Chapter Eleven:
Two weeks later
Carla was at the factory with Michelle. Peter was on a break from the bookies so came to see her for half an hour.
"I'm just popping upstairs to get some of that boxes for the order" Carla said, getting up from the desk.
Peter nodded and Carla headed up the stairs.
When she reached the top he was standing there. Frank. She had absolutely no idea how he'd gotten there but he had. He stood there, staring at her tummy.
"I heard about your little bundle of joy. Congratulations!" he said, smugly.
"How? Who told you?" Carla whispered.
"That doesn't matter now." He said.
Carla wanted to scream for help but no sound came out.
Frank stepped closer to her.
"Get away from me!" she shrieked.
Peter heard her and rushed up the stairs.
He made a run for Frank and was going to punch him but just before Peter got to him, Frank went up to Carla, who was standing near the edge of the stairs and pushed her.
She screamed and fell down..
"You bastard! She's pregnant!" Peter shouted at him.
"I knew that" Frank said, smiling to himself, heading for the stairs.
"I swear to god, if you've killed it!" Peter said, pushing his way past Frank to reach Carla at the bottom.
Frank left and Michelle came out from the bathroom.
"What happened?" she asked.
"Frank came and pushed her. Call an ambulance!" Peter said.
He was holding an unconscious Carla in his arms with his hand on her tummy.
"Please be ok, Carla baby." He whispered, with a tear running down his face.
"They're on their way." Michelle said, hanging up the phone.
"Michelle?" Peter said, quietly.
"Yeah?"
"She's pregnant."
Michelle's mouth fell open.
"If that monster's killed our baby I'm gonna kill him!" Peter said, wishing the ambulance would hurry up.