Chapter 2:- Things to do
Danielle looked across the square, the trees were blowing in the wind and the wind was brushing her face making her nose cold, turning red slightly. Bianca was walking along with tiffany holding her hand, they looked so happy together. This was all Danielle ever wanted for her mother to be there for her, but Danielle knew this, was never going to happen. She saw Roxy pushing Amy through the middle of the square talking to her Roxy made a good Mum, shame Ronnie wasn't the same.
"Roxy!" Danielle shouted across the street, going slightly red as she'd shouted a little bit louder than she intended, Roxy looked up and around then spotting Danielle.
"Oh hi what can I do your for?" Roxy shouted back smiling making her way towards Danielle.
"Just wondering have you seen Ronnie?" Danielle asked looking down at Amy, hiding her face while trying not to cry after mentioning Ronnie's name.
"Last I saw of her she was heading to the club, you alright?" Roxy asked noticing Danielle's still sore eyes.
"Yeah fine thanks, in the club thanks, must dash, things to do you know, bye" Danielle lied, there was only one thing Danielle Jones had to do and she was on her way to do it, she pushed the strand of hair that fell in front of her eyes behind her ear, then smiled at Roxy, turning around and walking away.
"Bye" Roxy said back to Danielle as she sped off in the direction of the club, Roxy looked down at Amy smiled and walked off in the opposite direction.
Danielle was prepared for what might happen, she was ready for an argument now, it wasn't what she wanted but she was prepared anyway. She wasn't going to stop, she continued walking fast, almost running slowly towards R&R, a small part of Danielle was scared, she didn't want to tell her this way but it had to be done, what if Ronnie got mad at her, hurt her. She couldn't think like this it was a risk she had to take, she was fed up of the pretending it was time she found out.
Arriving outside the club, she stopped leant against the wall, breathed deeply then looked down at her pink plimsoles on her feet, the fronts were all scuffed and worn, Danielle sighed, stood up straight and pushed the door open. She stepped in, and looked down at the lights on at the bottom of the stairs, it was silent no music, no talking, no signs of movement at all, the place was dead.
