I hope you enjoy it, it's pretty long and tense. It's a continuation on from chapter 8.

I stand, my back leaning against the wall as I holds my hand, trying to soothe the pain caused by Robert's harsh grip as I shiver, looking up at the man I fear the most.

Robert stands there, looking at me with a menacing, terrifying expression, clearly enjoying watching me in fear.

He steps towards me as I panic.

"Please leave me alone," I beg him, wrapping my arms around my body, attempting to protect myself.

"Please," I repeat as a tear falls down my face and I can't stop the memories of what he did to me coming back.

"I thought I saw you yesterday but I wasn't quite sure. How come you're back?" he says, completely ignoring my earlier statements.

"Just leave me alone and I won't tell anyone what you did, alright?" I try to reason with him as I try desperately to act like he isn't getting to me, like he's not bothering me.

"Oh come on Carla, we both know you're not going to tell anyone, you never will. No one would ever believe you, not Nick, not Michelle and certainly not the police. It would be Frank all over again." He tells me with an evil smile and I can't help but gag at the mention of his name.

He comes towards me as my eyes widen in fear, once again.

"Now, why are you here?"

"It's none of your business." I answer back.

"None of my business? I think you'll find it's 50% of my business actually."

I look up at his claim and can't help but let the shock and hurt cover my face.

"Aww, poor Carla. Did Nick not tell you?" He mocks as I can't stop more tears from running down my face at his words.

I can't believe Nick would betray me like that. He may not know the details but as far as he thinks, I slept with him whilst being engaged to Nick and yet he thinks it's completely fine to give him part of his business.

"Of course he did." I tell him, even though we both know it's not true.

He lets out a laugh as he looks at me once again, in a way that I can't help but feel uncomfortable.

"Anyway, where's the kid?"

"What 'kid'?" I ask him, feeling the anger rise at how he even dares to mention my daughter.

"Well our kid. I mean when you left you were what three or four months pregnant? Usually a kid comes out of that. Unless you had another miscarriage?" He smirks again and I can't help but feel disgusted at the way he emphasised another.

Even now, I'm shocked by how evil he is.

"She's not yours," I tell him.

"Oh, it's a she? Well I've always wanted a daughter so, where is she then? I'd like a proper introduction." He says clapping his hands together and standing up straight, as if he actually believes I'm going to take him to her.

"I will never ever let you near my daughter. She's Nicks, not yours."

"That wasn't what you were telling a Nick before you left though, was it?" He says smugly.

"Don't you even dare. We both know why I had to say that."

"Oh please, more and more lies Carla." He taunts me.

I can't bare it. I can't bare being so close to him, trying to hold it together and act like I'm okay. It's why I left. I couldn't stay here and see him all the time. I just couldn't.

Why did I ever think it would be any different now after having a year away?

I guess I just convinced myself that he would have left or something and everything would just work out.

"I've had enough of this," I say angrily, attempting to push past him, out of the alleyway but I can't find a way around him.

"Move." I demand but he still stands motionless, just staring at me.

I try to go round him but before I know it his harsh grip stops me as I feel pain shooting through my wrist as he pushes me back towards the wall.

I freeze. In shock. In pain. In fear.

I try to speak but can't and I just find myself silently praying he wouldn't hurt me. Not again.

"I don't get it Carla, you just love playing the victim but it's just us. We both know you wanted it really." He starts to close in on me as I feel a tear fall down my face and I can feel myself losing my strength but I'm still determined to fight back.

"No, I really didn't."

"Oh come on, you were all up for it before, kissing me, pulling at my clothes. Don't tell me you didn't want it then."

Every word he says just makes me feel sick. The fact I thought he was a nice, ordinary bloke and the fact I even considered sleeping with him makes me disgusted with myself.

"I was drunk and-" I start but I'm cut off.

"Ahhh 'you were drunk'?" He mimics me. "You can't keep using that an excuse, I mean come on... when are you not drunk?" He laughs as I decide to continue.

"I was drunk but then I realised what I was doing, I realised what a mistake I was making and I told you no, I told you to stop. But you wouldn't." I approach him with every word as I try to make him face up to what he did yet he still doesn't look affected by anything I've said.

The tears are now flowing freely and I'm not even trying to stop them.

It's not like he hasn't seen them before after what he put me through.

"Excuse after excuse Carla." He says slowly, looking me up and down in a way that leaves me wanting to hurt him or do anything to him just to make him feel even a tiny bit of the mental and physical pain he's caused me.

"Anyway, if you really believe what you're saying about how you apparently said no-"

"I did say no!" I shout at him in anger as he continues.

"Then why didn't you tell Nick? If you are so sure that I'm this evil monster who forced himself on you then why not tell him? Or anyone for that matter." He laughs, continuing to taunt me and enjoying watching me squirm.

There's a moment of silence as I think about what to say next but I'm interrupted by the sound of shouting from near where we are and, looking out, both Nick and Gail come into clear view.

"How could you do that to me? You could have done something! You're meant to be my mum and yet you let my daughter, your granddaughter spend her first few months without me." I hear him yell as their argument continues and I can't help but feel a huge wave of guilt wash over me.

I should never have burdened her with it.

"Uh oh. Looks like Nicky boy's in a bit of trouble." He laughs as I look up at him in disgust.

"Anyway, since you're back, I'll expect you to come and see me as soon as about childcare arrangements," he says with a smile.

"There won't be any. She's not yours!" I say slowly, trying to get the message through to him.

"Yeah yeah. When you need to find me to discuss it, I'll probably be at the bistro or my flat. It's up to you where you wanna meet." He says as I continue to stare at him leaving, nothing but hatred in my eyes.

"Although the flat would probably be preferable, you know, if you want round two." He says, laughing as he walks off into the distance, leaving me, my back slumped against the wall as I shrink to the floor, wrapping my arms around my knees before letting out more of the tears I had been so desperately trying to keep from falling.

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