Sorry guys, I said that Peter was 15 in the previous chapter. - He's 17. Both him and Carla are. My bad. Oh and I apologise if updates are particularly slow at the moment, my laptop is broken which means I'm having to update from my iPad and it takes forever!

A week or so later and Peter still hadn't been back home or back at college for that matter. Infact, he had spent most of the time just moping around in Carla's bedroom, led in her bed whilst she was at college. Carla was stood infront of the mirror that morning doing her make-up whilst Peter was awake, but still in bed.

"Why don't ya come into college with me today?!" Carla gently suggested to her grieving boyfriend.

"I've told ya I'm not ready. No way!" Peter snapped at her grumpily as he pulled the duvet covers right over himself and shut his eyes firmly. Carla just sighed, she was just starting to get fed-up of Peter's moods now. He was grieving, and she understood that, but that gave him no right to snap at her like he just had done, and like he had done for the past week or so now. Choosing to ignore his mood, she went and sat on the edge of the bed, facing him as she did so.

"It might do ya some good to get out of the house Baby." Carla told him softly.

"What?! And have everyone shoot me sympathetic looks and say how it's quiet without Susan around anymore?! No thank you." Peter replied-to Carla rather firmly.

"They're just trying to be nice Peter. Anyway, I'm going to college, try not to fall out with my Mum...She's home all day..." Carla trailed off, kissing Peter on the cheek before disappearing.

A little while later at college, Carla met up with her best friend Michelle.

"How is Peter doing?!" Michelle asked as they sat in the classroom together.

"Not so good. He barely gets out of bed unless he's hungry or something like that...I'm really worried about him Michelle. And he's been dead grumpy this week aswell." Carla replied, confiding in her best friend.

"Well he has just lost his twin sister Car, ya can hardly blame him!" Michelle told her thoughtfully.

"I know I know. And I get that. I really do. And I'm trying to be gentle with him, but there's only so much longer I can keep up this nice act for." Carla said. "When's the funeral?!" Michelle asked.

"Next week. He's gonna have to get out of bed for that...I know he's angry, but the funeral is one of his only chances to start to move on with his life...I've left him at home with my Mum today...Cor I hope she doesn't bother him...Oh no 'Chelke what if they fall out and she ends up kicking him out?!" Carla panicked. Michelle rested her hand against Carla's nearest shoulder.

"Carla, that's not gonna happen. Now listen to me, it's probably doing Peter some good to have some time to himself. He'll just be thinking things through, trying to make some sense of what's happened to his at twin sister."

"I suppose so...Thanks for putting up with me Michelle." Carla replied and Michelle just smiled at her in reply.

Back over at the Donovan's, Peter had made his way downstairs and was now getting something to eat from the kitchen. Carla's Mum made her way through, she was surprisingly sober as she watched a busy Peter from the doorway, until he caught eye contact with her.

"What dya want?!" Peter asked her a little bluntly.

"It'll do ya no good lad. Moping around like this." The Woman told him really quite sternly in a thick Manchester Accent.

"My twin is dead. I'm hardly moping." Peter replied, defending himself.

"No need to be so rude!" Carla's Mother warned him.

"Rude?! No, this is grief. This ain't rude. Anyway, you can hardly talk, you're the one who gets herself drunk all day every day!" Peter argued back-at the Woman.

"It takes the pain away." She told him.

"Your pain maybe. But Not Carla's." He replied.

"I bet you wish you could take some of your pain away Lad..." She said.

"Well...Yeah..." He trailed off.

"Come and have a drink with me..."

"You've got a drink problem!"

"Yeah, and so in this case, sharing's caring. You're caring for me in that you're drinking some of the booze for me, so I won't get quite so bladdered as usual. And I'm caring for you 'cos you'll be able to forget all of your troubles for a little while. So what dya say?!" She asked him.

"It's not as though I have much of a choice now is it?!..." He replied, following her into the living room as they opened some cans together...

Elsewhere, at Number One, Deirdre walked into the living room to find Ken sat at the table with some paperwork infront of him.

"What are ya doing Love?!" Deirdre asked him softly as she sat herself down next to him.

"Planning Suzan's funeral. Well, trying to anyway..." Ken sighed sadly.

"What's wrong?! Sorry stupid question..." Deirdre trailed off, feeling bad for her partner as she did so.

"No it's a perfectly sensible question. I need Peter here. He knew Suzan better than I ever did..." Ken told Deirdre truthfully.

"Well they were twins Love, of course he did." She replied.

"No it was more than that though, I've been a pretty pathetic Father to those two, even before their Mum died I was no good. But I should have never sent them to live in Scotland. That is and always will be the biggest regret of my life. I sometimes think that's if I'd have bothered with them more when they were grieving for their Mother then me and Suzan would never have fallen out and she wouldn't have stormed out and gotten run over..." Ken trailed off rather tearfully.

"Oh Love, ya can't blame yourself for what's happened." Deirdre tried to reassure him, placing a comforting hand onto his shoulder as she did-so.

"Yes I can." Ken cried. "Yes I can and I always will!"

Back-at Carla's House, Peter was now just beginning to get drunk, along with Carla's Mother, who was quite tipsy herself.

"Steady there Lad." The Woman told the boy.

"Says you!" Peter chuckled back-at her.

"Yeah but you're younger than me." She told him.

"I might be younger but I've got just as much troubles." He half slurred in response to heR.

"Your Twin Sister's Dead, it's time ya manned-up and moved-on Laddy!" Carla's Mother told Peter a little harshly.

"What did you just say?!" Peter asked her with a slur rather aggressively as he stood up in defence for himself and his a Twin Sister.

"Oh just sit down will ya Lad?! You're drunk and you're gonna fall over if you're not careful. Ya lightweight." The tipsy Woman told him as Peter wobbled around the place.

"Who cares?! Suzan was stupid enough to kill herself so why shouldn't I be?!" Peter drunkenly blurted out, but this was a sobering thought for Carla's Mother.

"Hang on, did you just say that Suzan killed herself?!" The Older Woman asked Peter.

"SHUT UP!" Peter shouted, realising what he had just revealed-to the Woman before drunkenly staggering upstairs to Carla's bedroom in quite a hurry.

A while later, and Carla arrived home from college.

"Hiya Mum, has Peter been down yet?!" Carla asked heR.

"Yeah he came and had a drink with me earlier." Her Mother replied.

"Peter let you have a drink?! Hang on, you let Peter have a drink?!" Carla asked, horrified.

"Yeah, dya know that boyfriend of yours reveals all sorts when he's drunk..." The Woman chuckled.

"This isn't funny Mum. What did he tell ya?!" Carla asked her Mother extremely seriously.

"That his twinny killed herself..." Her Mother trailed-off. Carla said nothing more, she just ran upstairs to her bedroom as fast as she could, where she found Peter led-in her bed.

"Is it true?!" She asked him.

"Is what true?!" He replied.

"About Suzan...Ya know?! Committing suicide and all of that?!..." Carla asked Peter as sensitively as she possibly could.

"She told ya?! ARGH!" Peter shouted, punching the nearby wall with his clenched fist.

"Peter, I think you need to chat to someone about this..." Carla tried to advise him as she remained stood in the doorway of the bedroom.

"No!" Peter point blank refused.

"Does your Dad know about this?!" She questioned.

"Of course he flamin' well doesn't you idiot!" He replied.

"Don't talk to me like that." Carla told Peter seriously.

"Sorry." Peter replied, looking tearful all of a sudden. "It's okay." Carla sighed tiredly as she made her way over to the bed and sat by Peter's feet.

Suddenly, Peter received a text from his Father.

Ken: The Funeral is next Friday. Suzan would want ya there Peter.

Peter showed Carla the text.

"She won't want me there, I've revealed her biggest secret ever. She's gonna hate me." Peter said as he began cry.

"Secret?! Wait, ya mean that ya knew that she was gonna kill herself?!" Carla asked Peter rather curiously.

"Not until after it had happened. That letter that she wrote me...She told me in there...And she told me not to tell anyone, but now two people know already..." Peter said, barely able to speak clearly through the tears that were now choking him up.

"Oh Peter Baby come here." Carla replied-to him as she hugged Peter tightly

"Now. Listen to me, I know that this will be difficult for you to hear right now Peter, but it was wrong of Suzan to leave ya here on this earth with a secret that big on your hands. Ya had to tell someone Baby." Carla told him softly.

"Yeah but she asked me not to. And I did. How can I go to her funeral next week knowing that I've now broken the biggest promise that I've ever made?!...I'm not going Carla. I can't Go!"

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