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Pain
Carla sighed as she stared down at her phone. She was at the end of her road and she still hadn't been able to bring herself to turn the machine on, she was just terrified about what she would hear, and it wasn't like she didn't know what it was.
She was going to have to face him sooner or later, she knew that, and the later she became the worse he would be. She found herself staring at the front door to her house, it suddenly seemed bigger and more foreboding than it had done before.
While holding her breath she pushed her key into the lock, and she had hardly closed the door before she was shoved up against the wall.
"And where the fuck have you been?" Frank's voice spat in her ear.
"I-I was at Michelle's." Carla lied, pulling away from his grip and looking at the floor.
"Yeah right," Frank spoke in a voice showing he knew she was lying, "You were with a boy, weren't you, you were being a slag, having sex with some randomer, weren't you?"
"No!" Carla protested, and she was about to continue before Frank cut her off again.
"Why didn't you pick up your phone then?"
"Because it ran out of charge." Carla didn't even know why she was arguing, it wasn't like it would change what was going to happen.
"Liar." Was Frank's only word as he grabbed her arm and pulled her up the stairs and towards her room.
Carla sat on the bed, staring at Frank as he did up his trousers before looking back at her.
"You deserved it, you know you did." As Frank said the words Carla looked away, why did he have to do this to her?
Frank left the room, leaving Carla alone, she turned her arm around to look at the cuts on her arm, fighting back tears as she remembered what Frank had done when he had seen them.
"Clothes off, now!" The tone of Frank's voice terrified Carla and she shakily did as she was told, pulling her school uniform off until she was left just in her underwear.
Franks hands gripped her arms as he pushed her onto the bed, he pulled them above her head, but as he did so he saw the cuts that littered Carla's skin.
"What the fuck is this?" He yelled, "You cut yourself?"
Carla just looked away, she couldn't look at him and the twisted, angry expression which would be on his face.
"You know what? You are just an attention seeking little whore. You just want to be in the spotlight because you're a selfish cow that only cares about herself!" Franks voice grew louder and angrier as he spat the words out of his mouth. He paused for a moment, before placing his hand round her arm and squeezing tightly, digging his nails into the healing cuts.
Carla bit back tears as a wave of agony burned through her arm, she tried to get out of his grasp but he held her down tight. "Stop, please." Carla managed to gasp out, but still Frank didn't let go.
"You don't like that do you, well that's what you get for being a fucking attention whore. It's what you deserve!" The words leaving Franks's mouth weren't true, Carla knew that, but as she writhed in agony it was hard not to believe it.
Carla wasn't sure how much pain she was in when Frank finally let go with a satisfied smirk, but she wasn't sure she would ever be able to explain it with words, because it wasn't just physical pain she was feeling, she wasn't sure whether the mental pain would ever go away.
Carla wiped away the tears that had fallen from her eyes before grabbing the box from beneath her bed and pulling out the sharp piece of metal, what difference would a few more cuts make?
Peter sat on the sofa, staring at the blank wall in front of him in shock. The police had left about half an hour ago, but he still couldn't get his head around it. Susan was dead. His twin sister, younger than him by 7 minutes, was dead, she was gone, he would never see her again.
The police had said a passer by had found her collapsed in the park and called an ambulance, but it was too late and she was already dead. They said it was because of an overdose on cocain and heroin.
Was it his fault? He had made her go cold turkey, he had left her wanting those drugs, it was his fault she had gone out and taken too many, she probably thought he would find her and take them all off her again. Which he would've. It was his fault, wasn't it? It was his fault his sister was dead! He could've gotten her professional help, but no, he had been foolish enough to believe he could do it all by himself. But he had been wrong, hadn't he? He had gotten it so wrong.
What would his dad say? He had no idea Susan had ever touched drugs in her life, let alone been an addict who had just died from an overdose. He would be upset, there was no denying that, Ken Barlow would be very upset, and Peter was going to have to be the one to tell him. It was strange, only 2 out of 4 of them left, it just didn't seem possible.
Peter had never been the religious type, or the one to think about heaven and hell but if they did exist, which one would Susan be in. She should probably be in hell because of the drugs but, she was good, an amazingly good person at heart, she should be at peace now. Would she be with their mum. He'd like to think that if heaven was real, that they would be together now, talking and laughing and beinga family, well, half a family.
However much he thought about it or tried to put it off, Peter was going to have to call his dad, and other people, to tell them the news. With a sigh he picked up his phone, scrolled through to his dads number and clicked the call button.
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