When the car stopped it only took Carla seconds to know that she was back at the house she had lived in with Frank when they had moved back to England after staying in France for almost a year. A little bit of hope fluttered inside of her as she knew that the note she had left in the drawer would let Liam know where she was and she silently hoped that he would find her sooner rather than later. She swallowed hard and braced herself as Frank moved closer and dragged her out of the car without uttering a word. She stumbled a little and struggled to keep up with his long strides, and found herself thankful when he stopped at the door to unlock it. Once the door was open Frank pushed Carla into the large hall, she had always thought the place had been like a mansion but after being in Liam's house she knew it wasn't even comparable to one. It was a large, expensive house that a lot of people would have loved to own, but no longer as amazing as she'd once thought it was. It was just full of bad memories for her about what had happened to her at the hands of the man she had married.

In a way, Carla thought, it was similar to how she felt about Frank. She had once loved him after everything that he had done for her and if things had been different she guessed that she would have been thankful to him for her whole life. She had been stuck on a council estate with no prospects and he had helped her get out of that. However, the love that she had once had for him was quickly turned to hate after all of the times he had turned on her and hurt her more than she could say. Frank had bought the house after a particularly vicious drink-fuelled attack and promised that he had turned over a new leaf. She had wanted to think that he was telling the truth but it was only a week later when he had done the same thing after a lad's night out. Carla bit down on her bottom lip gently as she stepped into the house that she had also grown to hate and slowly made her way down the hallway, the feeling of nausea in the pit of her stomach getting stronger with each step that she took. Carla stepped into the living room, and if possible, her heart sank further. She chewed on the inside of her lip as Frank walked past her into the room, taking a seat in his chair.

"Sit down." Frank ordered, and Carla hesitated for a moment before perching on the edge of the couch. "Take your coat off."

"I'd rather keep it on," she mumbled

"Take it off," he growled.

Carla swallowed hard before unzipping the coat slowly. She shrugged it from her shoulders so that it was in a crumpled heap behind her. She fiddled with the material on her pajama bottoms and she turned slowly when Frank spoke up once more. "So, what did you say to my Mother?"

"Nothing that wasn't true."

"You upset her Carla and I don't appreciate it."

"You say that like I care, " she snapped, and immediately regretted it.

"I care, she is my family. You would care if I hurt one of yours."

"You'd have a job . . . He would murder you if he wasn't in prison."

"Your brother isn't the only family you have, is he?"

Carla swallowed hard, frowning as she turned to Frank once more. For a moment she wondered what he was talking about, Rob was behind bars and her mum had taken an overdose a couple of years previously. Something, which he had used to his advantage on more than one occasion, that she had no one but him. However, at his expression it let her know just what he was implying and her gut twisted painfully inside of her. "You're bluffing . . ." she whispered, desperately hoping that her words were true. "You wouldn't do that to your own daughter."

He shrugged, "I don't have anything to do with her do I?"

"If you do anything to her Frank, and I mean anything, I will make sure you're six feet under."

"Is that a threat?"

Carla shook her head a little, "no, it's a promise."

Frank smirked and raised his eyebrow a little before answering once more. "But, we both know that you don't keep your promises, don't we? You promised to love and obey me on our wedding day and you have done neither." his voice took on a menacing tone as he spoke.

Carla swallowed hard, the tone of his voice making her feel sick and light-headed with fear. She grit her teeth together and tried to regain her composure on the inside before answering, wondering how someone's voice could do so much damage. But, before she had the chance to answer what Frank had said he was on his feet and had shouted in Rik, who she guessed must have still been in the hall, though what he had been doing in there she didn't know.

When Rik stepped into the room Carla was also standing and she waited with baited breath to find out what Frank had planned and what he was going to do. She didn't have to wait long. She knew that inside he was smirking about having her right back under his foot and knowing that there was nothing she could do about it was making her tremble with worry. "I want the kid," Frank stated. Rik turned around and walking back down the hall as Carla ran out of the room to go after him. However, Frank caught her around the waist and pulled her back into the living room roughly.

"You bastard, you evil bastard." Carla screamed at him, hammering his chest with her fists.

Frank tried to grab Carla but she was wild, hitting him wherever she could and as hard as she could. It wasn't long before Frank managed to hit her hard on the cheek, letting out a satisfied sigh when there was a sickening crack as his fist collided with her. As Carla fell she hit the table that was at the side of the couch and slumped to the floor unconscious. Frank straightened out his suit before calling Rik once more. It was seconds before he appeared in the doorway again; raising his eyebrow at Carla's limp body sprawled on the floor. "Get her in the car. I hope you sorted that house out."

He nodded, "I did, is that where you want to go?" Frank nodded before Rik spoke once more. "What about the girl?"

"Get Danny to do it." Frank ordered, before stepping over Carla and making his way to the car.

Rik raised his eyebrows a little as Frank passed him and got his phone from his pocket to arrange with Danny, the job Frank wanted him to do. It was only a couple of moments before he hung up the phone once more and the job was in place. He had let Danny know that Frank wanted his daughter and that she was with a Liam Connor in Manchester. Once the phone was back in his pocket he picked Carla up easily and took her out to the car.

Carla groaned when she woke up at the pains that were shooting through her body and she attempted to push herself up from the bed that she was laid on. But, as she went to get up her arms gave way and she fell back down against the bed sheets. She let out a frustrated sigh and found herself getting more annoyed at her body betraying what she wanted to do, what she needed to do. However, when Frank's voice sounded loudly in the room she stilled and hoped that he would go away sooner rather than later. "Oh you're finally back with us then . . ."

Carla groaned quietly and there was a lengthy pause before she mumbled. "Where am I?" She was still groggy after what had happened but she knew enough to know that she was no longer in the house she had been and the knowledge made her heart sink, the note that she had left for Liam would now be useless.

He smirked, "like I'm going to tell you that."

Carla had to bite back a sob and tried her best to get her bearings back before she answered him. The bed dipped when Frank sat down on it and she shifted back a little to get as far away from him as possible, though her body felt like lead. "Don't be like that, Carla," Frank stated, "we have been much closer than this before . . . We will be again, soon. So you better get used to it."

Carla had to use most of the strength she had left to suppress a gag at the comment, her body trembled and she silently wondered how she had ever thought that she would get away. She could hide as much as she wanted, but she had known better than anyone how devious Frank and the people who worked for him could be. Carla jumped when Rik called out from the other side of the door and Frank got up and left the room to answer him. She sighed quietly, a slight hint of relief, though she knew that it wouldn't be for much longer as he would be back. Carla tried to sit up once more and this time she managed to push her body up a little. Turning to one side, she swallowed hard when she found Frank's jacket was hanging up on the back of one of the chairs.

Carla bit down on the inside of her lip before getting up. She paused for a moment and stood still to get her balance, holding onto the small table that was at the side of bed to stay steady and to stop herself from going crashing to the floor. She knew that she probably wouldn't ever get the chance she was getting at that moment in time again, and knew that she had to at least try and take it while she was there. Carla leaned over and slipped her hand into the pocket of his jacket, thinking that she'd imagined it when she felt his phone. Her breaths quickened as she took it from the jacket before taking a wobbly step into the en suite bathroom. Carla turned and locked the door before dialing Liam's number and pressing call. She swallowed hard and rubbed her now very dry lips together as she waited for him to answer, her heart hammering in her chest as she did so.

Carla thought that she might faint when Liam's voice sounded down the phone and she couldn't get any words out for a moment as she tried to gather her thoughts a little. When there was no answer from the other end of the phone, Liam immediately thought and hoped that it was Carla. He had been about to leave the house once more but stopped dead in his tracks as he spoke. "Carla, Carla is that you? Please talk to me baby, what's going on?"

"Yeah . . . It's me . . ." Carla whispered, swallowing back a sob before speaking up once more. "I haven't got long . . ."

"Where are you?" Liam questioned, concern and worry dripping from every syllable of the words that he spoke.

"I don't know . . ."

"He's got you hasn't he?"

At his words, Carla was powerless to stop the sob from rolling from her lips as she answered. "Yeah . . ."

Liam swallowed and pushed a hand over his hair angrily, he wanted to tear Frank limb from limb even though he hadn't met him and at that moment in time and he couldn't even comprehend the amount of worry he held for the woman on the other end of the phone. "I love you so much Carla, I promise that I'll try and find you . . . Are you at your old house?"

"No . . . I don't have long, I really don't and I didn't call you to talk about me. I want you to promise me something . . ."

"Anything . . . What is it?"

"Whatever he says or whatever he threatens, please tell me that you will make sure nothing happens to Dempsey . . ."

"What's he said he's going to do?"

Before Carla had the chance to answer there was a heavy knock on the door and Carla turned the tap on to try and disguise what she was doing as Frank spoke. "Carla open this door right now . . ."

"I'm washing my hands . . ." she lied.

"I don't care what you're doing, open the door . . ." he shouted and Carla swallowed hard before whispering to Liam.

"Just promise me she will stay with you Liam, please . . ."

"I promise . . . Carla . . ." before Liam could finish, the door opened as Frank broke it with a heavy blow. He grabbed Carla as he entered and shook her so hard that she dropped the phone. As Frank turned to find what had gone crashing to the floor, Carla made a break to get out of the bathroom door, but as she ran out into the bedroom, Frank was hot on her heels and on reaching her, he pushed her down roughly so that her stomach was against the bed. Frank placed one hand against the top of her back to hold Carla down firmly as she struggled and writhed under him, he smirked and leaned down a little closer to speak to her, nipping the skin of her neck with his teeth after doing so. "I knew we'd end up back in bed but I didn't think it would be this soon . . ."

Carla was powerless to stop the tears from spilling down her cheeks at his words, she continued to struggle against him though it was no use, his hold only got tighter. "Please don't do this . . . Why are you doing this to me?"

"You are my wife, Carla. You belong to me and I think it's about time you were reminded of that."

He twisted her hair around his hand and pulled her head back, causing Carla to cry out once more. His breath was hot against her cheek as he leaned over and forced his knee between her legs and pushed her harder against the bed.