· My Echo · A Mikey Fusco Love Story {COMPLETE}

• My Echo • A Mikey Fusco Love Story ❤ [8]

Do any of you even read my little rants before and after my stories? Haha. I know some do, but I'm pretty sure half of you don't! I was really tired this morning, well, all day for that matter! Haha. I passed out when I got home. ANWYHO ENOUGH WITH NONSENSE, here is chapter 8 of My Echo! :)

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"When something bad happens to a person, they never forget it. Every day they live their lives with the constant memory of what horrible things were done to them. They'll try all they can to forget it, but there are certain things that cannot be forgotten. No matter where they are, it's in the back of their mind waiting to jump out at any given moment. And as they lay awake at night in the silence and darkness of their lonely rooms, it slowly creeps out and screams at them, leaving them with no escape. The shadows from their past suffocate them with no mercy, eating away at all their innocence. You can't escape it, no one can. "

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 Rachel sat in her warm bed curled up in a ball, her body buried under the blankets as she silently sobbed to herself. She didn't know what came over her tonight, but it was like she had no control over her own body. She knew Mikey wasn't going to hurt her, but she was still afraid. It was four years ago, she kept screaming to herself in her mind, but her mind didn't care. Everything terrified her, because men had never treated her right. All of her mother's boyfriends were low life's, and beat Rachel any chance they got, but only one had ever raped her, and any trust she had in men left, went out the window that day. After that day, she was scared to breathe. 

"God, I'm such an idiot," she sniffled, wiping her nose on her sleeves as she continued to cry. After that outburst, Mikey would never want to talk to her again, or even be around her.

"Rachey...?" Came Sasha's small voice from the doorway and she slowly entered the room and took a seat on the floor in front of Rachel's bed, "Honey... what happened tonight?" She asked calmly, slowly reaching over and moving Rachel's hair back off of her face.

"Are you mad at me?" Rachel whispered, a small tear rolling down her cheek and onto her pillow.

"Of course not," Sasha smoothed, running her fingers through Rachel's long hair as she slowly sat on the edge of the bed and moved Rachel's head into her lap.

"But we're all worried about you, especially Mikey..." She began to braid Rachel's long hair, and Rachel closed her eyes. 

"I was raped 4 years ago," she breathed out, her voice hiccupping as she closed her eyes tightly; it was the second time she'd ever said it out loud. 

Sasha looked down at Rachel's scared face and tears slowly formed in her eyes as well.

"Oh Rachel," she sighed, leaning down and kissing her forehead, "Is that why you pulled your hand away from John last night, too? You're afraid of him, aren't you? Just like you're afraid of Mikey?" Rachel slowly nodded her head as she began to cry again, and Sasha held onto her until she fell asleep in her arms.

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"Is she okay?" Asked Mikey, as soon as Sasha walked downstairs. Her eyes were blood shot and her cheeks had tear stains on them. She barely even knew Rachel, but hearing her story, and listening to her cry, hurt her more than she thought it would.

"I... I don't think that girl will ever be okay, Mikey," She shook her head and John walked up behind her and wrapped his arms around her as they leaned against the counter.

"What happened to her tonight?" Asked Wanda as she rubbed Mikey's shoulder as he sat in one of the kitchen chairs.

"An anxiety attack was what happened to her outside, and when she pulled away from you," she spoke slowly, her eyes moving to Mikey, "That was something deep inside of her. I know I probably shouldn't be telling you this, because I'm the second person she's ever told and the first didn't even care, but you're involved in this now. She was raped 4 years ago, and now she's scared of you, of John, she's scared, hurt, and broken. Amanda messed that beautiful girl up, and I don't know if she can be fixed," Sasha spoke quietly, leaning into her husband and Mikey sat there in shock.

"Sc... scared? Scared of me? But I... I would never hurt her, I just met her," he struggled, trying to process the information he was just given.

"It's not just you she's scared of, Mikey, it's everyone. Sometimes I feel she's even scared of me sometimes."

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Well, now they know.

What do you think is gonna happen?

I miss Wizards of Waverly Place. ~Le cries in my lonely corner. ;(

Comments are appreciated. :)