Carla lay on the hard wooden floor of her flat. Her shirt was ripped open. She was shaking and crying uncontrollably. Her so called 'boyfriend' just raped her. They had a huge argument about the factory and it got way out of hand. Frank stood there doing up his belt with a small grin on his face which sent shivers up Carla's spine.

"Look Carla. I didn't mean that, let me help you up" Frank said whilst putting out his hand. Carla slowly sat up and stared at him with mascara stained tears running down her cheeks. She thought if she took his hand she could pull him down and run. So, she took Frank's hand but before she could pull him down he grabbed her arm, pulled her up, spun her round and held her close to his body.

"I am so so sorry. I don't know what came over me." Frank jokingly said. He started to kiss Carla's neck which made her gag. She elbowed his stomach and she ran for the door but Frank was quick to act as he grabbed her waist and pulled her back to face him. Carla let out a loud piercing scream.

"Shut up!" Frank shouted but she still kept screaming. He needed to shut her up but both of Frank's hands were tightly round Carla's waist so he walked forwards until Carla's back was pinned against the kitchen counter. He pushed himself against Carla. He leaned forward and kissed Carla forcefully to shut her up but she kept moving her head away from his. He took his hands away from her waist and held her face tightly in his hands.

"Oh Carla. What will I do with you eh?" Frank whispered in Carla's ear which gave her goosebumps.

"Please Frank, let me go. Please?" Carla was so scared to speak and she couldn't even look Frank in the eye. Frank tightened his grip on Carla's face. Just as he was about to speak Carla's mobile rang from her bag.

"Where is your phone?" Frank questioned but Carla didn't answer him back. "Carla, where is your phone!" He shouted in her ear. She looked at her bag then look back at him. Frank grabbed Carla's arms and started pushing her backwards. She screamed as he pushed her. He flung her onto her bed and slammed the door shut so it jammed. He ran to Carla's bag but it rang out before he could answer it. He checked if the person left a message.

'Hiya Carla, its Peter. After what you said to me the other night made me realise how much you mean to me so when ya get this message give us a call back. Right bye, um I love you'

Frank's blood was boiling. His face was turning red and he started breathing heavily.

Meanwhile Carla was sat, on the bed, with her legs up at her chest with her arms wrapped round them. Her eyes were locked to the floor when she suddenly heard Frank's loud footsteps come nearer and nearer. Her body shook while tears filled her eyes. She was so scared. Frank was once a man she loved and cared for but now this was a man she hated and feared. She pulled the covers up to her neck as Frank swung open the door.

"Are you having an affair with Peter Barlow?" Frank asked while he just stood staring at Carla with her phone tightly gripped in his hands – making his knuckles turn white. Carla just sat there shaking with tears making there was down her pale cheeks.
"No. What made you say that?" She managed to get her words out through stuttering. Frank played the message that Peter left her.

'Hiya Carla, its Peter. After what you said to me the other night made me realise how much you mean to me so when ya get this message give us a call back. Right bye, um I love you'

While Carla was listening to this she suddenly felt sick with fear. She now knew what Frank was capable of and she didn't know what he was going to do next.

"Now Carla. You tell me again, are you having an affair with Peter Barlow or do you both have feelings for each other?" He was getting angrier by the second. He walked closer and closer to Carla.

"No I'm not having an affair with him. It's just..." Carla and Peter did have a thing for each other but there was no way Carla could tell Frank because she knew he would torture her.

"It's just what? Carla, do you and Peter have a thing for each other? Yes or No?" Frank demanded an answer. There was a long pause.

"Yes." Carla murmured under her breath.

"What!" Frank shouted.

"Yes! Yes Frank. I am in love with Peter and I always have been and I think I always will." Carla let out a deep sigh. She couldn't believe she just admitted that. A tear escaped Carla's eye and dropped onto her hand. Frank ran over and sat right up against Carla. He wiped the tear from her hand and her cheek.

"Well from now on you won't be leaving this flat. I won't let you out of my sight" Frank looked right into Carla's eyes as he said this. He moved his head to her ear and whispered.

"You are all mine now, darling."

He kissed the corner of her mouth, which made her gag, and went to walk out the bedroom. He opened the bedroom door and turned back and said:
"Goodnight Carla. Sweet dreams" he gave Carla a wink and closed the door behind him.

Carla slid down the bed and brought the covers up to her neck. Soft sobs forced their way out her throat and tears began streaming down her face. All these questions were crossing her mind. 'What did I let myself in for?' 'Is he going to keep me here forever?' 'Is he going to let me go?' and most importantly 'Is he going to kill me?'