So heres another chapter. I may not update in the next few days because I'm trying to update my other fic. But I keep getting teary(Please tell me I'm not the only one still hooked on Liarla) Haha. Anyway, this fic isn't going to be one with an actual ending for a while. I'm just going to do it like the soaps, and have different storylines, but based around The Connors. Right now I'm focusing on 2. Michelles amnesia and Carlas daughter. I hope your enjoying this. :) Please leave a review. Means alot. XO
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Chapter 6.
Carla had been sat at his grave for almost an hour, just talking to Liam about their past and how much she misses him. Some stories made her giggle but they'd soon turn into heart wrenching sobs. She loved everything they'd done together. From their first dance at his 21st to making love in her wedding dress, the one she was suppost to marry Tony in. She couldn't help feeling quilty, sat there, telling a man that wasn't her partner she loved him. Liams dead, but she has and always will love him more than anyone else. As much as she loves Peter, it doesn't compare to what she had, has with Liam.
Michelle is insisting the hospital call Dean, her brothers and Carla, but NOT her mum and dad. She doesn't want them flying down here, worrying for her, when she feels fine. "Flamin'ell! Can you please just call them instead of standing around looking puzzled!" Michelle shouts at the nurses once more, but again they just give her a sypathy look and carry on wispering. "Urgh! Give me my bag and I'll do it!" Chelle demands, getting impatient with the nurses lack of comunication. She still hasn't seen her 38 year old body. The doctors are telling her she has to stay wrapped up in the blanket. As far as she knows, she 18, pregnant and her boyfriend Dean, is still alive, along with her two brothers, Liam and Paul.
"I regret not running away with you everyday ya'no. I need you Liam, why'd ya have to leave 'ay? I have Peter, but he's not you. Oh God, I shouldn't be saying that, I love him, 'course I do, but I'd choose you anyday, just know that Lee.
Carla's still talking to Liam, she doesn't know why, she just finds comfort in doing so. The graveyard has been empty the whole time Carlas been there, but she was glad she could just sit there alone talking to the love of her life.
Another half hour had passed when Carla hears footsteps. She doesn't look to see who they are, it's just another person come to visit a loved one. The footsteps keep coming. Great. She thinks, they're grave just had to be by my Liams. She sits in a more comfitable possition and whipes her face. She realises that her mascara must be everywhere because her sleeve is now a grayish colour. She starts saying her goodbyes, knowing she wouldn't feel comfitable pouring her heart out infront of some stranger. "Carla?" She hears the familular voice bounce of her eardrums. Shit, oh God, today? Really? she thinks, not wanting to see that paticular person anytime soon, never mind here.
"Carla, are you OK?" The usually dizzy brunette questions. Carla turns to face the woman, eyes puffy, cheeks red and covered in the mascara remnents the tears dragged down her face, hair wet and out of place from her crying and running, and she still looks absolutely beautiful, even if she feels she must look astate. The jelousy of how gorgeous Carla is pulsing through the woman.
"Maria, please I can't do this right now." Carla says so quietly its almost inaudiable.
"I heard about the girl. At the factory. Sean told me, I'm sorry." Maria states, seeing what a mess this has caused and knowing theres something Carlas kept secret.
"Oh for God sakes. Who else knows? I told them not to talk about it. Urgh what was I thinking, they just love poking they're flaming noses in other peoples buisness." Carla says bluntly, pushing past Maria.
"Its not like that. Sean was worried about you. Honestly, I didn't come here looking for you, but I'm glad I found you Car. Look, I know we've had our arquements but I thought we were friends after the whole Frank thing." That name makes Carlas skin crawl and Maria sees her cringe at it. "Sorry." She appologises, thinking she should. "Anyway, look, I'm always here if you need to talk." She finnishes. Carla doesn't know what to say. I must look a right mess if Maria is offering a shoulder to cry on. She thinks to herself.
"Thank you." she says timidly. Maria gives her a warm smile. She's seen this Carla before, and she hated it. It really did upset her. She knew she needed her more than ever now, expacially with Michelle in hospital. Shit. She says in her head.
"Carla. I need to tell you something." She starts. Carla just keeps looking at her, waiting for her to explain more. "Its Michelle." Thats all Carla needed to hear and her mind was in over drive. Oh God, whats wrong with her? Is she OK? Why's Maria here? Oh God. Maria just looks at her sympathetically.
"Maria, what is is? Is she? Shes not? Please tell me she's alright." Carla is in tears again. Her mind automatically thinks the worst.
"Oh God no, shes alive!" Maria quickly informs Carla, realising her mistake. Carla lets out a breath she didn't know she was holding, and looks at Maria waiting again for her to explain more. "She fell, took a blow to the head, knocked herself out. She's at the hospital with Steve. Thats all I know." Maria says in the easiest way possible. Then realising how bad that sounds she adds "But I'm sure she's alright. Everyones been trying to ring you Carla. Why didn't you answer?"
"That doesn't matter right now, I need to get back to the street to my car and get to the hospital. Chelle, she needs me." Carla rushes her words, still thinking the worst about Michelle condition.
"No look, your in no fit state to drive Carla" Maria starts but Carla cuts her off.
"I have not been drinking!" She says blantinly. Annoyed at such remarks. Besides, I could bloody well have a drink if I want to, after everything I've been through I deserves one, or ten. She thinks.
"I'm not saying you have" Maria quickly defends herself. "I'm just saying, your all shakey and you can't stop crying. Let me drive you 'ay? It'd be safer. And you'd get to Michelle faster." She tries to encourage her. Carla feels pittyed. She hates it. But she knows Marias right and agrees.
"Let me just say goodbye." Carla states, needing to tell him she loved him once more before she leaves.
"I'll go wait in the car." Maria smiles again and heads to her car. She turns on the heater so its warm for Carla.
Carla kneels at his grave once more. "I love you so much Leebugs, just know that. I need you to know that no matter how much Peter means to me, I will never, ever stop loving you." She kisses her fingertips and runs them over his name, engraved in the stone. Liam Barrington Connor. Carla still giggles at his name, she can't help herself. "Barrington" she says in a funny voice as she stands up. "Bye Leebugs. I love you baby. Oh, and I'll look after Chelley, 'course I will." She adds. Knowing he'd want her to. But she wants to enall. She loves Michelle, so much. She's always been there for her. Well mostly. And she couldn't imagine life without her.
She climbs in the car and they head off. She's gratefull for the ride but she can't help the feeling at wanting to scream at Maria. She hates how she treats her like a little girl in these situations. She just wants to be her again. The old carla.
