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Broken

Carla didn't know what the time was when she regained consciousness. Her whole body ached and whenever she moved a wave of agony wahed over her limbs.

She pulled herself up using the bathroom cabinet, her legs felt like jelly, like they would collapse any second. As she pulled herself along her hand brushed against a glass bottle, a glass bottle full of little white pills.

She picked them up and stared at them, they were the easy way out, it would be nice to just go to sleep and never wake up. She uncrewed the bottle and poured herslef a handful of pills.

She could just swallow these with some red wine and everything would be over. This hell she was going through everyday would be finished, she wouldn't have to live through another beating, ever.

Every second she stood there, using a cabinet to keep her standing up, the idea was becoming more and more appealing, Frank had broken her, physically and mentally.

Rob walked down the street with his hands in his pockets, deep in thought. The more he thought about it, the more he was sure that this Frank guy was bad news, and his sister was stuck in the midlle of it.

What he was going to do about it Rob didn't exactly know, first he had to find out exactly what Frank was doing, and what better way to do it than pay his siter and her husband a house visit.

He walked up to Carla's block of flats and rung the buzzer, there was no answer. The light was on in Carla's flat so she had to be in. He rung the buzzer again, still no answer.

He pushed the door and was surprised to find it open, someone must've forgot to close it properly when they went out. Rob made his way up the stair's until he got to Carla's flat.

He knocked on the door and waited for someone to open it but no one did. He knocked again, louder this time, but still, no answer.

"Carla!" He called through the door. There was silence, suddenly he heard a huge smash.

Carla looked at the pills and glass scattered all over the floor, tears ran down her face uncontrollably, she didn't think they were ever going to stop.

She was going to do it, until she had heard Rob's voice, her little brother, half of her wanted to go and answer the door, to tell him about everything that was happening but she knew she never would.

When the two of them were younger they always use to say they would never be beaten. If she had swallowed those pills, she was admitting defeat, that was something she would never, ever do.

Whatever was happening to her, however much pain she was being put through, she would never admit defeat.

Carla shuffled out of the bathroom, "Carla!" She heard Rob yell again, this time he was starting to sound worried.

"What do you want?" She asked in as bright a voice as she could.

"What was that smash?" Rob asked, "And why wouldn't you let me in?"

"I was in the shower you idiot, and then when I heard the knocking I got out but slipped over." Carla explained, hoping that in sounded believable.

"Ok," Rob said, "You gonna let me in?"

"Just got out the shower, remember?" Carla said.

"Oh yeah," Rob said, "See you tomorrow."

"Yeah, see you tomorrow." Carla said before letting out a sigh.

She hated having to act like this, having to lie to everyone, even to Rob.

Carla made her way into her bedroom and caught sight of herself in the mirror. Her hair had dried messily and there was some died blood on her hair and cheek from the cut on the back of her head. She reached up to touch it and winced in pain as she touched the sticky red blood that had dried on the back of her head.

There was a bruise forming on her cheek where Frank had smashed her face into the table and her arm was covered in a huge bruise where she had been thrown to the floor.

She cried out in agony as she tried to straighten her arm, finding herself unable to do it. She was sure her arm was broken but she couldn't go to the hospital, because they would ask questions, questions she didn't want to answer.

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