This is my first ever fanfic. I have started it from the morning after the wedding; Ronnie couldn't find Danielle on the wedding night. Hope you enjoy it.
It was the morning after the night before for Danielle Jones. The morning after her mother, her own mother, had rejected her. The morning after she had repeated what she had done with Paul. Except it wasn't with Paul, it was with John or James, she couldn't even remember his name. She felt disgusted with herself but she wanted to forget. Forget the pain her mother caused her both emotionally and physically. Forget the rejection and humiliation. Just forget everything.
As the sun burst through the open curtains, Danielle slowly opened her eyes to unfamiliar surroundings. She thought to herself how stupid she had been, getting drunk and going to a man's house whose name she couldn't remember. She dragged herself up from the bed, untangling the covers around her and stood up. He was still lying there, asleep, so Danielle slowly gathered her things and left. She felt the cool air smack her face as she left the building. Content that she had picked everything up, she slowly made her way to the end of the street. From there she could see a bus stop, which she casually walked to. Her head flew into a tailspin of thoughts as she sat down. Had Ronnie found the truth out? Did she even care? What was she suppose to do now? Could she go back to Telford? What were the people of Albert Square thinking about her? As the bus arrived she snapped out of her thoughts and boarded it. How was Danielle supposed to know Ronnie was a mess, a shadow of her former self? Or that Ronnie had spent the whole night crying for the one thing she cared about, her baby, her Danielle?
Ronnie Mitchell hadn't slept all night, she had been simply staring out of the Queen Vic's window for the past 10 hours, waiting for her daughter, the one thing in her life that had mattered and she had rejected. Every blonde girl that went past made her heart jump. Jump at the thought that it was Danielle. As the twenty past eight bus turned up, Ronnie's heart leapt. There she was. Danielle, looking frightened, scared and with pain behind her eyes. Ronnie ran all the way through The Vic, through the double doors onto the street. She had to find where she had gone. She ran through the Square as fast as her legs could carry her and followed her little girl in the white dress. Just as Danielle was about to enter the Slater's, she heard a voice, a woman's voice, Ronnie's voice.
"Danielle!"