"Carla," as I hear him say my name, I stare deep into his eyes and I know the answer. I just do.

"Oh god, please tell me he's not, please," I beg him.

"I'm sorry Carla, he's dead." Nick exclaims as I feel the tears erupting from my eyes. After this whole night, I didn't think I could physically cry any more. I feel emotionally drained, like there's nothing left inside me and yet I'm able to.

Before I even realise what's happening, I feel Nicks arms tightly wrap around me.

At first, I panic at the movement, his arms, feeling enclosed and like I can't break out but as I look up and right into his eyes, his heartbroken eyes I relax again.

This is Nick.

He isn't Frank and he isn't the robber.

I can't stop myself from staring at his body, knowing I have caused it. I have killed someone.

Me.

It was all me.

I ended a life.

No matter how much I hate him, I know I won't be able to stop the guilt.

I hated him, Tony hated Liam and Rob hated Tina. But, they still had people who loved them.

Rob hated Tina but Tina's mum loved her. Tony hated Liam but Michelle, Maria and I all still loved him.

What if I've just done to someone what Tony did to me?

What if I've just taken away someone who someone loved and cherished and couldn't imagine a life without them?

He may have been a bad person but it doesn't mean his loved ones were.

I've already caused so much pain in my life and now I'm going to cause more.

I'm suddenly pulled from my thoughts as I hear Nick whisper "Carla, I know this is hard but we need to move him."

I look up to him in shock, he can't be suggesting what I think he is.

"What do you mean, move him?"

He looks down like he doesn't want to admit what is going through his mind but it didn't stop him from saying it.

"Nick, we need to call an ambulance," I try to reason with him, knowing it's the right thing to do.

"Carla, an ambulance can't help. He's dead, he's dead alright? And you've got to accept it!" He suddenly starts to yell which shocks me and I can tell from his face that he immediately regrets it.

I continue to look at him, in shock. As he looks up, I start to relax as I see the apologetic look spread across his face.

"I'm sorry," he says gently as he places his arms round me once again. I can feel him stroking his fingers delicately up and down my right arm, making me settled.

"But you just need to understand Carla." I look up to him again. "If we call an ambulance, do you know who is going to come with it?"

I look down as I realise what he's getting at. Of course I know, I'm ready to face it but of course he thinks he knows better, he thinks I'm not ready, he thinks I'm weak.

"The police." He says bluntly which starts to make me angry.

It's like he's talking down to me. Like he thinks I'm stupid when I'm anything but. He thinks he knows better but I'm the only one who knows what's going on in my head right now and I'm the only one who knows what's best for me.

"Yes, I do know Nick, I'm not stupid." I snap but unlike him, when I see his reaction, I don't stop.

"I do know what could happen but there's not a lot we can do about0 it now, it was self defence and we've just got to hope that they understand it," I continue.

"Carla, you need to listen to me."

I can feel the anger coursing through my veins again as he once again tries to prove how he knows better.

I suddenly feel all the anger be released as I feel his finger making contact with my chin as he tilts it up. Just like he always does. I can't help but stay quiet and listen to what he has to say.

"If we call the police, you could go to prison, possibly for the rest of your life," his words shock me as I start to feel vulnerable once again and I just want to get out of here.

I know it's wrong. I know I shouldn't but I can't stop myself from looking up to him and replying, "What do you suppose we do?"

Please review if you like it, I should be hopefully posting another two tomorrow!

Dedicating this chapter to Hannah and Becca for being overall bæ's, especially when it comes to this fanfiction.