This chapter is rated high T due to not very nice stuff happening. Also there is arty farty use of italics and bold font to signify stuff.

Enjoy!

Frank threw Carla against the wall, making her world spin once more, she fell onto the floor and brought a hand to the back of her head. There was blood on her finger tips. Frank pulled the knife he had threatened Carla with in the factory and dragged her up from the floor, making her stand before holding it to her neck.

'Remember this? If you don't do as I say I will use it.' To prove his point Frank pressed it up against the mark from the night before, cutting her slightly. Carla was terrifed. Frank pushed her towards the back door, making her walk into the house, all the while the knife pressed into her back. Carla imeaditly thought of Tony, the gun pressed into her back as she was supposed to make Maria leave the factory.

When the walked into the living room Carla heard keys turning in the front door, realising it was Peter she turned to Frank.

'If you leave now I'll sat nowt, please go while you have the chance.' Frank dragged her back into the kitchen and held a finger to his lips, mentioning to her to be quiet. Peter walked through the door, a bunch of flowers in his hands as well as some pieces of paper.

'Carla? Carla you awake? Sorry I've been a while love but Lottie kept showing me all the pictures she's done with Simon, I brought back a couple to show you, she is getting better you can tell what things are supposed to be know instead of just guess-'

Peter walked into the kitchen and stopped dead. He saw Carla, shaking, crying, the cut on her lip and neck and the blood on her hand, the knife pressed into her side. Frank had a hand on the back of her head, holding her up by her hair.

'Step...away...from...her...Frank.' Peter said, stepping towards them.

'One more move Barlow.' Frank warned, pressing the knife into Carla's side.

'Peter...don't.' Carla whispered, not wanting either of them to get hurt. She started to feel dizzy, due to the cut on her head.

'What do you want Frank? Don't you think you've done enough? You raped her twice, you destroyed her life six years ago and you've just done it again.'

'It's only what she deserves. It's your fault Peter, you and this slut.' Frank said tugging slightly on her hair, making her wince in pain. 'If you two hadn't have been going at behind my back then none of this would have happened.'

Peter saw the rage in Frank's eyes, something only Carla had seen. He saw how Frank genuinely believed that what he was doing was right and that Carla desevred it, and it made his blood boil.

'After all this time... after everything you've done...you still believe that what you have done is right...is justified. Even if we had slept together before Carla called of the wedding it gave you no right to do that to her...you RAPED her Frank...you almost killed her...she took an overdose a week after you attacked her...she could have died...but no...it's what she deserves...but if your punishing us for sleeping together I think I got of lightly...what pain have you caused me Frank?'

'I heard her you know Peter, thinking out loud, about me. Everytime you touch her she feels my hands on her body, everytime you kiss her she feels my lips on hers, everytime you fuck her she feels me inside her.' As Frank said these words Carla could feel herself becoming more dizzy and weaker, something that went unoticed by the two men.

'She is ruined, she is damaged goods. That's your punishment, she'll never be truly yours Peter, she...is...mine.' As Frank said this Carla's knees caved in she fell to the floor, Frank loosing his hold on her as she collapsed at his feet. Peter step foward to grab her but Frank got there first. She wasn't unconicous but she soon would be if she didn't go to hospital. Frank pulled her up again, this time with a arm around her waist instead of the back of her head to stop her falling if she collapsed with Carla not having the energy to struggle as she was fighting to keep her eyes open.

'Frank..please...if you ever loved Carla...'

'Of course I loved her!'

'..don't let her die. Please I can't lose her and I know you don't want her blood on your hands. Please Frank.'

Frank looked down and Peter stared at him trying to read his face, to see what he was thinking.

'No.' Frank murmured looking at the woman in his arms.

'No what?'

'NO!'

Without warning Frank plunged the knife into Carla's side, causing her to scream in pain as she fell to the floor, no longer being supported by Frank. Frank stepped back eyes wide looking at what he had done, looking at the blood stained knife in his hand as Carla became unconcious. Peter was on the floor next to her pressing down on the wound trying to stop the blood. When he looked up Frank had fled. Realising there was still people in the factory Peter pressed a tea-towel into Carla's side and but her hand on top of it, all the while trying not to make things worse and ran out of the front door and over to the factory.

..

Michelle had been trying not to think about what had happened in the factory just 24 hours before and the same with the machinists. Even though they complained about her being a ice-queen they still cared about her, espiecally Hayley and Sean. Michelle was about to let them all off early when Peter came running through the factory and into the office.

'Michelle, it's Carla, Frank, knife.' Michelle didn't really understand what Peter was saying but the mention of Frank and Carla's names in the same sentence wouldn't be good. Coupled together to the blood on Peter's hands she realised something had happend and cut him off.

'Peter! Shut up and just show me.' He nodded and ran out the factory, Michelle following and asking someone to call the police and a ambulance.

Peter ran back into the house, pushing his hand ontop of Carla's trying to do his best to stem the blood flow. Michelle ran in and stopped still when she saw Carla, trying to stop tears from spilling from her eyes and crouching next to Peter, after a couple of minutes Sean ran in.

'Hayley's called a ambulance and the police are on there way, should be about 15 minutes.'

'Th-thanks Sean.' Michelle said her voice shaking.

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Will Carla make it? Wait and see (evil grin)

Please review as I wasn't really sure if this would work. Ta! :D