I know you haven't made your mind up yet

Part 10: You may kiss the bride

"I now pronounce you husband and wife." The man of God spoke confirming Nick and Carla's marriage. Bringing his new wife closer to him, Nick placed his lips upon hers kissing her softly. "I love you Mrs Tilsley..." He whispered after pulling away from her however, he just left his forehead resting against her there was no deneyeing that marrying Carla, today, was the best day of his life.

Steady on babe." Carla laughed watching her now husband as he downed his fifth pint of the night after drinking god knows what else.

"I have everything to celebrate I've just made you my wife." Nick slurred looking at her.

"Maybe we should get you back to the hotel aye? You can't even string a sentence together babe." She spoke looking towards her husband.

"When did Carla Con- I mean Carla Tilsley become so boring aye? I don't even think you've had a glass of champagne tonight." Nick mocked knowing full well it wasn't like Carla to not drink, and for her to not be drinking on her wedding night also, it was out of the ordinary.

"What was it you always said aye babe?" She asked before in turn answering her own question. "You don't need to drink to have a good time." She smirked a little.

Nick laughed "Oh so you do listen to me do you? Thought I was just talking to a brick wall myself." He teased.

Watching her husband Carla smiled "Believe it or not of course I listen to what you say, you are my husband after all. I value your opinion." She told him, when it came to it and when it was important Carla would be asking Nick for advice and she would always take on board whatever he had to say to her, mostly for the fact he was the sensible one in this relationship and the majority of the time he was correct with what he suggested.

Nick carefully pulled Carla onto his knee whilst he lovingly wrapped his arms around her. "Did I mention how beautiful you looked today, I mean not that you don't always look beautiful..." He started.

"You said, but tell me again." Carla interrupted him.

"Carla Tilsley, you looked beautiful, you looked a million dollars today." He whispered into her ear. After speaking he picked his pint up again as he sipped it whilst Carla just watched and rolled her eyes at this. Their wedding night and why was he so drunk?

"Let's head up okay?" She suggested once more in hope that Nick would call it a night and agree to it.

"Let's." He smirked.

Taking his hand, Carla lead Nick upstairs to their hotel room. Drunk, stumbling and clearly going to regret it in the morning Nick looked at Carla. "So?" He smirked.

"So what?" She laughed. "More like, so... it's time you slept that off." She told him.

"Mm but what if I don't want to?" Nick questioned her bringing himself closer to Carla.

"No Nick." She frowned.

"Don't you want me? On our wedding night?" He asked as he pushed her up against the wall, Carla firmly shutting her eyes. Had she not made herself clear enough to him? What was it that he didn't understand?

"Tomorrow yeah?" She whispered feeling herself become scared, scared of the man that she had just married and the man she now referred to as her husband.

"No now!" He raised his voice pushing her against the wall more forcefully. His hand came to her dress as he slowly started to undo it. Carla's whole body froze, he couldn't could he? His lips soon reached Carla's neck at this point, his kisses lasting a good couple of minutes before she found it within herself to push him off her. Feeling Carla do this, Nicks instant reaction found himself hitting the woman he loved. Not just once, but several times. He carried on until Carla slid down the wall unable to take anymore.

Realising exactly what he had done Nick made himself scarce. He had hurt Carla, his Carla.