I finally finished editing Chapter 4, I hope you guys like it! Please review!

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Rizzo counted the house numbers as she drove down Rydell Drive. Twenty-one, twenty-two, there it is, twenty-three. Rizzo felt her heart leap into her throat as she pulled into the driveway. She checked her makeup in the mirror to make sure she had covered the bruises enough. Rizzo opened the door and slowly stood up. After over an hour in the car, her legs had stiffened. She walked around to the back seat and opened the door. She unbuckled the sleeping Margaret's seatbelt and slowly picked her up. Maggs was getting heavier every day and Rizzo struggled to keep her up when she heard a door open, and then close behind her. The foot steps got closer and closer, and once she was sure she wouldn't drop Maggs, she turned around. And there was Danny, as cute as ever. All spick-n-span with a gray suite and a neat hair cut. Boy, had he changed. He reached over and grabbed Margaret, then leaned in and kissed Rizzo on the cheek.

"We missed you, kid." He whispered before turning around and heading back to the house.

She followed him inside. The house was beautiful, 3 stories, clean, and not falling apart. It was the total opposite of her hell hole. Danny pointed to a door, silently letting Rizzo know Sandy was in there, and then turned into the living room, setting Margaret down on the couch covering her with a blanket.

Rizzo walked into the room Danny had pointed out to find it was the kitchen, and sure enough, there was Sandy, spoon feeding a pudgy little baby mushed peas.

"Hey! I'm glad you could make it!" Sandy ran across the room to Rizzo and gave her a hug.

"Where is Margaret?" Sandy asked, looking around and behind Rizzo to see if Margaret had been tagging behind.

"She fell asleep in the car, Danny brought her into the living room." Rizzo said, "And this must be Anne!" She walked over to the baby in the highchair.

"Yep, I was just finishing feeding her." Sandy walked to the sink and grabbed a wash cloth and wiped all of the food off of Anne's face that had missed her mouth. "Here." Sandy picked up Anne and handed her to Rizzo.

"Hey baby," Rizzo bounced Anne up and down as she walked over to a chair. She hadn't seen a baby since Maggs had been that age, and she missed it. As Rizzo sat down, Sandy started the coffee.

"So, how's life treated ya?" Sandy asked. She stretched her arm as long as she could to reach the coffee mugs on the top shelf of the cabinet.

"Good." Rizzo answered. Lying was so easy while she was contently playing with Anne.

"Really." Sandy turned around, she was dead serious this time. This shocked Rizzo, she didn't think Sandy would question her. She wasn't just trying to make small talk anymore. "I can see the bruises, I can hear the pain in your voice, and I can see the pain in your eyes when I ask you about your home. Whats going on, Betty?"

"Where do you want me to put Anne?" Rizzo asked, her voice cracking, trying not to cry.

"The nursery is on the second floor; 1st door on the right."

Rizzo walked upstairs, slowly. She turned into the nursery and slowly laid Anne down in the crib. She leaned over the side and felt the warm tears roll down her eyes. She didn't want to talk about home, she didn't want to think about home, but she knew Sandy wouldn't let it go. Why did everyone have to change so much. She became a wimp, Sandy became headstrong, and Danny became the perfect gentleman. Where had she gone wrong? She knew; when she met Kenickie, that night in the back of his junk mobile, the day when she told Marty that she thought she MIGHT be pregnant, and the day she told Kenickie she WASN'T pregnant. These were all mistakes. Would she be able to say them out loud without having to say them in between sobs? She couldn't cry in front of Sandy, she couldn't cry in front of anyone. She HADN'T cried in front of anyone other than Margaret, and now, Anne, and she was too young to tell.

Once she had gotten a hold of herself she walked back downstairs, stopping in the living room to cover Maggs with the blanket she had kicked on to the floor. Rizzo then walked back into the kitchen.

"So, are we going to finish our conversation?" Sandy asked as soon as Rizzo had crossed the threshold.

"Sure," Rizzo sat down, biting her tongue. "what do you wan't to know?"

"Are you happy?" Sandy set down two cups of coffee, one in front of Rizzo and one in front of her own seat. She sat down and starred deeply into Rizzo's eyes, as if trying to read her thoughts.

"The truth?" Rizzo asked, stalling.

Sandy nodded. "The complete truth."

"I am happy. I'm happy I have Margaret, I'm happy I have a roof over my head, I'm happy I have food to feed and money to clothe my daughter... and I'm happy I got back in touch with you." Rizzo answered, completely honestly.

"But are you happy with your marriage?" Sandy wouldn't give up.

"No, but I deal."

"Does he love you?"

"No."

"Do you love him?"

"...no."

"Then why don't you leave?" Sandy leaned forward, as if by doing so, she would hear the answer better.

"It's not that simple, Sandy." Rizzo whispered. "Where would I go? And with what money? And," with this, Rizzo spoke very quietly, painfully keeping the sobs back that were soon to erupt from her. "think about what he might do if he found me leaving." Rizzo couldn't help it anymore. With that thought, her pride and her dignity went out the window as she started to sob.

"Oh, Rizzo." Sandy stood up and walked over to Rizzo's seat. She put her arm around her and let her cry. They sat there for what felt like 20 minutes while what had been bottled up inside Rizzo for 3 years came pouring out.

"I don't know what I'm gonna do!" Rizzo cried. "I just can't take it anymore!" Rizzo cried even harder and Sandy rocked her back and forth, like Rizzo would do to Margaret to get her to calm down. Sandy had never seen Rizzo like this before, she had to find a way to help her.

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