After the evening from hell Carla fell 'asleep' on the sofa and waited for Frank to go upstairs. As soon as she knew he was asleep she ran into the kitchen trying to be as quiet as possible to search for the keys she had seen earlier. She went over to the cutlery and moved everything slowly and as quietly as she could. She laid her hands on the keys and a rise of excitment waved through her! This was it, she was getting out! Carla legged it to the front door and as she passed the dining table she pushed the chair on the floor! Carlas world began to spin around her. She picked up the chair and quietly listened to see if she could hear Frank coming down stairs. Carla put the keys down her bra to keep them safe, just in case! She walked out of the kitchen and into the hallway. She turned to go into the living room to return back to the sofa but felt a presence behind her! Carla stopped in her tracks and turned ever so slowly to see who was behind her. She took a deep breath. Turned. And there was nothing! Carla came to the conclusion that she was just playing tricks on herself and that her mind was just running over time! Carla turned around to enter back into the living room and Frank was there. Standing in the doorway with a menasing look in his face. Carla jumped back a few feet scared out of her witt. Frank came onto her, pining her up against the wall. She could tell that it was going to happen again! His hands start to move up and down her body. Carla could feel Frank slowly taking her skirt off. She'd learned not to stuggle or fight him off as he just got even more rough with her! Frank started kissing her neck and were interupted by a loud banging on the door.
"Carla, it's Darren! You in there?" The loud, husky voice came from outside. Hopefully this would give her time to get out and escape!