Let's see if I can find a grain of motivation...
The sequel to The Ghost Of You...
Reflecting in her eyes were the blue flashing lights which were glowing over her skin with every beaming motion they made. The moisture from her eyes fell down her face and then again she realised what she had done; Peter was arrested. Aziza watched on in horror instantly questioning her mother to do something but what could Carla actually do. Ray was dead, Azalea's father was dead and that was something which she would have to live with forever. Michelle walked over to her and ushered Aziza away from where two police officers were bundling Peter into the back of the police car which was situated outside the Rover's. Watching on in horror instead of protecting her child seemed like the right thing to do at this moment but her heart still managed to shatter into a million pieces now most likely irreparable.
Her hair lapped around in the wind, she whispered incoherently to herself not really knowing what she was saying but as the lights in the distance disappeared she fell to the floor letting out a series of strained sobs. Maria was soon by her side comforting her but Carla pushed her away and ran off not wanting to be near anyone, after all, this was down to her as she was the one who slept with Ray.
She begged the officers to let her see Peter and it wasn't long before Michelle showed up Carla knew she found her through the process of elimination, it wasn't hard anyway. Carla was scared, understandably she was now a single parent and in her gut, she knew Peter would get sent down for this, he hated Ray, he has motives and he had form and that made waves of nausea hit her.
Her body was exhausted, exhausted from the crying. Her hair was scraped up into a ponytail and her body was shaking as she sat on the floor of the bathroom crying hoarsely in the middle of the night. Aziza knocked on the door a couple of times but nothing, eventually she gave up and went to bed what else could she do apart from sleep hoping that everything would get better by the morning.
Gingerly Carla reached into the bathroom cabinet pulling out a box, a rectangular one, she examined the contents before sighing in response and shaking her head to try and get rid of all the thoughts of anxiety and anticipation. She and Peter were dating, they were repairing their relationship once more but the events which happened that day stabbed her in the heart. Soon enough she flicked the poxy white stick over in her hands and sighed; pregnant. She didnt want another baby, she didnt want another child, Azalea and Aziza were enough for her she didnt want another one, she was older now and she didnt want a baby she didnt want to go through what she went through before which made even more tears fall from her sore eyes. She and Peter only had sex a couple of times since they were back together, she guessed it was just pot luck because at her age she really was lucky and now she was going to be doing alone.
Peter was going down for this, that was the startling realisation of the situation. This was her fault, her fault for sleeping with Ray, her fault for originally wanting to hurt Peter, it was all down to her really and she would never forgive herself for taking both her children's father away from them; never.