I decided to write a new fic to try and keep up ideas for my other two fics and to give you something else to read! I've written the first couple of chapters and think it's probably better than my other two fics but I'll let you decide lol. So here's the first chapter, hope you enjoy it!
"Please Ronnie, I'm her. I'm Amy, your baby daughter," Danielle pleaded to her mother to believe her, that she, the girl stood only meters away was the baby that Ronnie had secretly wanted all her life. She would get on her knees and beg if she had to; all that mattered to her was her mother and the unconditional love she had for her. But the look on Ronnie's face proved to her that she didn't believe her and that Danielle had tried in vain, but failed to convince her mother that she was the daughter she had longed for all her life. The little girl that had had Ronnie's heart since her birth, and was the only person who could change Ronnie, and make her the person she once was.
Poising her lips, Ronnie stared at the girl in front of her who was turning into a dismantled wreck in front of her own eyes, but she couldn't believe her. She just couldn't. Her own dad had told her that her baby, her darling daughter, her baby Amy had died years ago, alone and without her, without Ronnie, without her mother. Shes dead. Dead and buried. But here Danielle was, claiming she was her long lost daughter, the pleading behind her eyes was too much as Ronnie turned her head away from Danielle, unable to maintain eye contact. Ronnie watched helplessly, as her dad tightened her grip on Danielle's arms and Danielle winced as his touch.
"I…I have the locket Ronnie, the same as yours. It has a picture of you inside from when you were little. How would I know that if I wasn't her?" Danielle felt the tears burning behind her eyes, all she wanted was the mother stood in front of her, unaware that Ronnie wanted, with all her heart, to believe Danielle and hold in her arms and never let go.
"Shes delusional V told me all about her plan to become your daughter, ruin the memory of your little Amy." Archie's voice was cold and calculating, and the mention of her daughter's name made Ronnie shudder. What right did Archie have to say her name, the person who had taken away the only thing Ronnie had ever cared about, and he was saying her name like it didn't matter. Those words were too precious to be ever said by him, her daughter meant so much more than he would ever know.
Danielle felt helpless, useless and defeated; unsure of how much more of this she could take. She just wanted Ronnie to hold her in her arms and tell her she loved her, it wasn't much to ask. She had to stand her ground but she felt too tired of fighting, too tired for all of this, she just wanted her mum. All she could summon enough energy for, was a simple shake of her head, and a simple whisper "Please Ronnie…"
Ronnie suddenly felt a burst of anger. How dare these people ruin the memory of her darling daughter? She felt her blood boil as she thought about how scared her baby must have been and how these two people in front of her were trying to rid her mind of the one happy memory she had of her baby. But then, what if, what if Danielle was telling the truth? What if she was her baby, the one thing she had spent her life longing for? She remembered Danielle mention a locket, could it be? What if Danielle did have the locket? She would be reunited with her daughter, her perfect baby girl, and all her pain would disappear. She had to find out the truth.
"The locket. Where is it?"
Danielle rose her head, as Archie's grip tightened on her arm, hearing the words her mother spoke. Her hand instinctively rose to her neck where the locket had hung for so many years and she felt panic rise as she felt the emptiness of her neck before she remembered placing it downstairs in Ronnie's champagne glass, a few hours previously when she had been sure that Ronnie knew the truth, when her granddad had made sure Danielle knew the consequences of confronting Ronnie.
"It's…its downstairs Ronnie!"
Ronnie couldn't help but let out a little laugh, everything had fallen back down onto her. Danielle didn't have the locket; everything she could have had was gone again, in only a few seconds. And Danielle, she had caused Ronnie more pain than anybody else, how dare she say she was Ronnie's perfect angel.
"Please Ronnie. I put it in your champagne glass. It's…It's… in your champagne glass. I put in there earlier, please Ronnie; it's in your glass."
"Show me then. Show me this locket" Ronnie half screamed at the young woman in front of her, if she had this locket then…Ronnie couldn't even think about the consequences, and if she didn't then Ronnie would make sure Danielle was out of her life forever.
"Let's get you out of here," Archie snarled as Danielle started to scramble down the stairs, Archie's grip still tight around her arm. He whispered into her ear that she would regret this; Ronnie was a sick woman, she would ruin everything but Danielle knew she owed Ronnie the truth. Danielle managed to burst free from Archie's grip as the reached the bottom of the stairs, she ran into the Vic desperate to show her mother the truth.
Frantically, she looked in Ronnie's champagne glass; it had gone. Moving around the Vic, Danielle was desperate; tears were streaming down her face as she realised that the locket had gone and so was her chance with her mother. She could feel the burning glares of all the locals as her sight blurred behind her constant stream of tears and her hearing became muffled. The screams of Peggy Mitchell, the lies of Archie and the coldness of Ronnie's voice became merged into one as panic overcame Danielle; she had lost her chance. As she cried over the champagne glasses which were now spread all over the table, she felt a cold hand grab violently onto her wrist. She was forcefully turned around and faced with the screams and emotional cries of Ronnie, who was shouting things into Danielle's face. Danielle only caught words of what Ronnie was saying but the words she heard cut through her heart. Freak. Never see you again. Go home. She looked into Ronnie's eyes, pleading her mother to believe her.
"Please…Ronni…Ronnie, you're my mum…my mum" It was all she could manage. Danielle was defeated as she was dragged to the door by her own mother.
"Who'd want a daughter like you?" Ronnie spat into Danielle's ear as they reached the door, too much pain had been caused to both of them. Danielle felt her whole world collapse, as she broke down in hysterical cries. Ronnie didn't want her, she had made that perfectly clear, but she had just been humiliated in front of the whole square and rejected in the most painful way.
As Ronnie opened the Vic door, a sparkle from a nearby champagne glass caught her eye. Her heart skipped a beat as she paused, listening to the heavy breathing and crying of Danielle, before reaching out and grabbing the glass. She loosened her grip on Danielle, desperate to keep this girl in her eyesight, incase this was the locket she had desperately dreamed about seeing, as she poured the contents of the glass onto her open palm. And there it was. The locket. An identical locket that Ronnie had given away with her baby all those years ago. Shaking, she carefully released the clasp of the locket to come face to face with a picture of herself as a fourteen year old. Ronnie gasped as she finally realised the truth, before looking up to come face to face with her broken, distraught daughter, who was hysterically crying.