An ambulance pulled up and Ronnie just melted to the floor in shock. She put both hands to her mouth and just sobbed in despair. She watched as Jack was put onto a stretcher and carried out of the club office.
The music had been turned off which Ronnie was glad about – her head was spinning. She wasn't 100% about what was wrong with him but she felt sure that it was her fault. She walked slowly behind Jack as he was carried out and whispered the words, "I'm sorry." But she knew that those words were of no use now.
Outside of the club, Ronnie froze as she watched Jack being placed into the ambulance and the doors slam shut.
"I WISH I HAD NEVER MET YOU, ALL YOU HAVE DONE IS MAKE MY LIFE HELL AND THEN YOU WONDER WHY I DONT TRUST YOU WITH ANYTHING. WHAT HAS HAPPENED IN MY PAST IS MY BUSINESS NOT YOURS." Ronnie shouted.
"YOU KNOW RON, MAYBE IF YA HADNT SHOUTED AT DANIELLE LIKE YOU ARE ME NOW SHE WOULD STILL BE ALIVE BUT OH NO VERONICA MITCHELL TURNED HER BACK SO THE POOR GIRL WAS TO FRIGHTENED TO TELL YOU SHE WAS YOUR DAUGHTER. THEN YOU THINK YOU HAVE THE RIGHT TO MOPE AROUND AND PLAY THE INOCENT VICTIM – WELL YOU HAVENT RON BECAUSE AS FAR AS EVERYONE ELSE IS CONCERNED YOU MURDERD HER, NOT JANINE" Jack shouted.
Ronnie walked towards him, tears tickling down her face and slapped him. "WELL YOU'RE HARDLY FATHER OF THE YEAR ARE YOU JACK. YOUR DAUGHTER IS IN A WHEELCHAIR THANKS TO YOU AND YOUR OTHER DAUGHTER BARELY SEES YOU AND PROBABLY WOULDN'T NOTICE WHETHER YOU WERE AROUND OR NOT."
Just as she finished her sentence Jack fell to his knees clutching his chest. "Ahhhhhh. Ron. Help me." He pleaded and she could hear the agony in his voice. Ronnie didn't know what to do, she managed to get herself together to phone an ambulance but that was it.
Ronnie hated herself, she knew she should have been comforting him but she just couldn't bring herself round to – Danielle and Archie had both died in her arms and she felt she was a curse when it came to that kind of thing so she found it best to stay away.
It was the following morning and Ronnie had her bag packed ready to go. She needed to get far away from her sister, Jack and prying eyes. As she placed her bag pack on she got onto her motorbike
What happened to Jack was all her fault – if it wasn't for her he wouldn't be lying in a hospital bed fighting for his life, or so she felt anyways. She was tired of getting abuse from her his family, Carol especially.