She sat their quietly at her desk in school. Her whole body ached tremendously from the night before. It was Monday morning now, and the weekend with Frank had gone as she expected - horribly. She wiped her cheek as a tear strayed from her eye, she couldn't been seen crying, especially not at school.

She looked down to her lap, she wondered how long it would take before she would bleed through the pad she had on. She hadn't stopped bleeding not since last night, not since he..

"Carla! Will you pay attention!" The teacher called from the front of the class but she only shrugged in response, not the slightest bit interested in learning about the Pythagoras theorem.

He said it needed to be done, while she was still young. He told her he needed to take it from her, not anyone else. He promised to do it again and again until she enjoyed it, and he did, but she never did enjoy it. He threatened to use it as a punishment next time she disrespected him, he would go harder and he wouldn't stop at her cries and pleas.

She had searched it online. It shouldn't hurt this much, that's what all the forums said. Maybe it was because she was young, through she wasn't sure. She didn't dare ask her mother about it, she didn't speak to either of her parents about anything anymore, she felt her relationship with them had been ruined. Completely ruined.

The teacher shouted her name again and a few kids from the back of the class laughed. She sighed and stood up. She walked out the classroom, slamming the door behind her, ignoring the demand and threats from the teacher in charge.

She was alone at last. Alone and free. She walked down the corridor, a few more tears escaped her eyes but she didn't mind anymore. There's was no one around to judge her, make assumptions about her life that weren't true, at least no one she could see yet..

"I'm so sorry" She heard someone apologise as they walked into each other. She looked up to smile, but glanced a little longer than she should of. This boy was new, never had she seen him before.

"I'm sorry." He apologised again. "Are you okay? If you don't mind me asking." The boy was handsome. He wore a scruffy leather jacket and his skin looked dirty but his tie was done up properly and he wore smart looking trousers and shoes, something you didn't often see in this school. Carla smiled again and nodded. She didn't know what to say, it wasn't often boy her own age decided to talk with her.

"Here I was planning to ditch the rest of the day and go in hunt of alcohol if you're interested in joining?" Carla wanted to go but the worry of Frank was making her hesitant.

She remembers the threats he made. He was never to find her with any other boy, no matter what the circumstances were. There would be consequences he said, the thought of which slightly scared her.

"Cooome on." The boy encouraged. "Don't tell me you weren't planning on bunking off too. This place is awful, I don't know how people put up with it everyday."

"Fine then. Just promise me one thing, nobody will see us." The boy laughed and linked his arm through hers.

"So the lady does have a voice. I'm Peter by the way, Peter Barlow."