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

• My Echo • A Mikey Fusco Love Story ❤ [22]

"Fear can keep us up all night long, but faith makes one fine pillow."

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Rachel sighed softly as she stood in front of the front door that belonged to her past. The door was a bright shade of red, an intimidating color, really. For years, that door was either her prison, or her escape. She knew what stood behind the door, what wandered the halls of everything that was hidden behind the door, and the boring white walls of the house she had grown up in. She didn't know what would happen once her mother answered; a part of her, in the back of her mind, was screaming to run, to get out before it's too late. She shook her head and swallowed softly as she brought her hand to the door, her soft skin tapping the red paint loudly, causing an echo to pound through the house. A moment later, the door flew open and she came face to face with the past.

"We need to talk," she said firmly, her deep brown eyes boring into the eyes that resembled hers down to a T.

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When Rachel was just 5 years old, she remembered running around her backyard; she was a free spirit. Her mom would come home drunk some nights, and with random men, but she was far too young to realize what was happening. On one night, she remembered sneaking around the corner and watching as she saw glass flying across the room.

"YOU CAN'T COME BACK NOW," her mother was screeching at some tall man, with dark hair. Her mom had picked up a plate Rachel had made in Kindergarten and chucked it at the man.

"AMANDA CALM DOWN," he had screamed back, grabbing the hysterical woman by her shoulders as he shoved her against the wall. Rachel stood wide eyed, watching everything play out before her. It seemed to be in slow motion as she saw her mom grab a gun, a loud noise ringing through Rachel's fragile ears as she gasped, her small body shaking as she stepped backwards. The man was now on the ground, blood spilling from his chest. Amanda's eyes were crazed as they shot up to Rachel, and she pointed the same gun at Rachel's head. Rachel had let out an ear piercing scream, dropping the glass she had in her hand as her mom pulled the trigger just as Rachel turned on her heels, racing towards the back door. She was young, but she knew to run.

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"What are you doing here, Rachel?" Amanda snapped as soon as Rachel had stepped inside the small house. Her eyes fell down to the carpet that was placed neatly in front of the couch, covering a large blood stain that marked the memories of her past, making them all too real.

"I came to say goodbye," she said quietly, turning to face her mother who was now wearing an unreadable expression on her young face. Her mother had always been beautiful, and fairly young. Rachel didn't understand how someone so small, could be so vile.

"Goodbye? Isn't that what we did about half a year ago, when I sent you to Jersey?" Her mother's voice rang through the air like a bullet, but Rachel didn't stir, instead she let out a laugh; a cold, menacing laugh.

"That wasn't a goodbye, now was it?" Rachel said through her words as she stared at her mother, her eyes holding Amanda's brown orbs with an intense glare, "You didn't think that was it? That I would leave that easily, did you?" Rachel smiled, showing her perfectly, white and straight smile; it was an unsettling smile, her eyes glinting of revenge in the soft light of the living room, "You were sadly mistaken, mom." She took a seat on the couch, smoothing out her light blue skinny jeans, "Let's reminisce, shall we?"

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