Sophie walked outside of the Rover's in a fog. She could barely focus on her two best mates at each other's throats quite literally.

"Will you guys please stop this!?" asked Sophie fighting back tears. They weren't of sadness, they were of frustration and anger. "Why can't it just work out for once? What have I ever done to deserve this ?" Sophie hated having a pity party for herself, but this was all a bit too much for her to comprehend as she felt the strong need to pass out.

"Look, Sophie, Katy basically asked me out on Wednesday, I took her up on her offer of going dancing in town, not my fault Ches here still thinks she's into him," said Ryan, trying to reason with Sophie.

"She is still into me Ryan, we have a date this weekend! You know that I like her and this is what you always do. Can't find a girl of your own so you try to steal someone else's," said a very angry Chesney. Now it was Ryan's turn to try to swing for Chesney, and all Sophie could do was watch it all unfold as if it were in slow motion. Ryan's swing missed and Chesney tackled Ryan against the wall. Luckily Steve walked out of his bar to see what the commotion was and pulled them apart.

"You know what, yous two deserve each other. There are so many girls out there and you have to fight over the same ones over and over. I'm done with this too. Good luck," said Sophie feeling flushed again. She left the scene of Ryan and Ches yelling at each other. If the Sian thing wasn't playing on her mind, she'd normally go and tell Katy a thing or two, like really tear into her, but Sophie didn't have the energy. She could barely walk a straight line. She headed home, bypassed Kevin in conservatory, her mum in the living room and walked up to her room. All she wanted to do was to lie down, but first wanted to get rid of some clothing because she felt as if she was made of lava she was so warm.

Sophie lay down and was instantly filled with an intense sadness. She didn't know why she let this happen to her or why it happened so often to her. She started sobbing but not for long as sleep washed over her almost immediately.

Sian watched Sophie leave the Rover's and as the door closed she had the sudden urge to run out after her, to grab her and apologize. Hold her and tell her everything that had been occurring since she came back from Southport.

After she reluctantly made her mum Janet dinner, she reluctantly went out for a night with some old friends from school. Sian had tried hard to leave this life behind her, but seeing as they would not let up with the calls and texts, she thought she owed it to them to make an appearance.

All the girls and their boyfriends they had been with since they were 15 were still the same. Doing coke in the bathroom, which meant they had to disappear every 10 minutes and come back with their minds going full speed. Sian had been part of this scene for years. Well, her and her then boyfriend Darren. If truth were told, her ex boyfriend Darren was the leader of the group. Drug supplier, party thrower, plan maker. Sian met him when she was 14 and he was the cocky sort, good at football, not so good in school but always had girls buzzing around him. Sian wasn't necessarily shy, but she felt she was no match for some of the girls that would bring him treats or watch him at practice. She reckoned Darren took a shining to her because she never tried hard to win him, she was just herself. Sian tried hard at school, was popular, always had a smile in the hallway despite the turmoil of her life at home.

It started off innocently enough, shyly dating and getting to know each other. Slowly building trust. She first witnessed Darren's temper when one day a classmate of Sian's lingered a bit too long around her after class. Sian was talking to the boy about homework when suddenly the boy was on the floor with a bloody nose and Darren stood over him with a wild look in his eye, yelling at the poor kid to stay away, she's taken. Sian was horrified and held him back the best she could, explaining what they had been discussing but could not get him to snap out of it. He looked to her with that same crazed look and she backed off, scared silly. She had seen that same look in her father's eyes a few times, when her mother was being impossible, but no violence had occurred, he would just storm out. Either way it frightened Sian to no end. It scared her so much she began to isolate herself from classmates and friends she had made, because she noticed Darren keeping tabs on her. Not to mention him throwing a few more punches at other boys that dared to talk to Sian about something so silly as borrowing a pen.

Sian always thought excessive partying was a waste of time and money, but after years of fighting at home both between her parents and fighting with her parents, she went into full on party mode when she was 17. Drinks on the odd Saturday turned into drinks almost every night, drugs flowing freely, and massive hangovers leading Sian to drop out of college. By then conversations with her parents were non-existent, so to her home was just a place to stay and sleep it off. Her friends now had become Darren's group of friends and their girlfriends. People Darren trusted around Sian. If he could not stand the way the boy at the grocery looked at her, it would lead to a huge fight and ruin the rest of the night. They would then get high and drunk and forget it ever happened only to start over the next day.

After about 2 years of this routine, Sian's dad Vinnie moved out to Weatherfield, just outside of Manchester. He wanted to go somewhere a little more working class like he was raised and less pretentious and snooty as Southport. Once Vinnie decided he was high tailing it out of there, he began to realize Sian's predicament. This nice, young, intense lad his only daughter was seeing was becoming a twitchy, hardened man. Always with a watchful eye on Sian, and not one for conversations anymore. Vinnie put two and two together and offered Sian a way out. "Come with me to Weatherfield Sian. Get away from this, this'll land you in jail or even worse, dead. I'll always have room for you. I'll always protect you. Think about it, please," her dad pleaded with her the last week he was there. Sian had never seen her dad like this before, and it tugged at her heart strings, but like anyone caught up in her scene she was in, she felt she didn't need saving.

Darren only got violent with Sian once, normally opting for aiming his anger at inanimate objects found laying around the house. Sian swore they had to buy a new telly every month because of his temper. She stopped leaving valuable things of hers at his flat and kept them in her room at home. Sian felt like she had to be on top of her game at all times. Not showing any sadness or any break in her mood around him, because that too would lead to an argument. She was constantly on edge and being hungover or on the comedown trail as they called it, didn't help. She was a nervous wreck when he was around and it was showing. She hated being in public with him because she had no say in anything, down to the food she could order at the chippy. Sian would dream of running away from Darren and this life they had created but soon enough, in the dream he would find her and drag her back to their reality.

The day started off normally about 8 months ago, Sian was having a bath and had left her phone in her room. She was startled by a pounding on her front door. Her mom wasn't home, presumably off with her new assistant, so she got out of the bath, and put on her robe to see who it could be almost breaking the door off its hinges. She opened the door not sure what to expect and in walked Darren, just about knocking her over.

"Where is he? Who do you have hiding here Sian you slut?" yelled Darren pacing around the living room.

"What are you on about Darren? I was having a bath!"

"Oh I don't trust you as far as I could throw you, which is what I'm going to do in a minute, now where is he? In the bath with you?" asked Darren getting close to Sian's face.

"Nobody is here Darren, I was having a bath. I'm getting tired of this shit. You never trust me. I can't even dress myself without you telling me what to wear," Sian said back, almost calmly. It was suddenly dawning on her that she didn't need to live like this. All the stress, pain, sadness and living on the edge all the time wasn't what she wanted anymore. She wanted to be happy, not just act it.

"What you stupid bitch? I give you everything. EVERYTHING! And you don't have to do anything. You don't even work, who do you think pays for those clothes you are complaining about? Me! I'm a grafter, I'm out selling every day for YOU. For us. You ungrateful bitch."

Just then he grabbed Sian by her arms and pushed her to the floor. She could see the rage in his eyes as she looked up at him. She stood up quickly, not wanting to show she was hurt.

"If you are going to act like a bitch, then I'm going to treat you like one," he said as he started to reach for her and had his hand up to slap her. Sian froze and prepared herself for the slap.

"EXCUSE ME WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?" yelled Janet reaching for Sian. She had got home and walked into this crazy scene of her daughter about to get hit.

"Janet, I'm about to teach your spoiled bitch of a daughter a lesson, now would you please move! She's had this coming for a long long time..." said Darren.

"You are going to do no such thing, leave my house now!" said Janet reaching for her phone, dialing the emergency number.

Darren's eyes were a steel blue as he looked at Sian in furor, but then suddenly his face changed to about 3 different emotions when he heard Janet tell him to leave. First was shock when he realized what he was about to do, after which he felt sad that he could hurt his favorite possession, his girlfriend of the past 5 years. He then felt regret and moved toward Sian to beg for forgiveness like he normally does after he loses control. This time Sian was resistant to his begging and pleas, instead she avoided his gaze while holding back sobs. "How did it ever get this far aye?" she thought to herself.

"Sian please! Baby, please don't be mad, I love you Sian. I do this all for you, it's for you. I love you, I'm so sor.." Darren begged.

"Get out of here. I never want to see you again, YOU HEAR ME? GET OUT!" cried Sian, tears streaming down her face. Janet moved to hold Sian, to show that nothing was going to happen to her, and once seeing that, Darren left. Sian collapsed into Janet's arms, hysterically crying. Janet let her get it all out and walked Sian up to her bedroom.

"Do you want me to stay?" asked Janet once Sian's crying had settled, only hearing a sob in a deep breath Sian would take. Sian nodded and Janet lay down with her. "I'm sorry I neglected you in all of this. Your dad and I were so wrapped up in ourselves and so lost, we forgot that maybe you needed some guidance of your own. We do love you Sian, we just have a shitty way of showing it sometimes,"

Sian couldn't help but smile a bit at her mom's phrasing, and realized then what she had to do. "Would you be mad if I moved away with Dad?"

Janet rubbed Sian's back, "Well I'd miss you like crazy, but no, I wouldn't be mad. I understand you probably need a fresh start eh?"

"Yeah I'd like to move away from crazy, although Dad isn't necessarily the sanest person I know," Sian said jokingly.

Janet laughed, "That's what I fell for sadly, haha." Sian hadn't talked to her mom like this in years, and felt the need to come clean about a good many things. The drinking, the drug use, Darren's wild mood swings and basically ownership of Sian. It hurt Janet hearing Sian say these things, her precious baby was basically living like a drug addict with a psycho boyfriend. This wasn't in the cards for her Sian, and she decided then and there to help Sian leave Southport as quietly as possible. If she wanted out and a clean break from this scene she was going to help her get it.

"I'll call your father later to sort out some details. Do you still want me to call the police?" asked Janet.

"No, he won't come back here. He probably feels like shit right now, and I'm going to let him," said Sian getting up and looking out her bedroom window, just in case. He was nowhere in sight. Sian sighed in relief and decided to shut off her phone, she can just imagine it blowing up all day and night. Sure enough, when she picked it up, she saw it was on silent but she was getting her 8th call, and had 10 texts pending. She shook her head at the sense of dread of even seeing his name on her phone. Sian still felt like she needed to confront him one last time. It would have to be on neutral ground. If he can get all crazy like that over her taking a bath without him knowing, she couldn't imagine how he'd act when she said they were done.

Two days later Sian told Darren to meet her at the pier, it seemed safe enough, out in the open with lots of people around. He agreed, but had his usual cockiness about him. She was so happy she made the decision to move on from this idiot and only sorry she didn't do it sooner. The time Sian had told him came and went, she even waited an extra hour and a half in case he forgot, she wanted to be done with this. Her calls to him went unanswered, texts not responded to. She reluctantly went to his flat to see if he was there. He can at least be decent enough to let her have her closure couldn't he? Sian knocked on his door. She heard a girl laugh and Darren's voice saying "Oh come here you!" in a playful way. Sian knew he never locked his door when he was home so she slowly opened it and there in the living room was Darren leaning over some girl on his couch, with glassy eyes and smeared make up, sniffing coke off of her cleavage. Sian stood for a minute staring. It was a lot to process, and she couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy. She brushed it away quickly but she knew it was from all the years of him doing that to her before having crazy sex. She knew what came next…

"Oi, you were supposed to meet me you loser!" Sian yelled, filled with both annoyance and confidence.

Darren stopped what he was doing and looked up at the blonde. "Yeah well you were supposed to be my girlfriend. Can't have everything can you?" Darren said to Sian calmly as the girl he was leaning over laughed with her head back on the couch.

"I'm so glad we are over now, I don't know what I ever saw in ya!" said Sian grabbing her leather jacket off of the coat rack by the front door. Everything else he can have or toss, she wasn't bothered.

As Sian walked away from Darren's flat, she could hear him shout after her, "So glad to see the back of ya, you slut! Go run crying home now, ya cunt!" Sian couldn't help but tear up a little bit, she was with this person in a "loving" relationship for 5 years or so, but, when it's over it's over. She walked home in the drizzle, saying goodbye to that person she was.

Sian moved to Weatherfield within the week, with Janet sworn to secrecy as to where Sian was going to end up, as she wanted a fresh start. Things were going well there, no one knew what she had been through or what she was running from really, and she got a job straight away in one of the local pubs. She found loads of attractive boys around about her age. Sian even found a shy, nervous, hilarious and especially gorgeous girl she would consider being with.

It was about 6 and a half months since she moved in with her dad, when her mom told her she missed her and wanted her home for a weekend. News spread fast amongst the upper crusts of the town, as it was their rich children with nothing better to do that were in the scene from which Sian was trying to escape. On a night out with Sophie, the girl she thought was adorable, one of Darren's best mates texted her.

"Hey are you really coming back to old Southport? This is Robert btw :)"

Sian left Sophie after a really amazing kiss on a bright starry night to go home and contemplate even answering him. How did he get her number? "Janet's big mouth is how," Sian answered herself.

"Just for a weekend. Probably going to hang out with my mom tho" she texted back hoping that would be the end of it. She should know better by now. Sian really wanted nothing to do with them, she didn't want to see Darren or be around that anxiety of having drugs being done around her. The night at the club as it turned out wasn't that bad, she didn't drink really, just sort of caught up with the ones she actually liked and headed to her old home early in the evening. She went home to her Dad's the next day, feeling relieved to be heading back to quietness of Weatherfield, where everyone knew who she was now. And happy to be heading back to Sophie and her sweaty nervousness. Sian smiled brightly at that thought.

Sian showered and unpacked, when she heard a knock at the door. She figured it would be Vinnie since they were both adept at locking themselves out of the house.

"Oh alright Dad," Sian said with a giggle. Sian's stomach dropped when she saw who was at the door.

"Alright Sian?" asked a smiling Darren.

Side note from me. Sian's POV = difficult. I have no clue why bitches be crazy but I wanted something normal for our Sian. Hope you enjoyed it :)