Warning: includes a sexual assault and violence.
Three days later and there was not much change. Peter had been back and fourth to the police station but no knew information had come to light. The detectives on the case were still looking into tracking her phone but nothing had improved as of yet. Carla was now reported as a missing person and their was a whole case on her, knowing she was most likely in danger.
Carla was hanging by a thread. Over the past few days, she'd encountered a few minor beatings.
Frank had been trying to wind Carla up by talking about Peter. He knew it was a sensitive subject and he was on her mind constantly so he was excited to see how it played out.
"I don't know why you're getting yourself into a mess about missing Peter. He's gone now. And once you get over that, you can be true to yourself and start appreciating me in the way your heart wants-..." frank shrugs, watching Carla sit in a ball on the bed as a tear cascades down the cheek.
"I have never loved you." She interrupts.
"Stop lying to yourself!"
She shakes her head, looking out the window at all the empty fields.
"He's probably forgotten about you anyway. From what I know, he uses the woman for sexual pleasure and then moves on to the next one when he is bored." Franks grins.
"Peter isn't like that. He loves me and he'll do anything for me." She mumbles.
"I love you. And you know I'll do anything for you. Remember the night you ran over Stella Price? Who was ready to go and serve time for you. Peter hasn't done anything compared to me."
"He has saved my life countless times. He's been there for me when no one else would. Always protected me and made me feel safe. He hasn't given up on me. He loves me in a different way to any man I've ever known." She cries hoarsely, knowing this'll make him extremely jealous.
She was scared of him, incase he'd snap and hurt her. But oh, the satisfaction of seeing him look betrayed.
"Might have to send you to Carlisle again," He licks his lips, watching her eyes widen at how much information he knows about her personal life. "You're mentally unstable again."
"Have you seen yourself?"
He goes up to her, grabbing a fistful of her hair and yanking her up onto her knees so she's directly facing him.
"You're really starting piss me off!" He shouts, slapping her hard round the face so she falls back onto the bed.
The first thing she registers is the painful sting in her right cheek, knowing a bruise will most likely be there tomorrow.
Next thing she knows, Frank is throwing his fit directly into her abdomen. She cries out in pain, hunching her back and crossing her arms across her stomach so he couldn't do further damage but it was no match for his strong fists.
He punches her a further two times before sighing softly and leaving the room, no words said.
It was the next day since that horrible time, she had a dark purple bruise on her right cheek as she'd guessed. She noticed Frank had been getting angrier and angrier as the days went on and it was unsettling her.
She slowly stood up at the window and looked out, where the hell was she? Moving was near enough impossible for her right now, it felt like her organs were twisted because the pain in her middle was excruciating and it hurt to do anything, even just to breathe provided a challenge. She began picking at her fingers as it was something she'd do when she was nervous.
They began to lightly bleed but she carried on picking the skin, tears welling up in her eyes making her sight blurry.
She missed Peter more than life.
The amount of panic attacks she has had over the last few days was startling and the she couldn't help but wonder if all the dizzy spells she repeatedly gets were linked to her kidney. But she hadn't eaten much, yesterday was the first time she ate a meal.
Her days felt like they were all merged into one. She didn't sleep, whenever she tried dozing off her mind would go into overdrive of everything that could happen whilst being trapped here. Or of everything that has happened. Her mind was disturbed, plagued by nightmares.
"Michelle!" Peter calls out as he watches her leave Victoria Court.
Johnny was at Peters side and Michelle could only presume he'd gone to get him and now her.
"What? What is it?" Michelle asks, jogging over to the pair.
"The police have called." Johnny pipes up.
"Oh my god, what have they said?" Her eyes widen.
"Th-they've managed to track her phone." Peter stutters.
"So they know where she is?"
"The police said not to get our hopes up because Carla isn't necessarily in the place where her phone is. But it's a huge achievement, we could find her." Peter explains, emotionally.
"So what happens now?"
"I'm on my way to the station now and they're going to explain what happens next. They're obviously going to follow the location and see if she's there."
"That's amazing news, Peter. Can I come with you?" Michelle smiles as tears fill her eyes.
"Yeah, Johnny's coming as well. Come on." He says.
"Hello you." Frank slurs.
It was only the afternoon but from the strong scent of whiskey and the way frank spoke, Carla could tell her was very intoxicated.
He shuffled to the bed and sat down, before crawling up and laying next to where Carla was.
She moves her body away from his but he puts an arm around her middle, securing her in place and resting his head on her breast.
Carla squirms as he tightly hugs her.
"What are you doing?" She mutters.
"Hugging you. What do you think?" He stutters.
"You're hurting me-..."
"I am not." He interrupts, raising a hand and placing a piece of hair behind her ear before stroking her cheek.
"Your skin is so soft." He smiles.
"Get off." She croaks.
"You're so beautiful."
She goes for a different tactic, using all her strength and pushing towards his chest.
"Oh. No, no, no." He laughs, maliciously.
Tears erupt from her eyes again and he lifts up his head, grabbing her chin so she was forced to stare at him.
He stared at her for a minute, without saying a word. She was struggling to read him. With him being this drunk, she knew he was very unpredictable.
He leant in, trying to kiss her on the lips as she tries to move her head but it failed.
She whimpered as she felt his warm, sticky lips on hers. He passionately started to kiss her with tongue, getting more and more excited and moving his legs so she was underneath him. His knees were either side of her and was pressing down hard onto her body.
Carla knew what was coming, she started struggling and calling out for help but it was no use.
"Get off!" She cries as he stops kissing her for a second.
"You love it." He whispers, sitting on her as her releases his hands from her body to unzip his trousers.
"No." She hyperventilates.
Her body suddenly froze. She so desperately wanted him to get off her but it was no use. It was as if her body was betraying her, her head was willing her to move but it was like her limbs were stone. Nothing was working.
He smirks, moving his fingers along the hem of her knickers. The other going to cup her breast.
Leaning down, he started kissing her again and that's when things started getting worse and worse...
"We have located her phone to Hudfield. A small area around two hours from here. We were originally confused as the place is most known for just having fields but their are a few small buildings so we're going to get some officers to go down and check inside."
"And why didn't you think of this before? God knows what she's already been through." Peter slams his hand on the table.
"That's not the point, Peter. The fact is that Carla might be found." Michelle hopes.
"They might've moved to the place her phone is. However, we're hopeful we'll have her home soon."
"And what happens if he's done something to her?" Johnny questions.
"She'll go to the hospital and get checked out and examined. Frank Foster will immediately be arrested."
"Have the officers left yet?"
"They left about an hour ago so one more hour and they should be there."
She lay, motionless.
Her breathing was laboured, hair stuck to her face from a mixture of tears and sweat.
Clothing was ripped and laying loosely on her bruised body. Scratches littered her neck and cheeks from the force of him grabbing her face through the vicious assault. Her wrists, thighs and neck also had dark red marks on which would turn into a deep colour of purple in time.
Frank lay next to her, having fallen asleep due to all the alcohol in his system. He was fully naked and one arm stretched out around Carla's small frame.
Her eyes were wide, darting to every direction. The slightest sound made her whole body quiver.
Their was no way she was able survive here an extra day. It'd kill her. She had to escape.
She slithered away from him, moving his arm so it was by his side.
He groaned irritably in his sleep, settling down again and going back into his drunken snooze.
Knowing she had to get up, she tried to sit up but winced in pain at the intense burning sensation.
She scrunched her face up, telling herself to man up and to stand.
Taking a series of deep breaths, she goes to get up but the pain was just too much to handle. Her legs buckled beneath her and she fell, hitting her head on the bedside table and falling to the floor.
Blood escaped from her hairline and she lay, unconscious, on the cream carpet.
Frank awoken with a start. He sat up and looked around in bewilderment.
"Carla?" Frank calls out, groggily. "Carla? Don't hide from me."
He moved and looked down, she was spread out beside the bed.
"Carla!" He sobers up in seconds, leaping off the bed and jumping to her side.
"Carla, answer me." He mumbles, checking for a pulse and sighing when he found one.
This wasn't how it meant to be. They were supposed to be happily in love and now she was at deaths door.
That's when the doorbell rung.
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