Starring at the pretty pictures on the wall, Leanne Battesrby, soon to be Barlow, couldn’t believe how lucky she was. she lives with the perfect fiancé, and his little boy who adores her do pieces. Morning love his usual greeting to Leanne in the morning was recognisable. Want a brew? hmm can’t resist that now can I?! his voice high with sprit. Leanne giggles slightly as she puts the tea bag in the large mug with "best dad" written on the front. Leaaa? he says unsurely, Yes Peter? you wouldn’t take Si into school today would you? It’s just, its only me and Deirdre at the bookies today I want to get an early start? Humph. Okay then only because I love you!, thanks love! see you later! he grabs his coat, downs his tea, and leaves without pause. Simon walks into the room, proud in his smart, red uniform, Hi Simon!, toast or cereal?
Cereal!, a big smile spreading across his small face.
Leanne walks into the bookies were Peter is standing placing betting slips in the till. Hiya! Oh! Hiya love!, scared me then! I dropped Simon off he seemed fine, cute little thing he is! Leanne cries, Thank you for that! I'm so tied up here, after that flammin' Lewis stole £4,000 from us, little devil, could kill him for that! Yer, £4,000 of our precious wedding money! Leanne mumbles sadly. Don't worry Lea, i'll still give you the best time of your life that day! money or no money! Peter kissed her on the cheek, and went into the office, to carry on with the slips.
Bless him, Leanne thought.
Walking down the road Leanne bumps into Carla, oooh! Leanne! fancy a drink in the rovers tonigh? Ermm.. yes course! need a girly catch up, haven’t spoke in a while, how’s things?? Oh, I’ll tell you tonight! not explaining on the street ha-ha!, 7? yer.. sounds good see you then, sounding unsure, Carla walks of her hair being pushed back by the wind.
stunting in her high heeled stilettos, Carla Gordon, the lad magnet on the cobbles, had long black hair, a jet black stare and chiselled features, which made her stand out from the crowd, she's a tough, solid and hard 35 year old and loves attention. Having had 2 husbands, an affair, and a serious relationship, which all lead her down, she had pretty much given up on men for the time being. She works in a high industry knickers factory "underworld" which she part owned with Leanne’s ex, Nick Tilsey, but the business began to sink after Tony Gordon, Carla's dead but still married "ex" husband, burnt it down with him and Carla in it, Nick cheated on Carla renaming the factory and making it his own, while Carla was recovering and on holiday with her boyfriend Trevor. Nick is very manipulative man, always wanted his own way. So when he asked Leanne to be the manager of his new bar, she couldn’t say no, and after Peter had wrecked her last chance, she couldn’t resist.
Walking into the rovers Leanne met Carla, to Leanne’s surprise Carla ordered a large bottle of red. Carla poured Leanne a glass, then herself, drank it, then herself again. Leanne sat in confusion. Rough day was it? Carla lifted her head and stared at Leanne harshly. You could say that.. she murmured. She broke the subject quickly, so how’s the new bar? Yer good tar, the building coming on quite well, considering someone filed a faulty concern. Leanne looked across the room to were Steve and Becky were standing. Rats?! She shouted loud? Steve turned pulled a funny look, then a pint. Here’s the man himself. Nick was a tall handsome young man, and had all the lady’s going, Carla just looked at him and snarled, were as Leanne seemed to connect with him, starring right into his green eyes.
Walking back to the flat, Leanne is stopped by a tired Nick. Leanne, tomorrow night were ready to turn the lights on for the bar, then next week we can have our opening night its going to be a great success! Really?! Oh my gosh that’s brilliant! Yer, yer it is, we make a great team Nick says proudly. Leanne smiled and continued to walk back. A huge smile from ear to ear took up her whole face.
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