Chapter 1
Ronnie's Pov
I just stared in disbelief, was she telling the truth? Or was she just some sick messed up kid that needed help? I didn't understand, I heard what she had just said but I just couldn't understand it. 'My baby's dead, dead and buried and you tour not dead and buried are you? I asked her rhetorically. She didn't reply for a few seconds. 'It was a mistake they got it wrong, your baby, me didn't die it was a mix up it said, it said that in the letter you got' Danielle told me in tears. 'I didn't get a letter my father did' I told her.
'Just get out! get out of my house , get out of my life! I screamed at her. She ran outside slamming the door. I collapsed in a heap. I couldn't take it anymore. I wanted to get out of here leave for ever and never come back. My baby was dead and this girl was claiming to be the most precious thing in my whole life. I didn't believe her, I couldn't. My dad he wouldn't have been that sick and she, she had told me she had family she told me her mother was dead.
She claimed she had the locket but when I asked to see it, she declined. She said that she left it at home. I didn't have time to play her games she wasn't my daughter and that were that. My daughter was dead, dead and buried I kept telling myself. I sighed. I ran myself a bath. When I stepped in the water it was very hot. So hot I felt my skin burning and going red. I didn't care anymore , I didn't care about myself I had enough of my life if I couldn't have my daughter then I couldn't be happy. My dad had ruined my life and now that girl had ruined my day.
I got out of the bath. I wrapped a clean towel around my body. I looked in the mirror I looked a state even though I was clean on the outside I didn't feel clean on the inside. I felt sick, tired and weak. I cried again. I hated my life, I hated everyone. Everyone I had ever met ever one, they have all betrayed me. My sister and Jack for example. Jack my ex lover had got my sister pregnant and they had a baby. My father, he took the most precious thing away from me. The rest of my family they believed he was a changed man but I never will believe he has changed he never has and never will.
I ran the tap I was cold. It felt refreshing on my hands. I poured the freshly cold water over my face it felt so good. It felt so nourishing. I dried my face and headed out the bathroom. I entered my room and dried my hair I then went into my wardrobe and grabbed something to put on. After I done that I headed over to the minute mart. I had no food in what so ever not that I was hungry. I entered the small shop and bumped into my father. I tried to ignore him but he blocked the doorway. 'Long time no see Veronica' He said smiling. 'Leave me alone' I said calmly but coldly. 'Oh come on V haven't you got a hug for your old dad' He said sarcastically.'No but I've got a punch across the mouth in a minute if you don't get out of my way' I declared at him angrily. ' Ah the same old Veronica moody, Angry and all talk and you wonder why I gave your baby away you and your mood swings it would have probably died anyway with you taking a tantrum when it wouldn't behave ' He said laughing. I couldn't take him speaking about my baby like that how he dare say that! So I decided I would knock that smile right of his evil face. I moved my fist towards his face it smacked right across it he stumbled backwards. 'And don't you ever come near me again!' I screamed at him.
I didn't care that people were staring, I didn't care. Stare all they like it would not change my views on him. Actually I felt better much better in fact, hitting him was like some sort of pain relief, and I should do it more often I thought to myself. I headed back to the house I didn't want to risk having another encounter with him he made my blood boil! When I got in I shut the door and locked it tight. The worst thing was the pain relief of hitting him wore off. I had no other choice. I turned to the bottle it was my only friend, and I could rely on it to do the job.
I had glass upon glass of Vodka. When I decided there was no point filling the class up when I could just drink from the bottle. I struggled to stand up a bit. When I got up I fell back down again and laughed and then my laughs became cries of self pity, I'll admit it I felt sorry for myself. Who cares I thought to myself I had ever right, every reason to I actually should be feeling sorry for myself I decided.
That saying It's better to have loved and lost to have never have loved at allwas a big whopping lie. To be honest I would have preferred the second option because then I wouldn't have to go through this constant pain or regret so who ever wrote that line must have never loved and lost someone.
I had totally wiped Danielle out of my mind. She wasn't my daughter she was just some girl who had gotten to close and was not right in the head. I kept telling myself that over and over again till I forgot about it.
My back was starting to hurt I was sitting up against the radiator which was turned on and my back was burning. I couldn't turn it off anyway I couldn't get up properly I was to drunk. But that was the problem I never wanted to be sober again. I liked being drunk it made me feel that I could laugh about my life on how bad it was and be happy about it. It didn't make sense but all I knew was that I wanted more.
I staggered on trying to get up. When I finally did get up after many attempts I had to lean on the side of my bed. I managed to walk a little bit, but I would call it staggering... I grabbed my purse and slowly walked out the door. I didn't want to see my father again but he must have left by now back to the Vic. I needed more booze and I was going to get it. I couldn't go to R&R's because Jack even though I hate him and he still seemingly "cares" about me probably wouldn't let me take any. So I went back over to the minute mart. 'A bottle of v—vo-vodka' I said my words all coming out mumbly. 'I think maybe you've had a bit too much' said Heather. 'Oh just give me the flaming bottle Heather!' I shouted at her losing my patients. 'Please I think maybe you should go home and sober up' She said calmly. 'NO! Just please give me a drink please' I begged her all my unhappiness coming back. 'I'm really sorry Ronnie' She replied trying to sound as nice as possible. 'Stuff you and your poxy drink I'll go somewhere else!' I said shouting heading out the door.
I headed back home I remembered I had a spare bottle in the drawer. When I opened the door when I entered my flat it was trashed everything was destroyed........................
Who trashed Ronnie's house and why? Find out in Chapter 2! Xx
