WARNING: CONTAINS SELF HARM WHICH MAY TRIGGER OF UPSET READERS.

*after the first few lines i start writing for authors point of view instead of Carlas just to be aware! (I didn't want to re- write it all, apoglises!) xx and Carla hasn't been band from driving previously in this.

Carlas PoV:

The next morning comes along too slowly. I guess that was because I didn't sleep at all at night.

The sound of car doors opening and shutting outside made me jump out of my skin. At 3:00am I thought frank was there and had to put the flat door chain on also and double check the locks.

I felt physically sick when I thought about what happened against that door.

But I couldn't spend my day thinking about it, I needed something to focus on; to get my mind of everything.

No one could know.

I have a shower, scrubbing at my skin viciously and then put in some black jeans paired with a oversized black jumper to cover up the black and blue bruises that coated my skin.

After applying my makeup, I put my killer heels on and leave to go to the factory.

Time to put on this front.

Pulling up in front of the factory I plant a smile on my face and get out my car.

"Morning Mrs C!" Sally shouts happily, startling me.

"Are you trying to make me deaf or what?" I gasp.

"Sorry Mrs Connor...everything alright?"

"Everything would be alright if you actually got on with some work. Come on, chop chop!" Clapping my hands harshly.

"You've just let us in and in actual fact you're 30 minutes late. Oh sorry, 31 minutes"

"Pff I haven't got the energy for this" she snaps. "Come on shift yourselves!"

"Why's she in such a mood!" Sean whines.

"Must be something to do with her and frank..." fiz sighs. "I hope she's alright"

"Carla? She's tough as old boots." Sean smiles.

If only that was true.

Hours later the factory workers lunch break is coming up.

"Guys if this order isn't finished in half an hour you can forget having your lunch! In fact, you can forget having job here after today because you'll all be sacked! Got it?" Carla shouts.

"Mrs Foste-...connor...you did let us in 31 minutes late" Sally objects.

"I don't care Sal, I mean it" She replies sternly.

"Oh what's going on here? This time of the month car?" the one and only frank snipes walking into the factory with an...innocent grin.

"Oo seconds up" Julie mutters.

"Hello Mr foster!" Sally smiles.

"Sally." Frank waves. "Can we go in the office Carla?"

"No" Carla says; wide-eyed in fear.

"Go on your lunch break guys" frank tells the work force as they quickly grab their bags and scurry off immediately.

"No...no" Carla mumbles with emotion laced into her voice.

"I only wanted to talk" frank shrugs.

"However...actions speak louder than words" he whispers putting hair behind her ear flirtatiously.

"You shouldn't be anywhere near me!" She screams hitting his hand from her face.

He grabs her wrist suddenly, pushing her up against the wall and holding her there hardly.

"Carla" he whispers so she can feel his breath on her face.

"Please" She replies quietly as tears stream down her face.

"You need to really pull yourself together. I know you don't love me, I get that now. I'm over it. But this little game you're playing needs to stop. Otherwise they'll be consequences" he plays with her hair with one hand at the other golds her wrists firmly in place above her head.

"No"

"No what? You do love me?" He grins spitefully.

"Don't...d-do it. Don't you dare"

"Do what? This?" He grabs her jaw and kisses her hardly on the lips so she can't move away.

Then after kissing her he stares at her heavy breathing and devestated face and laughs.

A proper wicked laugh.

Then just leaves.

Carla gives her trying to contain her cries and instead lets them free so that they roll down her face.

She jogs to the main factory doors and locks them before sliding down the door sobbing.

20 minutes later there's a knock.

"Carla? Carla? Are you in there? It's Sally." She shouts.

Carla drags herself up and walks back into her office.

Slumping down on her office chair she grabs the sissors that had obviously been left around when cutting material or something and just holds them.

Staring at them she lets tears still silently roll down her face.

She thinking think they would ever stop.

Ever.

Opening the sissors so that the blade was fully out she harshly drags in across her wrist a few times until blood seeps through.

Immediately the satisfaction floods in.

Yeah, maybe it did hurt but it was some kind of odd relief.

The pain was a way of making frank escape her mind.

The pain felt good some how...it was like getting drunk without a hangover.

A cure.

A satfication.

She found this oddly satisfying.

Doing it more she realises their is a fair amount of blood and more knocking on the outside doors.

She walks up swiftly, feeling a little light headed due to the blood loss and walks over to the bathroom for some tissue.

Wiping her arms she winces and pulls her sleeve down.

Carla looks up in the mirror and stars at the dark circles underneath her eyes, the pain evident on her face; mentally and physically.

She knew her life was a mess, she knew the longer she avoided telling anyone...the worse it would get.

Why did she have to be like this?

Frank had now officially destroyed her and Carla didn't see anything being 'normal' again.

What was the point.