Chapter 14
Disclaimer I don't Coronation Street. This is for entertainment purposes only.
The Underworld Factory
Frank would have rather taken a bullet to his brain than see her like this.
As soon as he saw Carla lying on the hard, cold concrete floor, blood oozing from her left side, brown eyes wide with shock, he felt himself die a little bit inside.
He had been the first one at her side when she collapsed. The sight of her beautiful, dying body was too much for him to hear. He already felt tears in his eyes, but he refused to let them fall.
After all she's gone through, she didn't deserve this...he thought, no. She can't die, it can't end like this!
The sight of her crumbled frame lying on the floor was enough to demolish him. He felt his love for rage against his self-control, fighting to just touch her one more time before death protentiently took her.
His precious Carla...
He sniffed as she mumbled a few words. To him, they were incomprehensible. His head was spinning, unable and unwilling to listen to her potential last words.
It was so selfish of him, but he couldn't hear anything, and the sound of her dying voice ripped him apart.
He forced himself to listen to her potential final words:
"Guess the greatest love...stories...do...end in tragedy..."
And, then, in slow motion, her pale hand fell to the ground.
She didn't deserve this. After everything she's been through.
Everything she's accomplished, she didn't deserve to die!
That was one of the many great things about Carla; her strength and confidence always melted itself into your soul. If you looked into her eyes, you'd feel an empowering rush of tangled masses of energy swell up within you. It'd be ready to explode whenever you needed it most.
Her smile always filled you up with a sense of hope you could always hang onto when you felt like letting go.
That's how Frank knew she wasn't dead; her spirit was alive everywhere she walked, with whoever she met.
The world felt a whole lot less energetic, and without her, life for Frank seemed more dull as he gazed upon her pale corpse, his face puffy and eyes red. He loved her so much, and he had never realized how much she meant to the world...everyone.
...how much she meant to him.
A broken and sharp voice cut through his thoughts, forcing him back to the present.
"Sir? Sir, you need to step aside." The paramedic instructed him.
All of a sudden...
Frank's brows knitted together in confusion. They were standing in the middle of Coronation Street.
Carla was standing outside the Rovers, a defiant expression on her face.
For some reason, Frank sighed heavily in relief. It was good to see her, even though he knew that it was a figment of his imagination.
Speaking of which...why were they standing in the middle of the street? Frank wondered.
"Why are we here?" Frank asked.
"This is where it all started for me. Right on this very street." Carla responded.
Frank sighed. Maybe he couldn't have the girl of his dreams, maybe this had all been a dream? Maybe it was all too good to be true.
After Natalie he never dared dreamed he'd find love again, never thought he could love again.
But looking at her now at least Carla was happy. It made him happy to know she was happy.
I love her. I'll protect her with everything he was, For now, though, it's time to go back and enjoy the time I have left with only her.
Frank never thought in his wildness dreams He'd find someone, again one day. But he had and for now, that's all he needed. And he was just fine with that, as long as Carla was safe.
They were stood in the street as the scenes of the paramedics battling to save Carla played out as their backdrop behind them.
"I've heard the stories." Frank chuckled, somehow unable to explain the featherweight ease that cursed through him.
"And I've lived them." Carla laughed in return.
"Please don't go, baby," Frank begged her, holding her tightly.
"I'm ready," Carla whispered back, placing her forehead against his.
"But I'm not! Our story doesn't end here." He pleaded with her. Placing a hand on either side of her face.
"Every story has to end, love," Carla told him, kissing the inside palm of his hand.
"But not yet, please not yet." Frank sobbed, with her, it didn't matter.
"I've had a good life, I've lived it well." Carla wept along with him.
"And there's so much more to tell, our new home, the wedding, kids. It doesn't have to end here." Frank told her.
"I'm tired, Frank," Carla whispered.
"I lost Natalie, I can't lose you as well. I couldn't live through that again." He confided in her.
"I'm not Natalie." Carla reply, softly.
"I know, you're my beautiful, brave, courageous Carla and I can't live without you. I'd go to the ends of the earth for you." Frank told her.
Suddenly, the ground shook and his world around him spun.
Next thing Frank knew he was sitting in Weatherfield General Infirmary.
"Mr Frank Foster?" A doctor in a white lab coat with bloody scrubs asked.
A/N Here's chapter 14! Wow, I can't believe it's gotten this far. I hope you've enjoyed it! Keep reviewing!
Carla Connor Lover
I certainly wasn't expecting that and don't apologise for updating! I cannot believe that Carla has just been stabbed by the man who raped her I hope that she'll be okay xxx
I didn't think you would be! That's a twist! He didn't, there's plenty more to come! Hold on to your seat! Xxxx