WARNING: THIS CHAPTER INCLUDES THE CHARACTER FRANK FOSTER, BEING A SLIMY GIT.
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6th August
After saying their goodbyes to Michelle and Ryan, Peter and Carla went home with the two kids. Peter noticed that Carla was more twichy than normal, but didn't say anything. He knew that even though it was almost six years after Frank... did that to her, she was still haunted by nightmares of that night, and now he was out their again, she would see him around every corner. Peter just hoped that Frank would leave them all alone, but he doubted that it would happen. Since Frank's mother had died three years previously, no one controlled his 40% share in Underworld, and, in the eyes of the law at least, since he had served his time he still intitiled to be in the factory. Once they got back to the house Carla said that she was going to go to the factory and sort some paperwork out since it would be quiet. Peter knew that she wanted time alone to think, so said he would hold the fort until she got back.
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Carla walked into the factory, it was silent, no machines whirring, no sound of gossip floating over the factory floor, and suddenly remembered somthing she said to Hayley, what seemed like a lifetime ago. This place is never quiet, it's full of echos. So much had happened in the years she had been working in Weatherfield. This place reminded her of so much:
Paul, his love and subsequent lies,
Liam, the passion that they shared and the heartache at his death,
Tony, and the betrayal of both their actions being revealed and of course the place of his death, and hers almost.
Michelle, they way the stood by each other when both Paul and Liam died, the fight when Michelle found out she knew what happened to Liam, and how she supported her after Frank raped her,
Frank. She shivered as she thought of Frank, and all the pain he had caused her, but in his own twisted way he loved her, to the point where he had to control her. Almost similar to Tony in that respect.
Carla walked into the office hoping to find something to do to try and take her mind off Frank. With it being the summer holiday's both her and Peter had had to take extra time off work to watch over the kids and while Michelle had done an amazing job at keeping the factory afloat, there was always paperwork to do, and working from home when you have a four year old isn't easy. Especially when said four year old has got into painting.
Carla smiled at the thought of her daughter, and looked across her desk at the photo placed on it. It was of her, Peter, Simon and Lottie at Alton Towers the year before and was one of her favourite pictures of them all together. Picking it up she looked at it intensely, not noticing someone enter the factory.
'Time has treated you well Carla.' Frank said, walking into the office causing Carla to jump and drop the photo loudly onto the floor as she stepped away from Frank, backing up to the wall. He walked towards her, picked up the photo and looked at it.
'Shes a very pretty girl. Just like her mother.'
'What are you doing here Frank? What do you want?' Carla tried to keep the fear out of her voice.
'In case you have forgotten, I still own 40% of this buissness, so I have come here to work.'
'This is my factory. You lost any right to be here when you went to prison.'
'You may feel that, but legally that isn't true. Since I am now a free man, with no bail restrictions, I can go where I like and work where I like.'
'It's a Sunday, why did you feel the need to make an apperance now, why not wait till tomorrow?'
'And miss the chance to talk to you? Alone?'
'Please just leave Frank.'
'Fine, I'll go for now but remember I have as much right to be here as you do now.' Frank put the photo down on the desk and turned to walk out.
'You don't have a right to live' Carla muttered under her breath, causing Frank to turn round.
'Anyone else have a sense of deja vu?' He said looking round at a imaginary audience, when he looked back at Carla his eyes turned dark. 'Do you want to remind you of more?' She shuddered and Frank, getting the reaction he wanted walked out of the factory. Carla slid down the wall and put her head in her hands, trying to stop herself from crying.
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