Danielle stood with her hands in her head outside the door of R&R, she shouldn't have shouted at Stacey or at her mum, she felt so bad the look in her mothers eyes she really was just trying to help.

Danielle's head was spinning them last couple of shots had sent her over the edge, she knew her limit and at this stage she was well past it. Danielle was debating to herself whether or not to go back in and just run into the arms of her mother, she obviously did care.

Danielle's eyes began to brim with tears she had being so awful to her mother since the wedding. As the tears began to roll down Danielle's checks she gripped the wall for support as her drunkenness over came her..

"hey hey what's wrong??" Danielle looked up to see the guy she had being on the dance floor with. "oh hi, umm …" Danielle sent him a questioning glance as she wiped the tears from her face.

"mark" he smiled as he lifted his hand to wipe away a stray tear "I just want to apologise for earlier, I didn't mean to upset up" Danielle looked at the gorgeous guy in front of her but couldn't help break down.

"it's not you" she whimpered. "sshh" Mark took her by the hand round the corner of R&R. He began to stroke her face, telling her how beautiful she was… Danielle's heart began to race as he leaned forward kissing her as he pressed her up against the wall.

Danielle's drunkenness allowed her to give into temptation as she returned the kiss.

Marks hands began wandering, making their way up her dress.

"No mark please … No" "sshh" Mark whispered putting his hand over Danielle's mouth, Danielle began to struggle but with her drunkenness, Mark managed to over power her.

Tears began rolling down Danielle's face. "No, Please No…" she mumbled through her sobs. Danielle could see the venomous look in his eyes and horror filled her body as she tried unsuccessfully to scream, it was all her fault she had led him on, trying to annoy her mother.

The thought of her mother made Danielle, cry even harder as she tried aimlessly to breathe. "mum" Danielle tried to call out but mark gripped his hand tighter around her mouth digging his nails in. He began tugging at her underwear and violently ripped it pulling it down and began to slip his hand between her thighs "Sssh its all going to be ok" Mark smirked at her. Danielle lay motionless against the way breathing heavily, she had no strength to fight, instead she closed her eyes praying, begging for it all to be over.

Mark kept pushing her against the wall, she could feel the gravel scrap along her back and wanted to cry out in pain but as she tried he gripped her even tighter as he struggled to undo his belt. "please god no…" Danielle begged, as Mark violently pulled her onto him, still with one hand on her mouth and one on her waist he dug his fingers into her side.

Danielle could feel him inside her, hurting her as kept pushing harder and harder. Danielle felt as if she was standing watching herself as she couldn't do nothing, she tried to fight she tried to scream but nothing happened. Tears where the only thing Danielle seemed to muster.

Ronnie looked at her watch, ten minutes had passed and she couldn't wait any longer. She made her way over to Stacey, " you going to go check on her, Stacey ?" Ronnie questioned. Stacey was making out with some bloke, but she managed to pull apart to mumble at Ronnie "five minutes yea…." and went back to eating the face of the poor fella. Ronnie shook her head in disbelief, such a friend she thought, making her way to the office to grab her coat.

She had to make sure she was ok, even if she wouldn't talk to her.

As Ronnie stepped outside she felt the cold walford air hit her, along with an deathly silence. Ronnie shivered, pulling her coat round her and began to make her way to the Slater's, but stopped when she heard noises coming from the alley way.

"Hello" Ronnie called out, it was after one in the morning and it was still early for any one to be leaving the club. Just As Ronnie put the noise down to her imagination, she heard a whimper. Ronnie began to make her way down the ally, half curious, half scared. She squinted as she made her way down lifting her phone hoping it would provide some light and gasped at what she saw.