Mission Accomplished:

Tracy PoV

I wake feeling like pure and utter shit. My head felt as if it had split in two and my vision was blurred.

It takes me a second to adjust to my surroundings and when I do, I'm even more confused than previously.

Where the hell was I?

I sit up suddenly, my stomach churning at the motion, dizziness filling my head. I was in some sort of hotel... A Travelodge maybe. The sound of running water echoes in my ears as I squint, trying to recall what happened last night.

Why had Robert brought me to a hotel?

We had a perfectly good bed at home and it wasn't like wherever we were was particularly classy. I'm about to attempt to get up before the bathroom door opens and a familiar face meets mine.

My blood runs cold.

It wasn't Robert. It was Jamie.

Rob PoV

I jump slightly when my phone rings, answering it immediately before raising it to my ear.

"Jamie, what's going on?" I ask, I can hear water running on the other end of the line, probably to shield his voice from being heard.

"Everything has gone to plan." He whispers and a grin creeps across my face. "I put the drug in her drink and she didn't even realise, she was out of it pretty soon so I checked into a local Travelodge."

"And did you..." I trail off, jealousy itching on the tips of my fingers.

"Didn't have to." He replies, victoriously. "I got the pictures, no problem, as soon as she was asleep I got straight to it... But she's gonna think we did."

"Well I've got your money, you know where to go. Do whatever you like with her now." I hiss before hanging up abruptly. I let out a sigh as I lean my head back against the wall, squeezing my eyes shut. "Mission accomplished."

Tracy PoV

"What the hell is going on?" I demand, my eyes searching him as he heads over to the mirror, towel wrapped around his waist.

"Good morning to you and all." He grins, slicking his hair back in the reflection before turning to face me.

"...What happened last night?" I cut straight to the point.

"Ah come on, you're smarter than that." He chuckles, pacing round the room. "Although... You might be needing a new bra... I may have broken the clip on it by accident... Whoops."

"Are you being serious?" Panic rises in my voice.

"It was only from Primark!" He rubs it in further.

"NOT THE BRA!" I suddenly scream, throwing the Bible that lay on the bedside table at him aggressively.

"Well if that's not a sin I don't know what is." He mutters.

"I've sinned enough." I scoff. "Why did you take advantage of me?"

"Hey!" He holds his hands up. "I'll have you know that you fully consented to it, thank you."

"I wasn't in the right mind clearly." I spit. "You should've taken me home!"

"You were gagging for it." He grins, reaching out and sliding his finger through a lock of my hair. "How could I refuse?"

"...Nobody finds out about this." I explain, as I jump up, dressing as quickly as I possibly could. "No one. Have you got that?"

"Mm." He nods. "Off so soon?"

"I have a boyfriend." I remind him. "He'll be wondering where I am... And my daughter."

"Oh yes don't forget the daughter." He prompts. "Second to any bloke, even the ones who lie about buying your stock."

"...So what did you want with me then?" I ask, slowly after gathering my belongings.

"Well that's exactly it." He shrugs. "Nothing. Nothing but hot, sweaty, sex."

"You're sick." I mutter before heading for the door but he grabs my wrist and I whimper slightly at the sensation.

"This isn't the last you've heard of me." He whispers before releasing me, as I run out of the door and out of the Travelodge, heart racing, head banging, pulse seething beneath my skin.

Carla PoV

"Let me take you for breakfast then?" Nick ushers me out of the main door to Victoria Court, before linking his hand with mine.

"Nick, I need to get to work." I sigh, already in a bad mood due to lack of sleep.

"But you haven't eaten anything." He persists.

"I've had a cup of coffee." I retaliate. "In my experience that's all I need."

"Yeah and look how that worked out..." He trails off as I give him a death glare. We cross the road in silence, the sound of my heels clacking against the tarmac. "Come to the Bistro at lunch then and I'll make you something."

"The only thing you can make me is a glass of red." I point out. "Robert would be the one making me anything."

"Ah so the meal last night didn't live up to expectations did it?" He smiles and I roll my eyes. "I tried."

"I know you did." I stop in the street, gathering myself before facing him. "I know you did... And it was lovely thank you. I'm just stressed at the minute."

"Well I'm not surprised." He says seriously, continuing in his stride. "You've got a lot going on right now."

"Yeah well I can't just..." I trail off as I see Tracy get out of a cab, looking forlorn and make-up-less. "...She doesn't look good."

"Don't try to start anything." He sighs.

"Why would I?" I laugh slightly. "I have bigger issues right now than Tracy Barlow. Trust me."

Michelle PoV

"Are you gonna do any work today?" Liz storms into the bedroom, standing with her hands on her hips as I stare distractedly out of the window. "Michelle?"

"...Don't know." I mutter, not turning to face her.

"What is wrong with you?" She raises her voice slightly. "You're turning into Steve. Hey, don't tell me you have depression as well?"

"I don't have depression." I mumble. "Well not that I know of anyway."

"Well then what's the matter?" She sighs, sitting down on the other side of the bed. I can feel her gaze focused on me, but I stay staring out at the street below. "Is there problems with you and Steve?"

"No." I reply bluntly.

"Problems with your parents?" She continues and I shake my head. "Health problems? Are you dying?"

"NO!" I yell, snapping my head round to look at her. She observes my bedraggled face, before nodding her head slowly and leaving. I watch her go, guilt crawling across my skin, before reading my latest text from Rob.

Unknown

You're late. I'm waiting.

Swallowing hard, I push the phone firmly into my pocket, tears clouding my eyes. Before quietly making my way downstairs. I check no one is lurking around before opening the back door and slipping out into the dark of the night.

"Give me your phone." A hand instantly grabs my wrist, pulling me towards him and breathing heavily in my face.

"What?" I panic before he pulls the knife out of his pocket and lays it by my neck. I restrain myself from screaming, my eyes fixated on where his were bulging from the sockets.

"Give me your phone." He demands and I fumble around in my pocket, handing it to him without question.

"What are you gonna do with it?" I stammer.

"Don't ask questions." He pushes the blade dangerously into my skin and I breathe in sharply, not daring to say another word. "You just keep on doing as I tell you and nobody gets hurt. Yet."