Carla jumped at the sound of somone knocking, falling over onto the kitchen floor. The knocking continued but Carla stared at the door in shock. Since Frank had said Carla was in London no one bothered to come round the flat anymore. For a second she thought it was Michelle, back from the cruise but then a man's voice came through the door. 'Carla? If you are in please open the door we need to talk and this is not the right time for you to be stubborn.'
Carla hadn't heard that voice in over 8 years and for the first time in her life she was happy that it was him wanting to talk to her. Carla picked herself off the floor and limped to the door. She reached up to unlock the door when her sleeve slipped down her arm revealing a ring of bruises. She then realised that if someone saw her face then they would know what Frank was doing to her, then it would all stop. But then that last shread of dignity fought back, she couldn't let anyone see her like this, people would think she really had had a nervous breakdown if she started mouthing off about Frank. She replyed through the door, 'I've just got out the bath, let me get changed first.' Before she got a response Carla went into the bedroom and proceeded to cover her face with make-up, to hide the scars and brusies. Checking it didn't look to over the top Carla limped back to the door.
Carla reached up and unlocked the door, showing her a face she hadn't seen in quite a while. 'So they let you out of prison then Darren?'
Authors note: Thank you for the reviews and good responses that I got for the first chapter, I don't think that this one is as good so please review and tell me what you think.
P.S for those who don't know Darren is Carla's half brother who got sent down for 8 years for armed robbery. (Slightly AU in that Carla's mother hasn't died so they didn't meet at the funeral.)