So this is just a small chapter to see how you guys like it. If I get reviews requesting updates I will:)
This is my first attempt at writing a story on here so I'm sorry in advance if it's not good!
Its rated M only because of Franks pure evilness displayed towards Carla in future chapters, but don't worry there will be a good few of Carter cuteness too! Hope you enjoy it and please review if you guys would like any future updates! Thank-you! Xx

3rd January 1989

Thirteen years old. Thirteen whole years she had managed to survive this life which bought her nothing more than misery.

Carla Donovan woke up that morning, to the usual sounds she had learnt to associate with home. The shrill cries and screams from her much younger baby brother, shortly followed by the quite shuffling of their mum as she attempted to settle him. Nothing out of the ordinary. Except today was no ordinary day. She had learnt over the years not to expect much, but a simple 'Happy Birthday darlin' wouldn't have gone a miss.

George Donovan was thirty-two years old but despite his still relatively young age, he had welcomed two beautiful children into the world. Carla Donovan, his eldest. She was beautiful and probably the one thing he could class as a success in his sham of a life. And then there was Rob, his youngest, but despite his small age of only 7 months and one year, he knew his son was going to grow-up to become someone he could be truly proud of. George was a true gentleman. He cared unbelievable for his young family and did all he could to bring home money. But times were tough and there wasn't much work available in the rougher area of Manchester, where the Donovan's choose to reside.

Sam Foster, a rich businessman with plenty of money to throw around, was good friends with George. Even through Sam was a good few years older they went back many years. Sam was happily married and had one son named Frank. George, despite his undeniable love for his only daughter had recently managed to end both him and her, Carla, into an agreement which was to last a lifetime...

Frank, aged twenty was full of evil, the one characteristic which had gone unnoticed by his over-caring parents. Despite being spoilt from a young aged and showered with years of private education, he didn't have a good bone in his body. He had only recently heard of his father's latest proposal and for once, Frank rather liked it. He'd been shown a photograph of her. She had beautiful brown eyes and was developing quite nicely into a stunning little lady. Carla Foster. It had a nice ring to it. She was going to make a great wife in the future..