This chapter might contain certain M rated bits. – I'm not sure if it does or not, but just a warning incase it does. – I'll put the section in Italics so it's clear where it is.
Carla walked-home from college with Peter and Michelle that day. She liked the fact that Peter and Michelle seemed to get-along well.
"Are you alright now then?" Peter asked Carla, briefly looking at her as they walked, hand-in-hand, together.
"Yeah…..Although I don't particularly want to go home….." Carla trailed-off nervously as they reached the busy main-road which was next to the Council Estate that she lived-on.
"Well I'm glad to hear-it." Peter said sweetly as he squeezed Carla's hand lovingly and shot her a small-smile.
"Yeah me too Carla." Michelle added-on.
"Yeah well it's only thanks to you guys." Carla told them both thankfully as they crossed the busy road together.
"Hey what are friends for ey?" Michelle asked the rhetorical-question.
"And boyfriends….." Peter added-on cheekily as Carla hit him gently, but playfully on the cheek before she then leaned-in to kiss him on the lips, resting her hands on his shoulders as his hands found her waist.
Michelle smiled at them both as the obviously in-love couple kissed each-other.
Carla tensed-up and pushed Peter away from her as she spotted her Father's Car drive into the Council Estate.
"Shoot. I'm dead when I get home." Carla said worriedly.
"Why Baby?" Peter asked as he took a-hold of both of her hands once-again.
"That car that just drove past-us was my Dad's…..Listen Darlin' you need to go before my Dad gets out of the car or you're dead-meat." Carla said as she pushed Peter away from her.
"But Car….." Peter began but he was interrupted by Carla.
"Babe Just GO!" Carla said before turning to Michelle, allowing Peter to make himself scarce as Carla's Father approached the two-girls.
"Who was that bloke?" He asked angrily as he walked-over to the pair of them.
"What bloke?" Carla asked, pretending to be clueless as to who the guy…..Or Peter…..Was.
Carla's Father placed his hand tightly around Carla's shoulder. "Don't try and act all innocent with me young-lady." He said threateningly, squeezing her shoulder tightly.
"Dad get-off-of-me that hurts!" Carla shouted at her Dad.
"Not until you tell-me the truth!" He continued as he increased the pressure.
"Uh. Leave her alone!" Michelle told him firmly.
"Are you family? NO. So get-lost!" Carla Father replied to Michelle.
"I Said. Leave. Carla. ALONE!" Michelle said, beginning calmly, but ending-up with a scream. She spoke a little more forcefully this time as she grabbed the Man's arm and pulled-him away from Carla until he was forced to release the painful grip on her shoulder.
"Alright. Now I've let go of her. She can tell-me who that boy was!" Carla's Father demanded.
"HE WAS MY BOYFRIEND ALRIGHT?" Carla screeched, and her Father lunged at her, but Carla leaped backwards.
"Carla! Come-On Babe let's go!" Michelle said as she grabbed Carla's hand and ran-off with her, away from her dangerously seething Father.
It was dark when the girls eventually persuaded themselves to go back to Michelle's house, where they were sat in Michelle's bedroom, on her bed, as Carla rang Peter. It was better than hanging-round on the Streets of Manchester all-night.
Peter: "Hello?"
Carla: "Darlin' can you do me a massive favour?" She asked Peter tearfully.
Peter: "Of-Course I can. What do you want me to do?" He questioned, worried about Carla after almost getting-caught by her Father earlier-on.
Carla: "Could you come and pick-me-up from Michelle's? And I feel really bad for having to ask you this, but can I stay with you tonight?" Carla asked-him, she would usually have stayed at Michelle's but Dean was round at hers tonight. Why couldn't things be so easy with herself and Peter's relationship?
Peter: "Baby you can stay at mine anytime you like. I'll be right-over okay?" Peter told Carla before he then put the phone-down.
Peter ran-downstairs into the living-room as he grabbed his leather-jacket from the coat-hanger on his way-in.
"Dad, I'll be back in a bit okay?" Peter told his Dad.
"And where do you think you're going at this time of night?" Ken asked him suspiciously.
"My Friend….." Peter began but he was interrupted by Tracy.
"Girlfriend." She teased.
"My Friend is having a bit of s rough-time at home and needs somewhere to stay for the night. So she's gonna stay here for the night. Alright?" Peter told his Dad so that a refusal was simply just not an option.
"And this friend of yours, where is she gonna sleep ey?"
'In my bed probably.' Peter thought to himself.
"Urm…..I dunno, on the sofa I guess?" Peter suggested to his Dad and Tracy laughed at Peter's attempt to lie.
"Yeah right. Come-On just admit-it Peter, she's your girlfriend!" Tracy teased and Ken shot Peter a look which told Peter that his lies would be no-use anymore.
"ALRIGHT! She's my girlfriend okay?" Peter admitted, knowing that he was in for-it now, when all he wanted to do was to go and collect Carla.
"So you thought you'd lie to me. Make-up some poor excuse about a friend who's going through a rough-time at the moment, just so you could spent the night with your GIRLFRIEND?" Ken shouted at his son furiously.
"NO! Dad that bit's true. Carla's having a rubbish time at home at the moment, and I've already said that I'd go and collect-her, she'll be wondering where I've got too!" Peter told his Dad, frustrated with Tracy for purposely letting-it slip that Carla was his girlfriend. He could've been back here with Carla by now if it hadn't been her Tracy.
"Right. Well I suppose you better go and get her then. But this conversation isn't over Peter!" Ken called as Peter walked-out-of the front-door, slamming-it shut behind-him. But it was too-late, Peter was listening to a word that Ken was saying-now.
Peter arrived at Michelle's at the same-time as Dean as he knocked-against the front-door.
"Hey. Peter isn't it?" Dean asked.
"Yeah…..And you're Dean right? Michelle's boyfriend?" Peter double-checked.
"Correct." Dean said as Michelle answered the door, allowing a tearful Carla through as she fell straight into Peter's arms.
"Hiya Babe." Michelle said excitedly as she allowed-Dean through the front-door, before kissing-him and then turning her attention back to Carla and Peter.
"Carla. Don't worry okay. Everything is gonna be fine." Michelle tried to re-assure Carla before Peter wrapped his arm around her waist and led-her-away from Michelle's house and back to his house.
Michelle then turned-back to Dean and kissed-him passionately, leading-him-upstairs to her bedroom…..
Peter had soon arrived back home with Carla, at Number One Coronation Street and led-her-into the Living-Room.
"Carla. Meet my Dad…..And Deirdre, my Step-Mum…..And I think you've already met Tracy….." Peter said, introducing Carla to the family, and Carla smiled at them a little-awkwardly.
Ken and Deirdre both shot Carla fake-smiles before heading-off to get-on with their own-things, leaving Carla and Peter to it.
Peter sat-down on the sofa and urged Carla to sit-down next to him.
"Baby, are you sure it's okay for Me to be here?" Carla asked Peter, still a little-tearfully from before.
"Of-Course it is. Anyway, tell-me what happened with your Dad once I had gone.
"He knows about us…..That's all you need to know….." Carla trailed-off, nervously biting her nails as she refused to look Peter in the eyes.
"Carla come-on talk to me." Peter begged Carla gently as he placed his hand onto her shoulder, but Carls flinched from where her Dad had grabbed her there earlier-on.
"Carla what's wrong?" Peter asked Carla worriedly, removing his hand away from her shoulder immediately as he realised that he was causing her pain.
"It's nothing." Carla said, the first few tears falling from her eyes as Peter softly pushed her for more-answers.
"Don't say that. Because I know it's not Carla. Why did you flinch when I touched your shoulder just-now?" Peter asked-her sensitively.
Carla paused for a second as she finally looked Peter directly into the eyes, before pulling her top to the side a little to reveal her bruised shoulder.
"Carla. Did your Dad do that to you?" Peter asked, shocked when he realised that he didn't need an answer to that question, he already knew that he was right.
"What do you think Peter?" Carla cried to Peter in reply, and Peter pulled-Carla in for a hug, gently kissing Carla's cheek as she cried his shoulder.
"Oh Baby. Did he do this to you because of me?" Peter asked, feeling really-bad that he had caused Carla to get-hurt as he held her closely to his chest.
"Not Just You…..He does this if he sees me with any-old boy…..Don't blame yourself for this Peter…..It's not your fault….." Carla told Peter as she tried to sniffle the remainders of the tears-in.
"Well you can stay here tonight…..If it was up to me you could move-in…..But my Dad would never agree to it….." Peter trailed-off sadly.
"Oh Peter I couldn't do that to your family, don't bother falling-out with your Dad over-it, 'cause believe-me Darlin', I'm not worth the fuss." Carla said as she looked-up at Peter.
"Carla, baby, of-course you're worth the fuss. But I won't do anything unless you ask-me too okay?" Peter re-assured Carla before they kissed each-other sweetly before embracing each-other in a tight-hug.
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