"Shall I get it?" Andrew shouts up the stairs.
"Umm, yeah. Check who it is first." Frank replies, shakily, running a hand through his short hair.
"Who is it?" Andrew asks.
"It's the police. Open up or we're going to break in." They respond.
"Frank, it's the police!" Andrew hisses.
Franks face drains of all colour.
This is the worst thing that could've happened at this moment.
"Hello, Sir." A detective says as Andrew opens the door and lets them in.
"Er, hello. How can I help?"
"We have inquiries to believe a missing person, Mrs Carla Connor, is in this property. You wouldn't mind if we looked through the house would you?" He asks.
"Who? I don't know who you're on about." Andrew lies.
"Then you wouldn't mind us looking in here, would you?" The detective walks past him and starts checking downstairs.
Half an hour later, the police makes his way updates and opens the door to the box bedroom...
As he walks in, he looks around and their was not a person in sight.
"Is there anyone else that lives with you, sir?" He asks.
"Nope. Just me." Andrew replies.
The detective goes into the bathroom and still, empty.
"Right, I think we're done here. Thank you for your time. Sorry to bother you." The detective smiles before going downstairs to leave.
Once they left, Andrew frowns.
"Frank?" He calls out but silence.
"Frank? They're gone now." He adds.
He walks back into the box room, watching as the wardrobe door opens and Frank steps out.
But his eyes were drawn to the unconscious figure that lay in a heap at the bottom of the wardrobe.
"What happened to her?" He points at her.
He noticed the dry blood that was caked into her hair and splattered on her right cheek. Also taking note of the ripped clothing and Frank being stood in a bath robe.
"She fell and hit her head. But that doesn't matter." Frank explains. "How did the police find us? Did you say something?"
"Of course I didn't! Why would I intentionally get myself locked away? I have no idea, mate, but we have to get out of here."
"You're right. It isn't safe here now. The police will be circling us," Frank nods. "Pack your bags. We're going."
"Going where?" Andrew questions.
"I don't know yet. Somewhere far."
"What if she's seriously hurt?"
"No, she's not. We'll get a doctor once we're settled but it has to be far."
"Alright." Andrew nods.
The pair packed their bags after they placed Carla onto the bed.
She started coming round, extremely groggy and disoriented. She couldn't remember what happened but when she tried to open her eyes, the light hurt them so she closed them again before going back into a slumber where she could be at rest...
Back in Weatherfield, the trio had been all waiting on news for over an hour to find out if Carla had been found until finally a call came through and one of the detectives left the room.
"Do you think they've found her?" Johnny whispers.
"Maybe. We've heard nothing for ages." Michelle says.
"They better had." Peter grunts.
"Have you found her?" Michelle stands, all three of them standing up as one of the detectives enters the room again.
"Unfortunately not. We had our team going into every single building there was and check the area but nothing, I'm afraid." The detective sighs.
"For god sake!" Peter snaps, punching the wall.
"Peter, calm down." Michelle mutters.
"Clam down? Calm down? Don't you tell me to calm down! My girlfriend has been kidnapped by her rapist and the only chance to find her, we haven't. So do not tell me to calm down!" Peter yells.
"Was there even a van there?" Johnny questions.
"No."
"I've had enough of this." Peter shouts, storming out the room.
"I'm sorry about this." Michelle apologises before her and Johnny go and follow him.
They find him outside, leaning against the wall and taking a series of deep breaths.
"I can't take this anymore." Peter sobs.
"I know, I know." Michelle sighs, rubbing his back.
"Life without her isn't worth living. I can't handle it-..."
"They will find her." Johnny interrupts.
"We're kidding ourselves! She's long gone now!"
"How do you think Carla would feel if you were giving up on her like this? She is my daughter, you know. This isn't easy for me." Johnny snaps.
"I haven't given up on her!" Peter leaps up to him, ready to take his anger out on the older man but Michelle grabs hold of his arms.
"Peter, no!"
"I just want her back." He completely breaks down, dropping onto Michelle's shoulder and letting all his emotions out.
Michelle bites her lip, trying to suppress emotions and be strong for this broken man but it was painful to watch.
"I-I want a drink." He mumbles.
"You're strong. Don't have a drink."
"I need one." He says, simply.
"Well you can't. What will that do?" Johnny says.
"Please. For Carla, don't."
"Come with me." Michelle adds, gently guiding him home.
Frank, Andrew and Carla were now packed and ready to go.
The van was parked further away and Andrew had left to go get it and was now waiting outside the house to pick them up.
Carla was semi-conscious now. Her eyes kept fluttering open but she was extremely weak, in and out of sleep, murmuring inaudibly now and then.
"Come on then. Let's go to our new home." Frank mumbles, lifting Carla up and leaving the house.
He placed her in the back of the van, so was laying loosely on the hard floor. Before shutting her in, he checked her phone wasn't in there still and then went into the front seat.
"Where am I driving to?" Andrew questions.
"Anywhere. The opposite to where we came from."
"Alright." He starts the car and they begin the long drive to somewhere new.
Two hours later, Carla was becoming more and more aware of what was going on.
She knew she was back in the van, at first she wondered if she'd dreamt everything that happened and was in the van where it all started off. Her body was moving about as the van turned, it was hurting her back as it kept smacking the side and it also made her head throb even more. Even blinking hurt her head thanks to the injury she'd sustained earlier, as well as her ribs from the previous beating yesterday and her throat and bottom half from the sexual assault earlier; Frank had really done a number on her and she wasn't sure how much more she could endure.
She groaned, talking but not making sense and lifting her head up, in a daze.
"Help me." She croaks.
Frank was in the front seat, paranoid everyone in cars around them knew what he was up to. It was making him twitch, he felt so tense.
"Andrew, drive faster!" He orders.
"Why?"
"Just do it!" He snaps.
"Will you stop speaking to me like that? Are you forgetting how much I've helped you?" Andrew tuts in annoyance, sick of being talked down to.
"Oh, shut up-..."
"No. I'm doing everything I can. If I go faster then everyone will get suspicious."
"Help!" They hear a weak voice.
"She's awake! For fuck sake!" Frank groans, hearing Carla's weak pleads from the back. "Hurry up and drive!"
"Stop rushing me!"
"Argh!" Frank loses his temper, grabbing the wheel and trying to take control of the car.
"What are you doing?" Andrew shouts. "You're insane!"
Frank had lost all control, he didn't reply and instead carried on fighting Andrew and taking control of the wheel.
That wasn't going to do anything. Andrew was still controlling how fast the car was moving but due to anger, he was pushing down.
"Frank!" He yells. "You're going to cause an accident!"
Suddenly, the van crashes into the back of a lorry at a red light.
The front of the van completely smashed, caved in, underneath the lorry where Andrew and Frank lay unconscious.
In the back, Carla wondered what the hell happened.
She was in excruciating pain, her whole body was hurting her even more.
Closing her eyes, she tried shutting it out and that's when she lost consciousness.
Pedestrians frantically tried helping the two men, not releasing who was in the back. They called for an ambulance and...
The police.
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