She glances at the clock on the bedside table, squinting in the darkness as her eyes adjust to the lack of light. Breathing deeply she runs her hands over her face. Her skin is slightly damp with sweat and she suddenly becomes aware of a wetness on her pyjama bottoms. Cautiously, she reaches her hand down and in her pyjama bottoms where she slides her fingers across her thigh. Quickly she pulls her hand back out and groans as she sees a dark, sticky substance coating her fingers.
'What's wrong? Another nightmare?' Nick asks sleepily as he rolls over to face Carla.
'No. I'm bleeding.' She replies.
'You're what?' He asks reaching over to switch on the bedside lamp before blinking until his eyes adjust to the sudden brightness. He glances over at her and gasps at the bright red blood coating her fingers.
'Where are you bleeding?' He asks leaning over to check the cut on her head.
'Down there.' She mumbles and he sighs.
'Okay. Do you want to go to the hospital?' He asks.
'No, this is normal. I remember this happening last time as well.' She replies quietly. She slowly climbs out of bed as tears fill her eyes.
'We need to change the sheets.' She whispers before going off to the bathroom.
'Thank you.' She says as she makes her way out the bathroom and sees Nick putting a new sheet on the bed, the other one curled up in the corner.
'You don't have to thank me... Come here.' He says putting his arms out to her. She instantly steps towards him and relaxes as he wraps his arms around her.
'You're going to be okay. Robert's going to go down, I promise.' He says and she shakes her head.
'Don't make promises you can't keep.' She whispers.
'Okay... I'm sure he will go down. They've got plenty of evidence.' He says and she sighs.
'What if it's not enough? What if he gets away with it like Frank got away with it? What if everyone once again thinks I'm lying? I couldn't go back to that street.' She mumbles causing him to hold her a little tighter.
'Then we pack everything up and we run away into the sunset.' He says and she glances up at him.
'We?' She asks.
'We.' He repeats.
I'm sorry this is so short but it's the best I could do. Please let me know if you'd like to see Robert plead guilty or if you'd like the case to go to trial.