Awww from the reviews given your such lovely people :D heres part two!

As the Moist, cold air clung to the skin on Ronnie's cheeks, she strode towards the Slater's house. To her surprise, Archie was not in sight to drag her down, to stop her doing things she wanted to do. As Ronnie's mind had wandered off into a completely different direction it took time to consolidate to herself that she was at the front of Danielle's door. As she raised her hand onto the gold plated metal she forcefully slammed the door knocker against the door loud enough for the whole street to hear. "Come on, come on!" She whispered under her breath, feeling slightly agitated. Her whole body jumped as the flickering of the hallway light turned on. "ALRIGHT KEEP YA HAIR ON!" Stacey's sarcastic dig made Ronnie bite her lip in annoyance. Unbolting the door, Stacey revealed herself to Ronnie in a woolly dressing gown. It didn't even occur to Ronnie just how late it was, she was almost about to make a sarcastic comment about her never seeing Stacey out of the usual short skirts and tight T- shirts but knew it would only make situations harder between them, after all a new start with everyone is what Ronnie had a new determination for.

"Yeah?" Stacey rudely asked as she hung out from the front door making damn well sure Ronnie wasn't coming in. "Danielle, I'm looking for Danielle is she in?" Ronnie's voice sounded calm and in control. She had had it with people pushing against her. "No she's not and if you truly did care about her you would of known she's been at home in Telford for a whole week." Stacey's eyebrows dipped as she scowled at the blonde in front of her. Exhaling loudly Ronnie was set on keeping the matter cool. "I've just been busy Stacey. Now could you please, just tell me when she's –" Ronnie was no longer able to finish off her sentence as she was cut off by Danielle's best friend. "Busy? Like the time she needed you at the appointment? Yeah, you know what Ronnie just get lost, find someone else to use because Danielle's a decent girl who deserves better then to be treated like dirt on the bottom of the Mitchell's shoes!" Ronnie had no time to reply as the front door almost hit her across the face to make a large slamming noise to wake up the residents of Walford.

Stepping off the train, Danielle flicked her hair back in position to allow her to pull the uncomfortably heavy rucksack onto her back. Taking in her surroundings she sighed and started to reconsider going straight back to Telford, but she knew Walford had pathetically crept into Danielle's chain of thoughts for her to class it as her home. Her home in which she now hated. She never regretted going back to Telford as her thoughts were a lot more clear. She now knew that it was time for her to grow a backbone, show people who she really is, her Mitchell side of her was ready to come out and play, but yet, like always, only one factor has enough natural power to break this backbone. Her mother. Staying in Telford also helped Danielle to really think about her mother's character. She was now fully aware that Ronnie couldn't trust anyone but herself and that trying to spend time with her was a no go option. For now. As the train began to move again Danielle walked towards the exit of the station where she was to begin round two of her dream.

After being rudely rejected by Stacey, Ronnie decided to take a seat on Arthur's bench. Although it was the centre of Albert Square for everyone to see, people were always drawn to the area when they were upset or angry. Taking a seat onto the bench, Ronnie was finally opening up in front of the public as a flow of tears trickled down her cheek which caused the burning desire to pull her locket close to her heart. "Why couldn't you just be hear with me?" She whispered as she raised her hand to scoop away the tears which was making her mascara run. It wasn't long until her head was being cupped into her two hands in sadness.

Danielle had now hobbled out of the station she had no idea how much she took with her in her escape to freedom. Knowing full well that the street she had come out onto was where her mother lived she kept her head down staring at the cracks in the pavement. All she wanted to do was go home to the Slater's and just start fresh tomorrow, seeing her mothers house would only spiral herself into depression. Taking longer then she had wished with her heavy baggage, Danielle was pleased to be almost home after the boring journey in the dark. The square was a lot more quiet then usual. Usually you could hear the juke box playing from the Vic or people coming out of R&R. But not tonight. Throughout her whole journey nothing had been important enough to stop her in her tracks, until she heard quiet sobbing coming from around Arthur's bench. Standing behind the metal bars, Danielle slowly tilted her head around the bushes to find out who was in such a sad state. And it was then, it was then that Danielle felt that confusing heart melting, heart breaking feeling inside of her. Ronnie Mitchell, her mother, the ice Queen was sobbing right in front of her. It was a sight she had never seen before. Such a rare moment. Her heart was telling Danielle to run up to her, tell her mother everything is going to be alright. But her brain was being realistic. Thinking back to the time at Halloween when her mum ran home as she chased after her only to be hurled with abuse and rudeness. She clenched onto the railings, physically stopping herself from something like this happening. Her head shook from side to side hoping the images would fall out of her head. Pushing away from the railings, Danielle forced her way back to the Slater's, away from Ronnie and away from rejection.