CARLA CONNOR - DADDY PROBLEMS

Chapter 1.

CARLAS POV. 

Well, What could I say about these people who had only just come into my life, and now are telling me they're my siblings. I just didn't understand it.

"I'm sorry, I don't think I'm hearing you correctly. You're saying you're my brother and sister?!" I didn't know weather to be angry, or happy that I'd finally gotten more than one sibling. So I did both.

"Carla, listen. Our dad, he had a one night stand with your mum, and, well... you were the result" This, coming from the one who claimed to be my brother... oh, sorry, step-brother.

"OH! This just keeps getting better doesn't it! I'm the result of a flaming' one night stand! So what, did he decide that he didn't want anything to do with me?! Did they just decide to keep me as their dirty little secret?!" I tried not to get too stressed, but I just couldn't help it. "Well, an answer would be nice!..?" I was getting impatient now, I wanted answers, and they weren't giving me the right ones.

"Carla, please, just calm down, I don't want any of the factory girls hearing us, or, more like, you. Yelling and arguing" He was so calm about this. Did he even care!? "I couldn't care less if they hear me yelling! It'll just give 'em less to gossip about if they hear it all from me!" 

Right now, I didn't want anything to do with them. They mean't nothing to me. Nothing. But, they kept on and on about how sorry he was and that he wishes he could change the past... If he was truly sorry, he would be here himself apologising to me, you know. I'd rather hear it from the man himself. Not his little minions. 

As I thought that, the man himself walked into MY office. "Carla, please listen, I'm.." I decided to cut him off before he could say the whole speech that he'd more than likely prepared before he came into here. "You're what? You're sorry are you?! Sorry that you seduced my mum?! Sorry that you finally got a conscience and decided to tell me that you're my dad?!" I stopped to compose myself. It didn't really work. 

"Why choose now?! Of the 41 years I've been alive, why choose now to tell me you're my dad?! Did you... did you have a laugh about me, with your mates down the pub?! Ya know, Ha-Ha-Ha, I got another woman pregnant while I have a wife looking after my other two children at home, and now I have another daughter!" I couldn't control myself anymore, I was letting all my anger at him and I didn't care who heard.

"Carla, can we talk somewhere else, you know, somewhere more private?" How does he have the nerve to ask me to talk in private?! "OH! I get it, you don't want everyone knowing your personal business! Well, NEWSFLASH Daddyo! They already do!" I knew I needed to calm down but I just couldn't! I felt like I needed a drink... or five.

"You.. You get your perfect children to come into here and tell me the news, in hopes of that when you come in, I won't be as harsh because I've had time to process it?! YOU THOUGHT WRONG!" I was seething now... and I could tell 'dad' was getting scared.

"You know. You come in here like some back street Darth Vader 'Im ya dad!' expecting me to just be okay with it?!" I grabbed my coat and walked out. I couldnt take anymore of this... I need a drink! Actually, scratch that. a BOTTLE. 

I could hear him following me, or, trying to. "Carla! Wait, can we not just talk this through?!" He tried to reason with me. It wasn't working. I stopped outside the Rovers and waited for him to catch up. "I hate to break it to you daddy dearest but, news like this can't just be taken lightly. I'll have to do a lot of thinking about this, and I'll probably do a lot of drinking too! but, that's beside the point! YOU on the other hand, can stay away from MY factory. Alright! MY factory!" I turned around and walked into the Rovers and ordered a bottle of red. I needed to calm myself and this was the only way I knew how to...

JOHNNYS POV. 

I stood outside the Rovers trying to process what Carla had just said. She seemed to hat me. I'd just fully found out I had another daughter, successful daughter at that, and she hated me. She couldn't stand the sight of me. I decided to head home, not wanting to cause anymore stress for her or to cause a scene in the middle of a pub on a busy Friday night. 

I got home and I couldn't stop thinking about the fact that I had made my daughter hate me. My own flesh and blood. She hated the sight of me... she didn't want me anywhere near her or 'her' factory. I decided just to head to bed as I didn't want to mull over it too much. I'd go and see her in the morning, at 'her' factory. Maybe, having had the time to process the information, she would be a little calmer about things. 

I hoped that would be the case anyway.