"Where is she?" Peter demands, jogging out of his car and going over to Robert who hadn't moved.
"She's round the corner." Robert announces. "But she's terrifed."
"I know, I'm the only one who understands how bad she is. Don't think I've forgotten what you done at the memorial." Peter glares before slowly looking round the corner and seeing Carla sat on the floor like a little girl.
"Oh..." he gasps, he's seen Carla at some of her most horrific times but this topped it off. "Carla?"
Her head whipped around immediately.
"No..." She whispered, moving further away as she'd done previously with Robert.
"It's me. It's Peter." He says softly. "I love you."
"Drink..." She murmurs, croakily. "You had a drink."
"Yes. Yes, I'm sorry but I wanted to see you so bad. I thought I lost you." He admits.
"No-No. You don't have to lie. Rana made you drink it right?" She nods.
"Carla, no." He shakes his head, sympathetically.
"She did." Carla nods quickly, she truly believed the things in her head and it worried her lover massively.
"Car, shall we go home?" He asks, gently.
"No. I don't have a home. I'm not safe anywhere."
"You're safe with me-..."
"I'm not safe with you. You got Alya you spy outside the house, you called the police on me, took me to Rana at her work so she could poison me there...I'm not going near you. Get away." She interrupts.
"Is everything okay here?" A female asks who was walking past at the time. She noticed Carla's current state and couldn't help but worry. "Are you hurting her?"
"Of course I'm not hurting her! I'm her boyfriend. I'm taking her home...not that it's any of your business." Peter snaps.
"Get away from me." Carla glares at the love of her life.
"Look, she's mentally ill. I'm trying to get her to the hospital." Peter mutters quietly, turning round and watching Carla look around her.
"Do you know Rana?" Carla asks her.
"Rana?" The female looks completely blank.
"She's sent you, hadn't she?" Carla stands up and leans against the wall, hesitantly.
"Can you leave us alone, please. You're making her more agitated." Peter says, then watching the lady walk away.
"Carla, you need to trust me. I love you." He adds, engaging eye contact with Carla.
"And I love you but...why are you doing this to me?" She cries in defeat.
"I'm not doing anything. I swear on Simon's life, I'm on your side."
"Did Robert send you?" She narrows her eyes, changing the subject.
"No." He lies. Peter knew Carla thought Robert was against her. And he understood in a way after what he done at the memorial but if Carla knew they exchanged contact, she'd have even more reason to believe Peter was against her too.
"Peter...I'm scared." She cries. A agnosing raw sob full of emotion escapes her lips.
"I know, baby. I'm going to help you. Will you let me help you?"
"Yeah." She sighs in fear. "They're trying to get to me. We need to go somewhere else."
"Where do you want to go?"
"Far away. Somewhere Rana doesn't know. Erm..."
"How about we go back to the street. Pack a bag and then we can go." He suggests but she shakes her head. "It'll be okay."
"N-No I cant go back to the street. They'll be watching me."
"I'll be by your side. I won't let anyone come and get you."
"Okay..." She whispers.
It had taken almost 2 hours to get Carla back to the street. She'd tried to run away again when they were walking back to Peter's taxi.
"No, no, no. You're going to get me in there and trap me." Carla panics.
"No I'm not, come on."
"No." She yells, running as fast as her feet could take her.
"Carla!" Peter shouts. He wasn't known to be a runner, he was anything but a runner but he had to get Carla before she ran out of sight again.
He couldn't loose her again.
He sprinted and caught her just in time.
She was running and was about to cross a road...a busy road where a lorry was on its way speeding past.
"Oh Carla...don't do that again." He breathes heavily, holding Carla to his chest.
He was driving whilst she was in the back of the car. As she looked around her surroundings suspiciously; she saw a newspaper someone had obviously left there.
She grabbed it fast, opening up to the crosswords page and scanning what was infront of her.
Peter looked in the mirror and saw her. He'd never seen her like this before and it genuinely petrified him. But he was even more afraid of when they got to the street. She would be erratic.
He pulled up and stopped the car.
"We're here, baby," He whispers.
"Peter...they're coming." She stutters.
"No they're not."
"Stop lying. You're part of them if you're lying. Please, tell me the truth."
"Carla, no one is coming."
"Let's go inside our house. Only my dad is there. Ken, you remember him right?" He adds.
"Ken. He was calling Rana." She says wide-eyed.
"No, he was calling me. You can sit in the bath if you want whilst I get you a change of clothes. How does that sound?"
"Yeah..." She whispers.
After getting Carla inside, Peter was so relieved that no one in the street had saw her. The last thing he wanted was more people she didn't feel comfortable with shouting at her.
"Is she in the bath?" Ken asks.
"Yeah. I don't know what to do, dad." Peter says. He was physically shaking and taking deep breaths. "I need a drink."
"Peter, no. No you don't. You're stronger than this." Ken reassures his son. "Be there for Carla now."
"It's not Carla though anymore is it? She's a shadow of her former self." He cries, failing to notice Carla who had creeped downstairs and started listening to their conversation.
"Well, you know what you need to do now, don't you?" Ken raises his eyebrows. "Call an ambulance."
"No, I'm not letting her go again."
"But she's ill, Peter. She needs urgent help before it's too late. She'll only get worse."
"Dad, they'll take her away from me. I won't see her again for ages. What if she doesn't come out again?" He replies as Carla stares in shock. Her eyes wide and glazed over.
No. He's planning on locking me up after all.
"You have to stop being selfish and think about her now." Ken tells him, sternly.
"What you think I'm thinking about me in this? I don't care about me. This is about Carla, she'll think she's trapped. That it's...I don't know...some sort of trick. What if she harms herself?"
Before Ken can respond, they hear the door slam.
"NO!" Peter yells. "She's gone!"
"I'll call the ambulance. Peter, get her before it's too late again!" Ken instructs.
Outside, Carla knocks on a familiar door and awaits an answer.
"Carla? Are you alright?"
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