Never Alone || Carchelle

Carla

Hey everyone! Welcome to the new Carchelle fanfic. Just a quick warning this will be a dark one. There won't be warnings at the start of chapters as they will give what happens away. Please make sure you have read the trigger warnings in the story description before venturing into this story. But if you read, enjoy my latest work. I will update this once a week until it's finished. Feedback is much appreciated. I haven't watched Corrie in a LONG time and I have merged several of my favourite story lines into this one fic, so the timeline may not make sense when compared directly to the show. That's all for now 

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B x 

I jolt awake, a scream bursting from my chapped lips, echoing around the sparsely furnished room. My heart pounding in my head, the anxiety rising like a sea inside me. I could feel him.He never left, he'll never leave. Nausea jumps in my rolling stomach and my hand flies to my mouth as I frantically race from the corner I had fallen asleep in, into the nearby bathroom. Vomit spews from my lips, missing the toilet and I let out a tear filled groan. The semi darkness seems to close in and I desperately stumble from the bathroom, the half light of the new morning hitting my face, making me wince. I head back to my safe corner, the flat I used to once love, seeming more like a prison, taunting me with images of him wherever I look. Memories of us in love, we were going to get married and he... I retch again,shaking like a leaf as I bury my head in my cold arms and try to hold back the loud, heart broken sobs, bursting from my lips...

I wake again, blinking in the harsh morning light, hearing the birds chirping from outside. The doorbell goes and I flinch. My eyes dart around the room, my body tense again and my heart is about to beat itself out of my bruised chest. He's come back my mind yells at me and I stumble to my feet in a blind panic. I shove the sofa against the door, trying not to think of what he had done to me only inches from that door. The bell rings loudly through the flat again and I slowly back away from the door, until I hit into something soft and I scream and scream and scream. Suddenly I could feel his hands on me, feel his breath on my neck, hear his voice echoing at me from the shadows of the flat. My legs give way and I curl up into a tight ball, tears streaming down my face. Shadows appear, voices outside the front door, his voice taunting me. I hear a zipper being pulled and kick out, screaming.Someone touches my leg and I kick frantically "NO NO NO!" I yell,my voice breaking "STOP! PLEASE STOP! NO! LEAVE ME ALONE" I wriggle away, crashing into something in my way, a loud crash, the sound of glass shattering and the sound of people talking. Someones voice filters through the haze of sheer terror but my minds too far gone to recognise who it is. They say something and I hit out in their direction "STOP!" I yelp "Stop please stop" I whisper feeling the fight fading from me as the smell of someones perfume hits my nose. Michelles' perfume... The comforting smell of my best friends perfume slowly brings me out from that night and as my heartbeat gradually slows down, I can hear Chelle talking softly to me. "Carla? Carla? It's me Michelle. You're ok" She murmurs gently "Can you hear me Carla? You're here, you're safe.It's ok" Chelle states and as I let out a shaky breath, I grasp her hand, squeezing it. Michelle looks at me and flashes me a concerned smile. "Chelle?" I croak "He's here... He's here",Michelle looks at me, squeezes my hand again. There's a brief pause before she says "Who's here Car?" "Frank... Franks here. Make him go away Chelle" I whisper, my eyes darting around trying to see where he was hiding. Michelle lies down on the floor next to me,talking to me about random stuff, rhythmically squeezing my hand,grounding me and as the last of the panic finally wears off, I slowly sit up and Michelle sweeps me into a soft, comforting hug... Her perfume fills me nose and I quietly cry into her arms, the last of my strength finally leaving me. Chelle rocks me, humming a tune under her breath. We sit there for what feels like an eternity, Chelle stroking my messy hair, rocking me, singing childhood songs, until finally the tears stop falling from my swollen eyes and I gently pull away. I stumble to my feet and survey the mess in the flat. I'd hit into a vase, so that'd need cleaning up and the sofa had been moved from the door, so that needed to go back where it was. I bent down to pick up the fractured pieces of vase, trying to ignore Michelles gentle stares boring a hole into the back of my head. "Fuck!" I gasp as a piece of vase slices through my palm, blood dripping onto the white carpet. Chelle rushes to my side, grasping my wrist, which I immediately wrench from her hand, pulling my sleeves down over my wrists. "Carla? We need to go get this checked out at the hospital"Chelle whispers and I shake my head "Can't go out, he'll see me."I mutter. "Ok? Do you have a medical box in here?" Michelle inquires and I point to the cupboard in the corner of the kitchenette. "Stay here" she says and I gingerly sit on the floor, holding my hand against my chest, trying to stop myself from shaking quite so viciously. Michelle comes back a few seconds later,the medical box in her hands and she looks at me "Can I?" she asks softly, gesturing to my bleeding hand and I nod, looking at the floor. I bite my lip hard enough that it bleeds when Chelle gently dabs some wound cleaner on my palm, she looks up at me "You ok darling?" she asks and I nod. Chelle cleans my wound, bandaging it up neatly and then comes and sits next to me, concern plastered allover her face. I snuggle into her embrace, feeling safe for the first time since I woke up this morning. We sit there in silence for awhile, my head on her chest, listening to the sound of her heart beating. I feel her take a breath in "Can I ask what that was back there?" she says and I tense "Nothing" I stammer and Chelle looks at me "That wasn't nothing love". I pick at my nails for awhile avoiding her eyes "Carla?" I hear Chelle ask "Did Frank do something?" I let out a whimper at his name and pull away from Michelle, who grasps my arm gently and forces me to look at her "Did he hurt you?" I flinch and pull away sharply "Just leave it Chelle" I mutter. "No I won't just leave it Car, did he do something to you? Is that why you were like that when I walked in?Did Frank hurt you? What did he do?" "NOTHING" I scream "Please just tell me Carla!" Michelle begs "I need to know what he did.Did he hit you? Did Frank do something..." I shrink away from her angry voice, looking at the floor. "please stop Chelle" I whimper, she takes a step forward, looks me in the eye and asks "Did he hurt you?" I look away, take a sharp intake of breath and spit at her "He raped me alright? You got what you were after? Frank raped me"...