you're just as far in as you'll ever be out

holding hands while the walls come tumbling down

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"I'm going to kill her. I'm going to fucking kill her," Este yelled as they stepped off the Sunrise set. "What the fuck is her problem?"

Danielle pulled at her sister's arm, desperate for her to calm down. "Relax," she whispered pleadingly. "At least wait until we're in the green room to flip out."

Various employees of the show began to stare, whispering in each other's ears as the two sisters passed. Danielle felt like everyone knew something she didn't.

"Where is she?" Este continued to scream once Danielle shut the door to their dressing room. She peered all around the small room, nearly tearing the bathroom door off the hinges when she threw it open. "Where the fuck is she?"

"Calm down!" Danielle finally yelled. "Okay? Calm the fuck down."

Este took a deep breath and rubbed her temples. There was a curt knock on the door and Dan swiftly entered, closing the door behind him just as fast as he opened it. "Where's Alana?"

"At the hotel," Dan answered softly. "I'm already on it."

"I don't understand," Este sighed. "I don't understand why she's acting like this."

Dan shrugged and glanced down at his cell phone. "We'll figure it out." He looked between Este and Danielle, his eyes focusing on Este because he knew she would be able to handle the situation better than Danielle. "I need one of you to do some damage control."

"Este," Danielle answered immediately. "Please. I want to check on Alana."

Este rolled her eyes. "Why?"

"Something's wrong with her," Danielle whispered.

"There's nothing wrong with her," Este snapped. "She's being dramatic."

"Este, there's something wrong with her," Danielle replied, on the verge of tears. She turned away from her sister and wiped her eyes. "She's not herself."

"D, you go check on Alana, and Este, come with me," Dan cut in before the two could launch into an argument.

Este mumbled something under her breath and reluctantly followed Dan out of the room to do some more press. Danielle trailed behind and quickly hailed a cab when she got outside.

The ride to the hotel was short. Danielle frantically rushed to her room, but felt a feeling of dread wash over her when it was empty. She tried calling Alana, but nearly threw her phone against the wall when Alana's phone began vibrating on the nightstand.

Danielle went to Dash's room (two floors down) and pounded on the door repeatedly until he answered.

"Hey," Dash greeted softly, clearly distressed over something.

Danielle tried to push past him to get in. "Is Alana in here?"

"Yeah," Dash nodded, keeping his body against the door so Danielle could not get in.

"Can I come in?"

"Listen, D," Dash began, his voice barely above a whisper. "Calm down," he told Danielle when she began to tremble. "She's okay. She's sleeping."

"So then wake her up," Danielle pleaded, trying to push past Dash with all her might. "Move! Please," she began to whimper, trying to get out of Dash's grip when he held her in place. "Dashy, please!"

"I had to give her a sleeping pill," Dash confessed quietly. He was too afraid to look up to see Danielle's reaction. "She said she hasn't slept since she got here and I didn't know what else to do..."