A/N, so this story will explore how people react to finding out Danielle's true identity, especially the Mitchells. How will Ronnie act?? All feedback is welcome. I'm not very confident with writing. This is my 2nd proper fiction so go easy. I hope you like it, and Karaoke still to come!
Danielle had spent the lat hour getting ready for her Granddad's wedding reception at the Vic. She smiled to herself. This was one wedding no one would forget. Little did she know, anything to do with the Mitchell's was never quickly forgotten. She grabbed her locket from the mantle piece in Stacey's room. She was going to need this. She sat back down on the bed, twisting the locket around her fingers. Why did Ronnie hate her so much? What had she ever done to her that caused Ronnie to stare at Danielle with pure venom in her eyes? Danielle felt stupid. When someone gives their baby away, it's a good sign saying she wants nothing to do with her. And why would she? Ronnie had done so well for herself. She knew she didn't need a baby dragging her down. Danielle opened the locket and saw Ronnie's teenage face beaming back at her. An image she had faced many times before, an image which had sprouted a whole range of emotions within Danielle throughout her life. Love, guilt, resentment, anger but most of the time, comfort. She found herself sleeping with it on, holding on to it, needing to feel Ronnie close to her heart. This locket had comforted her more than anything.
Danielle closed the locket and placed it around her neck. She carefully locked the clasp and released her hair from the chain. Ronnie didn't need her, and Danielle wished she didn't need Ronnie. She needed to hear it from Ronnie's mouth. To be rejected once and for all. Then only would she find closure from the last eight months. Danielle couldn't help but smile as she thought of Ronnie's reaction at being confronted. She wanted to cause her pain. Danielle knew Ronnie was a cold person. But surely she would have to talk to her if Danielle turned up on her doorstep. She hoped that the Ronnie she had been met with at the abortion clinic would be the one she met today.
Danielle looked around and felt guilt engulf her. By the bedside lay a picture of her mother and father. Her real parents, her adoptive parents. She felt as if she was betraying her father by looking for Ronnie. She prayed every night for their forgiveness. She knew her mother was looking down on her. She couldn't help feel that she must be happy for Danielle. It's what Danielle wanted more than anything, and she knew deep in her heart that she would never forget the woman that made her who she is today.
Danielle always believed that a mother cannot always be defined as the woman that gives birth to you. For most people it is. They are the lucky ones. But for Danielle, her mother had died a year ago. The woman, who had looked after her, raised her, the woman who Danielle vowed she would be proud to be like. She had left behind a huge hole in Danielle's heart. Danielle knew that Ronnie could fill that hole. The part of her that needed a mothers touch. No one would replace her adoptive mum. But a relationship with Ronnie would maker her whole again.
Danielle watched the hands on the clock go by. This was it. Make or break. She got up from her chair and heaved her bag under the bed so no one would know she had packed. This was the final straw. Ronnie's word would either set Danielle free from Walford, or place a hold on her that she knew she could not, would not escape from.