Hello came up with this while I on hold for 40 minutes at work getting steadily more and more annoyed! Why do insurance companies have terrible hold music! Any way thank you for all the lovely reviews and i hope this is ok :) please review good, bad or ugly i don't mind :) (prefer nice reviews though :P)

Michelle sighed and wrapped her jacket further around her shoulders as she set off walking from Maria's. The weather was dismal typically British for the beginning of November and as the rain began to fall lightly Michelle wished for a fleeting moment that she had gone with Ciaran least by this time tomorrow I'd be sunning myself. Thinking of Ciaran made her think of what she had given up to be here back home with her friends but apart from sun and a small chance of happiness she couldn't really recall much else. After Ciaran's lies Michelle knew she never would have trusted him again something that really you needed going into a relationship let alone a marriage. Least here she had friends and a job she enjoyed well that's if Carla needed her.

God Carla

She alone was a reason to stay what Maria had said before was a wakeup call to Michelle she had presumed that Carla would just come back from LA sun kissed and happy back with her superbitch front and be ready to take on the world. That's always how she coped before. Shaking her head at her own naivety Michelle headed towards Dev's corner shop she was going to sit down with Carla and have a heart to heart something that was long overdue. Thinking back they really hadn't spoken properly in a year and after everything that had happened Michelle felt like a terrible friend. The way Maria had dealt with everything was astonishing considering all of the past history with her and Carla. Carla had called Maria a liar when she had said that Frank had attacked her and had staunchly defended Frank something else thought Maria that was probably now plaguing Carla's mind. Walking through the shop doors Michelle made her way towards the alcohol for a girly chat wine was necessary especially when Michelle was going to broach the topic of Frank again with Carla and this time she was going to get the whole sordid truth.

Carla opened the cabinet in the bathroom and took in its contents. Her razor sat to the side the blade gleaming brightly like a beacon in the midst of the darkness. Just one cut on each wrist and that would be it eternal relief. As the thought crossed her mind Carla slammed the cupboard shut. Far too messy especially for the poor sod who found her and besides she had promised Peter and Maria that she wouldn't go there again and Michelle her brain piped up. Ahh but she hadn't' actually promised Michelle she just half heartedly shook her head in response shocked at how serious Michelle had looked in that moment.

Michelle and Carla had grown so close over the last couple of years when Carla was married to Paul they hated one another Carla thought it was ironic how now she loved Michelle like a sister. Before after their heart to heart in the pub when Michelle had leant here forehead to hers she felt such a connection and really she would hate to be the cause of any upset for her. But then Michelle had left and now here on her own she felt torn. Torn between causing heartache to the people she loved and wishing to be free from all that continually haunts her Liam, Tony and of course number one Frank Foster.

Carla's mind went into overdrive as she through of all the happier times, none of which were from recently, and as she pictured Michelle and Peter the anger slowly returned to her and she once more glanced at the cabinet. Well Michelle's not here now is she! Neither is Peter, Maria NO ONE! Frantically opening the cabinet once more Carla emptied the contents, knocking and throwing things to the floor until her hand curled around what she was searching for. Carla walked carefully from the bathroom into the kitchen and placed the small unassuming brown bottle next to her last bottle of drink, Peter's favourite whiskey how ironic. Her everlasting relief was there in those bottles all she had to do was drink the whiskey swallow the tablets and she would fall into a weightless sleep. No more tears. She had done it once before she just had stupidly called Peter to say goodbye. No more anger. Calling someone wasn't a mistake she would make again.

"Just these please Dev if you don't mind" Michelle piled crisps, chocolate and two bottles of wine onto the counter and began to route through her bag for some money.

Dev smiled at the pile and let out a laugh "Well they do say that to get over a man or his failings drink wine and eat chocolate or at least that's what Sunita demands when we have little misunderstandings. That's £12.97"

Little misunderstanding! my fiancé has pissed off after spending our wedding money gambling and gone sunning himself while enjoying drink and a bloody cruise. Michelle stopped her inner grumblings and smiled at Dev, forcefully,"Well I'm off to Carla's with all this so that we can have a good ole bitch about men; get tipsy of wine and fat of chocolate" Michelle handed Dev £13 and told him to keep the change. Just as Michelle got to the door Dev shouted after her "Michelle? Carla was in here before stocking up on wine she looked a little down maybe your girly night will do you both good".

Michelle faltered as she put her hand on the door, she glanced at Dev who was still smiling and with a small shake of the head she hurriedly made her way out through the door. She suddenly felt a sense of unease run through her and she quickened her pace to Carla's.