yeah, yeah." Carla muttered, "I'm sorry, alright? Can we just talk bout sommit else, please?"
They were walking along the canal when they decided to stop and sit on the bench, still sharing a bag of chips between them.
"'Ey, you coming to this party tomorrow?" Michelle asked excitedly.
Carla looked confused, "What party?" she replied.
"Sam's having a house party. Didn't ya know?"
"No, but I think I might tag along anyroad. Got nout else to do, 'ave I." Carla said.
"Alright, but our Paul's gonna be there an' all." Michelle revealed.
Carla turned towards her and smiled, "That's not a problem."
Friday Night
Carla laughed as she watched her friend, Michelle, dance around her room, and singing in to her hairbrush.
They were in Carla's bedroom getting ready for Sam's house party.
"Like a virgin, touched for the very first time!" Michelle sang along to the track.
"'Ey, it's been a while since you were a virgin 'Chelle!" Carla joked.
Michelle's jaw dropped, "What on earth are you insinuating, Miss O'Brien?"
Carla got up from her bed and walked towards the window. She picked up the pack of cigarettes that were sat on the window sill and pulled a fag out. "Want one?" she offered whilst holding the pack up to Michelle.
"Nah, I'm good ta." Michelle said as she sat herself down on the bed.
Carla was stood in front of her full length mirror, taking a quick look at herself, she started pulling at the dress she was wearing; it was Michelle's, and Carla felt far too uncomfortable wearing it. "'Ey 'Chelle love, I don't think I can wear this. It's way too short."
Michelle rolled her eyes, "Carla, stop fussing will you! Ya look gorgeous in it."
Carla sighed, "Michelle, ya can see me flamin' arse it's that short! No, I 'ave to get changed."
Michelle opened her mouth to speak but before she had a chance to say anything her phone vibrated in her hand. She quickly scanned the message.
"It's too late hun, Dean's outside waiting. Come on!" she grabbed Carla's hand, ran out of the room, down the stairs and out of the house before Carla had a chance to protest.
Michelle jumped in to the front seat, she turned towards Dean and snogged him. Carla sat in the back cringing at the pair."Uh, get a room you two!" she scoffed sarcastically.
Michelle and Dean laughed at her remark, before driving off.
As they pulled up outside of Sam's house they could see the party was already in full swing; there were crowds of people gathered outside smoking and drinking.
Carla walked in to the house alone whilst Michelle and Dean drove around the corner to park the car. She wedged herself through the crowd of people, bottle of vodka in one hand and a fag in the other.
"Carla!" called a voice from the kitchen. Carla looked up to see who was calling her name, it was Sam.
"Oh, hiya." she replied with a small smile.
Sam walked up to Carla and wrapped her in a welcoming embrace, then he kissed her on the cheek. "You alright, love?" he asked.
"I'm fine, ta." Carla continued her walk to the kitchen, put her bottle of vodka on the counter, and then turned back around to see Sam and everyone else that was in the room.
As she scanned the room she spotted Paul sat in the corner. He was staring at her lustfully, and she could feel his eyes undressing her. She smiled nervously, then turned around and poured herself a shot of vodka.
After chucking back 5 shots of straight vodka, she quickly looked down at her waist as she felt two hands holding her. Assuming it was Paul, she turned around in order to talk to him but when she did she realised it wasn't actually Paul holding her. It was Sam.
"Oh, Sam. What ya doing?" Carla asked with slight confusion whilst removing his hands from her waist.
"Well, I'm trying to talk to the most beautiful girl in the room." Sam replied with a cheeky wink.
Carla smirked before retaliating, "Oh, and does this beautiful girl know that you're trying to chat me up, 'ey?"
Sam placed his hands back on to her waist, "I heard what happened between you an' Paul. Do ya know how jealous he'd be if he saw us together?"
Carla stared in to his eyes, trying to see what his intentions were. Before she had a chance to speak Sam moved closer and soon their lips were touching.
As soon as their lips parted, Sam took a hold of Carla's hand and led her out of the room. Her head was spinning as she glanced over to Paul. He had a look of rejection in his eyes as he watched Carla being led away by his so called mate.
They reached the bottom of the stairs when Carla pulled away, "Sam, I'm not going up there with you." she stated. "If you want someone to fuck over then ya can go pick up some other girl. I'm sure Suzie will be more than willing. But me? I ain't interested, darlin'."
"It's not what ya think." Sam said, "Look, there's something I need to show ya, but I can't show it 'ere."
Carla frowned at him, "Oh, I know what you wanna show me, love. Like I said, it ain't happening." she turned to walk away but Sam grabbed her arm.
"Carla, please." he pleaded with her.
Carla was now curious as to what it was that Sam so badly wanted her to see. She nodded slightly before following him up the stairs.