Sooooo, sorry again for not updating but...anyways...yeah...
Cherry pip...I know I said that I would updated on Friday but I haven't had the chance until now...
Anyways...thanks for the reviews and I hope you enjoy this chapter...
I promise
Carla was sat in the classroom before anyone else that morning. She had refused Paul's request to go to his house, but she knew that he would've told everyone, well, his whole family anyway.
She couldn't belive thats he had actually broken down infront of Paul, it was so embarrasing, she never cried infront of anyone...ever! She alwyas cried on her own, when no one could hear, or see, or know.
Mr Barlow wasn't even in the room yet. God, Mr Barlow, Michelle, her mum, everything was happening right now and she could do nothing to stop it. What was happening to her? She used to be in control...but now, she was...powerless.
Half of her wanted to cry again but she didn't have any tears left, she knew she was sad but...it was like there was no feeling inside her anymore, she was empty.
As Peter wasn't going into school that day, he was going to stay home and look after Susan, he had got the rest of the week off, knowing that the first few days were always the hardest to get through.
Susan hadn't emerged from her bedroom yet, and he was using the time to think, he had read up on some of the side effects of going cold turkey, and sometimes it could be alright, other times they could get really bad.
It depended on the person and how long they had been on the thing, what thing it actually was, there were so many factors that changed everything so Peter couldn't tell exactly what would happen to Susan, but he knew it was going to be hard, that was a definite.
Peter snapped his head up as Susan came out of her bedroom, she had massive black bags underneath her eyes and her hair was all over the place. It looked she had hardly any sleep.
"Are you okay?" Peter asked as Suan collapsed onto the sofa next to him.
"Shouldn't you be at work?" Susan asked, ignoring Peter's question.
"I've booked the rest of the week off, I'm not leaving on your own." Peter explained.
"Peter!" Susan exclaimed, "You've worked there for two days, you can't go missing days already!"
"I can and I have." Peter sighed, crossing his arms as if he was challenging his sister.
Susan decided to change the subject by asking "Are you going to see dad later?"
Peter had hoped that Susan would have somehow forgotten that part of the conversation. "Well, you see, I-"
"Call him now." Susan interrupted her brother.
Peter reluctantly pulled his phone out of his pocket and scrolled doen his contacts until he found his dads number. With a sigh he clicked the call button and lifted it up to his ear.
"Hello, this is Ken Barlow, I am unable to take your call at the moment, please leave a message and I will call you when I get it, thank you."
Peter ended the call and chucked the phone down. "It went straight to voice mail." He told his sister.
"Why didn't you leave a message?" Susan questioned.
"He'll ring me back as soon as he see's it was me who phoned him, you know he will, I don't need to leave a message." Peter pointed out.
Susan just stood up and made her way back towards the bathroom, "I'm going to have a shower, tell me if dad calls you." Susan told Peter.
"I promise." Peter replied with a sigh. He hated his dad, Susan knew that, he couldn't understand why she didn't either, after what he'd done.
Carla looked up as the classroom door flew open and Mrs Gilroy walked into the room, placing her bag onto the desk.
"Carla Donavon, early for a change, why are you here?" Mrs Gilroy asked.
Carla didn't answer, she wasn't sure what would come out when she opened her mouth.
"Not answering a teacher, that could be seen as defiance and you know you get a detention for that." Mrs Gilroy was obviously revelling at winding Carla up, it was obvious by the tone in her voice.
"Please miss, just not today." Carla sighed, she didn't think she had the strength in her to argue.
Mrs Gilroy didn't say a word, probably because Michelle walked into the room, caught sight of Carla and enveloped her in a massive hug. "I'm so sorry." Michelle breathed into her ear. Carla could tell that she was apologising about yesterday as well as about her mum. Carla returned the hug thankfully.
"Are you sure you should be in school?" Michelle questioned as she sat down next to Carla.
"Yeah," Carla replied, "I can't stay at home, too many memories, they hurt." She admitted.
"It'll be all right," Michelle comforted, "Eventually."
"Maybe." Carla sighed.
The two friends sat in uncomfortable slience but when Mrs Gilroy left the room Carla spoke again.
"I'm not the only one with a problem here though." She said, signalling to Michelle's still flat stomach.
"I've already told you what I'm doing." Michelle answered sharply.
"But you've got to tell Dean." Carla pointed out.
"No I don't, I've already told you, he won't want it!" Michelle sighed.
"But you don't know that." Carla argued, "You're not a mind reader!"
"I can't tell him Car, I just can't, he'll hate me." Michelle said, obviously on the verge of tears.
"No he won't, look, we'll tell him together, tonight." Carla said, almost like an order.
"But-" Michelle started to protest until Carla cut her off.
"No! We are going to find him after school and we are going to tell him, understand?" Carla said.
"Okay." Michelle sighed, "I'll tell him later, I promise."
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