So, I'm carrying on with this because you asked me too, and I've got some stuff planned out. I don't think this story is going to be too long, 10 chapters at the most unless I carry on a lot more which I doubt but who knows...

Anyway, thanks for the reviews and I hope you enjoy this chapter :) :P

Thoughts

Carla was laying in the spare bed at Hayley's, that had been Sylvia's she was guessing. Roy had looked a little bit more than shocked when Hayley had walked into the flat with a very distressed looking Carla.

Hayley hadn't told Roy what had happened, only that Carla was going to be staying with them for a while and not to ask any questions. Roy had looked rather put out and confused by this but had obliged and gone to make the bed while Hayley had told Carla to sit down and busied herself making some coffee's.

Hayley had been able to see that Carla didn't want to talk about it anymore, so instead she had started a conversation about how the factory was doing, which Carla was more than happy to tell her about.

After 10 minutes Roy had returned from the room muttering something about un-neccesary stress then picking up his laptop and sitting down on the other side of the room.

Carla had put her phone on silent when she had first seen Peter and, her, and had got the vodka. She pulled it out of her pocket now to see 22 texts and 14 missed calls, all from Peter.

With a sigh she turned her phone back off and continued the conversation with Hayley. After another half an hour it was 9 o'clock and Carla had been exhausted after the days events so she had showered then made her way to the rather comfy bed. But now she was here she just couldn't get to sleep, the days events were running around her head.

She felt the familiar ache in her chest as she remembered the sight that had welcomed her as she had entered her room. She still couldn't get her head round it, why would Peter want to do that to her. It just hurt so much.

Sleep had never really come easy to Carla, when she was younger, listening to the sounds of her estate, yelling, the screeching of tyres, sirens, gun shots, breaking glass. When she married Paul, she spent all night worrying about what to do when she saw his parents were coming round, or whether she was enough for him and if he was going to leave her.

When she was with Tony, she spent all night thinking about Liam, about what it would be like when they finally got together properly, and had their own house, because she really believed that was going to happen one day. She really believed that one evening she was going to sit Tony down and tell him, and Liam was going to do the same to Maria and then they were going to live happily ever after. But thinking back now it was clear that she should've known better, she should've known that nothing was ever going to be happy ever after in her life.

And then after the fire, she was unable to sleep with the burning images running round her mind, and Liam, as Trevor had said, the fact that she was still in love with a dead man. While with Frank she had always been worried about how fast they were going, about how she didn't really love him, about Peter.

And then after Frank had attacked her, the sleepless nights spent with the lights on, listening intently and jumping at every sound, terrified that he was going to come and get her.

Peter. She had slept well with Peter by her side. His form a comforting pillow for her to put all her trust in. She never thought she would have to worry about anything while she was with Peter. Maybe that's why she hadn't seen all the signs, 'going out with mates' and 'wanting to go shopping, alone'. How could she have been so stupid?

But here she was again, failing to sleep, the image of Peter and Tina still clear in her mind.

Peter stared at all the texts and calls he had sent Carla, not one of them being returned. He had no idea where she was, if she was all right, he had to know, he had to know she was safe.

He called again, throwing his phone at the wall in anger as it went straight to voicemail. His eyes trailed to the picture of him and Carla on the wall, they were smiling, they were so happy, so in love.

He picked it up and ran his finger along the outline of Carla's beautiful face.

"I'm so sorry baby," He whispered, knowing he was talking to himself, but not really caring, "Please come back, I love you, I'm sorry." Peter's voice cracked with emotion.

He carefully placed the photo back in it's rightful place and looked at the time, 10:57, he pulled hsi wallet and saw a twenty pound note. More than enough for what he wanted, needed.

No! He couldn't do that! If he started drinking again Carla would never take him back, he couldn't fall into his pit of self pity again. He had to face up to his mistakes and somehow show Carla that he was still the man she loved, and that he loved her more than anything else in the world.

Carla had somehow managed to fall into some kind of sleep, but it wasn't a good one. She was dreaming about them. Even her sub conscious didn't want her to forget.

She was dreaming about their lips colliding in a mix of passion and lust as they started to stumble towards the bedroom, her bedroom, their lips not coming apart for even a second.

She could see it all from the other side of the room, helpless as she watched them close the bedroom door behind them, unable to move, tears streaming down her face.

Carla opened her eyes in and took a deep breath in. She reached her hand up to her cheek to find out it was wet with her tears. She grabbed her phone to see that it was 4:23, and that she now had 27 texts and 18 missed calls. Why couldn't he get the message and realise she wasn't going to talk to him, she was never going to talk to him again.

She rolled over and stared into the darkness that surrounded her. At least it was a Saturday so the factory wouldn't be open. She used to spend her Saturday's laying in bed with Peter for the morning, joking about and having breakfast in bed. But now she was just alone, sad and alone.

And it was all Peter's fault.

She hated him, she hated him so much, but somehow, for some reason, she still loved him as well, and she didn't know why.

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