Author's Note:

Thanks for the reviews, follows and favourites of this story, they mean a lot to me. Sorry this update is a little on the smaller side. I got really sick this past week so it was about all I could manage and I didn't want to leave you guys waiting for too long.

Michelle stood at the divider eyes still firmly glaring at Tina. She huffed and turned away from Michelle, pushing past Steve into the back of the pub to grab her things and leave. The place was still so quiet.

"Right girls, I think we better head back to work." Sean spoke up first, seeing the upset in Michelle's face too. That and the fact if he went to the factory he may get a little more gossip out of Carla and even a little drama.

Michelle clasped her face in her hands, elbows roughly resting on the bar as she heard them all slowly leave. She would go over in a moment to check on Carla, at this second she just needed to cool down before she murdered Tina and Peter herself.

"Hey, what was that all about?" Steve asked now, walking around the bar to run a hand along his girlfriends back softly. Michelle still held her head tightly, fingers pointed into her hair with frustration.

"It doesn't matter, Steve." 'Chelle huffed now.

A distant click of Tina's heels filled the bar and soon enough she was barging past the two of them.

"Oh, shut up, Steve. Don't act as if you didn't know this was happening." Tina said just as she reached the booth behind the door. She was about to storm out but the look on Michelle's face made her stand there a little longer.

"You what?" The raven-haired woman asked, glaring strongly at Steve. She shrugged his hand off of her and let herself look him over with disgust. "You knew this was happening and you didn't think to maybe tell me?"

"'Chelle." Steve looked at her, his feet making him take some steps away from her incase she lashed out. Her eyes were about as black as her hair at this point.

"You knew and you didn't tell me!" She shouted now filling the pub with more of an awkward atmosphere. Michelle took a step closer to Steve as he backed away from her, matching each one he took. Without a second question she reached out and slapped him with force, then disappeared to the back.

Steve was left where he stood in the bar, all eyes on him. A hand clutched to his cheek. Tina finally left the pub now, letting the doors slam shut behind her.

Carla headed to the factory as fast as she could manage to. Today her heels seemed to disagree with the cobbles of the street and her ankles seemed to be against her once or twice but she hadn't actually fallen. Just stumbled here and there. It was probably thanks to her busy mind and the tears still clinging in her eyes thickly.

She frantically pressed the buttons upon her keys as she got to her car, trying her damn hardest to open it with every press and every step as she got nearer. It wasn't happening. Carla's finger was simply pressing the 'lock' button repeatedly.

When she finally got to her car she began to fumble to get her key into the lock and open it. Not a thought to the locked factory that loomed tall over it. Her hands were shaky with rage, her body trembling with sadness and Carla dropped the key the moment it met the lock on the vehicle.

They clattered to the cobbles with a dulled jingle and she fell to her knees in order to scramble and pick them back up. Carla gave that idea up the moment her legs were buried underneath her broken form upon the cold floor. Just sobbing into her hands.

The sound of the pub door closing distantly and her workers chatting seconds later made her take more action now.

A sniffle. A wipe of her hand beneath teary eyes. Then she grabbed the keys and stood up.

"Carla?" Sean asked having seen her crouched at the side of her car. He now jogged towards her. She looked a right state and it made him concerned if not slightly curious.

"Not now." Huffed his boss, fumbling with her keys again. She pushed herself to her feet and tried one last time to get it into the lock before Sean actually reached her.

This time it fitted the lock successfully. The door opened beneath her palm and Carla threw it back and forced herself inside with speed. Slamming it shut and locking it seconds later. She took one calming breath to settle her wet eyes and then let the key find the ignition.

Her car took off out of the street at such a speed it could have caused a serious accident, but the woman wasn't thinking, she didn't know how to.

In any situation like this she would have grabbed some wine and drank it all away. Except, thanks to Peter, she couldn't do that any more.

Then again, right this moment she wasn't sure she wanted to keep his child any longer anyway.