Before she knew it she found herself running towards Michelle's flat. She didn't know what she was going to do or say when she got there, she just needed to get away from Frank, asap!

Before long she had found herself at Michelle's flat, banging on the door. She was stood there, tears streaming down her face, in her pyjamas, no makeup or shoes on. She hadn't realised until she stood on a sharp stone, but she carried on anyway. She just knew she needed to get to Michelle's flat straight away, she knew Frank wouldn't be too far behind her.

Michelle mustn't have heard her. So she banged on the door again with her good arm, this time louder. Hoping and praying Michelle would answer.

Michelle heard and came running down the stairs. She wondered who would be trying to get hold of her at this time of night, she looked at her watch. Two am it read. She sighed and opened the door, expecting to find a drunken one of Steve's mates looking for him. She opened the door to find Carla stood there. Crying her eyes out, clutching her arm to her chest.

"Carla?" Michelle asked concerned. "Carla, what's happened?" she continued.

Michelle stood there staring at Carla, her best friend. She had never seen her in this state ever before. Not even when Paul or Liam died, or when Tony tried to kill her. She looks awful, Michelle thought to herself. Without hesitation she helped Carla inside, helping her up the stairs and into the upstairs living room of the pub, herself and Steve shared.

Michelle asked again, "Carla, darling please tell me what's happened?" she pleaded with her.

"i-i-I" Carla stuttered.

"Come on, you know you can tell me anything Carla, I can't help you unless you tell me"

Carla hesitated for a moment. Its either now or never. She thought.

They sat in silence for five minutes, Carla was going over the words in her head, like a script. Its Frank, he's attacked me, and it's not the first time. She said to herself. Oh who am I kidding, I can't say it out loud, no one will believe me. All they see is the nice, caring Frank who has been looking over Carla who has been ill. She thought. But I need to tell someone, I can't go back after this, I wont go back. She continued, in her head.

She took a deep breath before attempting to speak. Michelle was watching her intently, trying to get any clues as to what had happened. Michelle sensed she was going to say something so she sat back a little, still watching her none the less.

Carla took another deep breath before speaking, this time, words came out.

"I-It's Frank…" she started with. This made Michelle even more worried, Carla just stared at the floor.

"Why, what's he done Car? Is he okay?" Michelle quizzed, thinking Frank might be injured or something.

"He' fine!" Carla responded quickly and angrily. She didn't know why she was angry with Michelle, she wasn't the one who had attacked her.

"Then what is it Carla, what's wrong? Have you both had another silly little argument?" Michelle asked, folding her arms and rolling her eyes. Michelle could instantly see the tears starting to form in Carla's eyes, once again. "oh look I'm sorry Car, I was only joking babe." Michelle said, hugging Carla. She felt her flinch at the contact with another human being, and it broke her heart. This man must have done something pretty bad.

Michelle just looked at Carla, urging for her to go on.