Chapter 1:- Time To Move On
Danielle sat on the edge of her bed crying uncontrollably, she felt so alone, she had no one, she had Stacey but it wasn t right Stacey didn t understand no one did. Danielle had been living on the square for about seven months now and Archie and Peggy s wedding had gone by with only Stacey and herself knowing the truth, Danielle wanted to be there, she wanted to be a bridesmaid, she wanted to stand at Ronnie s side knowing that this was right she wanted to feel loved, to have a mother that adored her and wouldn t ever let her go, to belong somewhere.
Danielle couldn t take anymore she was fed up of being treated like a doormat by Ronnie, she was her mother she was supposed to care, but instead she was horrible, she didn t care about Danielle, she had barely spoken to her lately just blank looks every now and then, that was all she got from the one person that was supposed to protect her, she looked at her like she was something on her shoe that wouldn t go away.
It was time to tell the truth, if only Ronnie knew she would be sorry. Danielle didn t care about the consequences; she wasn t going to be there. She had decided to tell Ronnie then leave, going home to where she grew up, in Telford. It was all that was left to do, she couldn t go on being treated like nothing; it was time to move on.
Danielle placed her packed rucksack under her bed, and looked in the mirror, her eyes were sore from crying, she had black panda eyes from yesterday s make-up and her blonde hair was matted from the way she had slept on her bed, she put her hand up to her head and pushed a loose strand of hair behind her ear. She wiped the mascara stains from under her eyes, and let out a sigh, this was it. Pulling on her jacket, she walked out the Slater s spare room and down the stairs, trying to be as quiet as possible incase anyone heard her leave. She tripped on Mo s dodgy toasters at the bottom of the stairs, she let another sigh it was obvious this wouldn t go unheard.
Danielle is that you? Stacey called through the living room door, her voice sounding unsure.
Yeah, just nipping out for a bit wont be long. Danielle explained clearing her throat, walking towards the door; she opened it and stepped out, breathing in the fresh, cold air that swept past her face, pulling the door shut behind her not giving Stacey chance to ask questions. Danielle couldn t deal with Stacey now she just wanted to get to Ronnie, tell her, then get the first train home, speaking to Stacey would make things complicated, she would want to be there with Danielle. This was her problem and she wanted to deal with it alone.
*First ever fanfic so hope it s not that bad, leave reviews and opinions on how you think I can improve future chapters or ideas you have. Thanks for reading.*