Prologue: If You Go, I Go...

The dust settled on the cobbles that dictated his life and for once he didn't know what to expect. He was meant to be off gallivanting to Kefalonia but then it happened and all he could think about was Carla. He still had his fathers words ringing in his ear, he still heard them and he knew that Carla had people there to support her but somehow it felt ever so wrong for him to dart off to start a new life without seeing how she was, rude almost. Immediately he felt disturbed at the state he could possibly find her in because as metaphorical as it sounded her whole life had fallen apart and there was that longing for him to make sure she was ok. He needed her to be ok and if she wasn't he would never forgive himself for leaving her when she was possibly at her most vulnerable.

Tragedy befell her family as he stepped out of the car. He gulped knowing exactly what had happened. Soon enough Daniel mumbling words to him made him realise he needed to see Carla, it was unlike her to run as she was usually so strong but he knew this occasion was different. Since Aidan, since him investing. She had her empire back and that sense of control over her life and he couldn't leave it like this, he just couldn't no matter how naive he thought about the situation. He couldn't leave her because he still loved her.

His phone buzzed in his pocket and he took it out seeing Daniel's number he immediately answered and gulped at the tears which filled his eyes. As crass as it sounded he was more worried about Carla's state of mind instead of her sister's; he needed to find her and fast.

Peter's desperation came in great gasping breaths as he heaved the air from the outside world into them, his hands trembling in utter exhaustion and fear over the situation which was his life now. He prayed that Carla was ok and using all of his strength he shouted up to her at the flat like it was some reenactment of Romeo and Juliet. Nothing.

"Peter what are you doing?"

"T-There's b...been an a...accident a-at the f-factory" he gasps, Roy takes in his dishevelled appearance and nods curtly "I need to see Carla"

"I believe she isnt in, she was meant to be at the wedding"

"Rana was in the factory! She's dead Roy, I need to see her!" Peter exclaims distraught with this whole situation, Roy nods placing the key into the lock and Peter soon barged through into the flat but it was pitch black

"No" he shakes his head, opening the door to what would be Carla's room and seeing all the draws open, Carla's suitcases gone and leftover bits of clothing. He picks up one of her t-shirts and breathes in the scent "She's gone"

"There will be a perfectly reasonable explanation Peter, I shall ring her"

"No, Roy!" Peter shrieks "She's done a runner and she's not coming back, she's scared Roy, so scared…"

Lying on the plush pillows in the hotel room which she booked out forevermore on the outskirts of Manchester seemed much easier than facing the rabble at the factory and dealing with that. The tears smarted her eyes every time the thought came into her head and how much she wished things were different. Maybe if she had done things differently then she wouldn't be in this mess or maybe it was that she craved the drama. The prickling sensation when she closed her eyes due to them being so red raw from all the tears causing her eyes to water in pain as well as sadness, there was no stopping the fountain of tears which were spilling out of her eyes right now and she knew her makeup was ruined. Her phone went off and it was a message from Peter and just seeing his name flash up on her screen for that sliver of a moment made her smile until she opened it and he asked her where she was. Soon she found herself typing out the address of the hotel she was at on the promise he told no one else as she didn't trust anyone else apart from Peter at this moment. Even at their lowest, both of them writhing in jealousy and lust they would always go to each other for the need of support or understanding because they loved each other. Her eyes closed in a now drunken haze, the bottle of wine securely in her hand as they fluttered shut, her body shuddered in fear slightly as she heard a frantic knock on the door. Immediately she knew it was Peter so she answered and showed her face. He immediately scooped her up and held her as she cried violently into his chest, he stroked her hair trying to make her feel calmer.

"It's ok, I'm here" he assures her, she shakes her head and gasps punching his chest "I know, I know…"

"I can't do this" she cries tearing at her hair, he hushes her gently and kisses her on the forehead "Please help me"

"I will, I'll help you. Don't worry"

"Did...did Rana?"

"She didn't get out" he whispers as her whole body falls to the floor, she punches it so hard he was convinced that the people beneath could here

"I'm a murderer!" she screams hoarsely as the shrill notes tumbled out of her mouth in great gasps

"No, Carla, no" he mumbles bending down to pick her up off the floor "It was an accident"

"I knew!" she shouts pushing him away and letting out even more tears which seemed impossible to her right now "I knew the roof was faulty, I knew!"

"No, Carla. It was an accident"

"I knew aren't you listening to me!" she shouts punching him in the chest again as the sobs overtake her body so much that she couldn't compose herself "I'm going down for this, thats it, I'm going down for killing my sister's fiancee"

"Carla you will not go down for this, I won't let it happen," he says quietly shaking his head "It's not going to happen ok? Trust me, for once in your life I'm not going to let them take you away, I'm not going to let it because I love you!"

"W-What?" she questions as her heart skips a beat at the fact he said that he loved her "You shouldn't love me"

"Carla dont do this to yourself"

"Peter, I don't know what to do" she stresses, her hands trembling, he takes them into his

"Why did you run?"

"Because this is my fault if I had just closed the factory then-"

"No Carla" he shakes his head, her lip just trembles "Ok, look at me this is what we're going to do. We're going to go back to the street and tell them everything-"

"No I'm not going back there" she states choking out a sob "I'm not Peter, I'm running. I'm going"

"Carla you can't do that, someone died. More importantly, it was your sister's partner-"

"Peter I'm running, I don't care if you tell them or not, I'm off, ciao, adios, I'm done, finished"

"So where will you go?"

"Anywhere away from here that's for sure"

"I'll come with you"

"Are you crazy?"

"You are for thinking this will work!" he snaps back, she glares at him clenching her jaw "If you go, I go"

"You're playing with fire"

"So are you"

"You have Simon to think about"

"He's happy with Leanne"

"I'm not taking you away from him" she responds, he places his hands on each side of her arms "It's not happening"

"This isn't your choice to make"

"Oh yes, teenage resentment is what I want as well, aiding a criminal take your fancy as well?"

"Wind your neck in" he snipes, she glares at him "I'm coming with you whether you like it all not"

"God save us all"