Just a quick warning: this chapter does include non-graphic sexual abuse. And Frank Foster. (the first one is a bit more serious)

Apart from that, enjoy!

15th August

Over a week had passed since the incident with Frank, and even though he still came into work every couple of days, Carla was trying not to let him stop her continuing a normal life. The hardest thing for Carla had been stopping Peter from attacking Frank after he heard what happened. As always there was gossip amongst the machinists when Frank returned but as there were other stories to talk about it soon became old news. It was getting to the end of a long day when Michelle let the machinists leave.

'Is it okay if I go aswell Car, or would you rather I'd stay.'

'No Michelle you get off, if you want i'll meet you in the Rovers in a bit.' Michelle nodded and left. Carla was looking through the contract they'd just won when she heard the factory door open.

'Hello? Is there anybody there?' Not getting a reply and assuming it was just a summer breeze Carla went up to the stock cuboard to check the material for the order. While her back was turned she didn't notice Frank walk onto the factory floor and climb up the stairs.

'Well, well, well, we must stop meeting like this Carla.' At the sound of his voice Carla span round and backed away from Frank, hating the way he could scare her so easily.

'What do you mean?'

'Alone, in a darken factory, no witnesses, people might get the wrong idea.' He stepped towards Carla and ran a finger down her cheek, causing her to flinch.

'Get..away..from..me. Or i'll call the police.' Carla reached into her pocket for her mobile, only to find it empty. She had left it in the office. Or so she thought.

'Looking for this?' Frank held her phone up in the air before dropping it to the floor and stepping on it, smashing it. He pulled a knife out of his pocket and held it to her throat, she tried to stuggle but he pushed the blade closer to her skin, almost tearing it.

'We've been here before Carla, and we both know how it ended.' As Frank's eyes darkened Carla was petrified at what he was going to do to her.

'What are you going to do to me because you know that if you hurt me they'll just send you back to prison.' Frank's grip on the knife tightened, causing her to cry out in pain.

'The thing is Carla, even if I do...hurt you, as you put it, there isn't much the police can do. The thing is, I'm dying. I've got a agressive form of cancer and see in prison they dont really notice that sort of thing until it's too late. So I can do anything I want to you and by the time it would get serious I'd probally be dead. Also if you do grass me up, I know people that, lets just say, give you the treatment you deserve.'

'So you'll get your little syco friends to attack me again?'

'Oh no no no, that would be to easy, and besides I want you to remember me and me only. No, lets just say, your daughter won't be so pretty by the time they've finished with her.' Franks words made Carla become paralysed with fear, so she was unable to stop him as he stroked her cheek again before ripping open her shirt and taking away her dignity for a second time, all the while the knife was in his hand, stopping her from crying out for help.

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After violating her, Frank left her on the floor, the situation practically mirroring the one almost 6 years previously. Before leaving he lent foward and re-minded of the price she would pay if she told the police what happened. After he had gone Carla tried to haul herself up, but didn't have any strength left in her. She curled up in a ball and started to sob.

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Michelle glanced at her watch, wondering what was taking Carla so long. Assuming she had got distracted or gone straight home Michelle went round to see if she had gone home. She was about to knock on the door when she noticed Frank coming out of the factory. Worried that Carla had been in there when Frank turned up Michelle went over to the factory to see if she was alright.

'Car? Carla, you in here?' Carla jumped at her friends voice, but didn't reply. She couldn't let herself be seen like this, or Frank would hurt her daughter and she would do anything to stop that happening. Michelle walked into the office and saw that Carla's bag was still in there. Puzzled Michelle walked up to the stock cuboard and was shocked to see Carla there, her shirt ripped open, bruising on the wrists and neck. Michelle knew iinstantly what had happened, and who had done it.

'Oh my god Car, Frank did this didn't he?' Inside Carla's head there was a battle going on. Should I tell the police and risk my daughter, or keep my mouth shut and pray he doesn't do it again?

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