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

• My Echo • A Mikey Fusco Love Story ❤ [23]

"There is a great difference between worry and concern. A worried person sees a problem, and a concerned person solves a problem."

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Mikey paced back in forth in his bedroom, running his fingers through his dark brown hair as he tugged on it slightly. Rachel had only left yesterday, but he hadn't heard from her at all today, and he was beginning to get worried. She had made it very clear that she would be fine, and that she didn't need him there with her, but he was the one who needed to be there with her. He had a very bad feeling about this whole trip, and he didn't want to be right. He let out a loud groan before quickly throwing his laptop open and purchasing a bus ticket to New York that was leaving in two hours. The perks of being famous, he thought, as he slammed his laptop shut and quickly began shoving random clothing items into a suitcase.

Rachel rarely talked about her past with him, and he didn't pry. He could see the pain that would wash over her deep brown orbs, and how uncomfortable she would begin to look. He couldn't imagine what it was like going back home, to the woman who caused her so much misery. As the bus took off, Mikey realized he had no idea where to go. Rachel had never disclosed what part of New York she lived in, let alone her address. He let out a frustrated sigh as he began to bounce his knee frantically, and an elderly voice spoke up from next to him.

"Well, who would've thought I'd be running into you again?" She let out a soft chuckle and Mikey turned his head, facing the woman he had met the last time he was on airplane, coming into New Jersey. He sent her a smile and a dry laugh, "You look a bit off, dear. Mind telling silly old me what's bothering that handsome mind of yours?" he let out another laugh, the dryness slowly slipping before looking forward.

"A girl. My girlfriend. Rachel." he said slowly, and the woman's eyebrows rose at the mention of the name, "She moved to New Jersey a while back, and we've been dating for 6 months. She... didn't have a very nice home life, her mother, Amanda, was... she was a witch..."The woman zoned out, her eyes glazing over. The names and the scenario were all too familiar to her.

"Say," she said, interrupting him abruptly; he stopped and looked at her, "The woman wouldn't happen to live in New York?" He nodded, "And was she 16 when she had Rachel?" Mikey thought for a moment.

"She had become pregnant with Rachel when she was 15, but yes, I do believe by the time Rachel was born, she was 16," the woman's eyes widened and she placed a hand on Mikey's knee.

"Michael, do you remember the first time we met?" The woman's voice was soft, but there was a frantic look in her aging eyes; he nodded slightly, "And do you remember the story I told you? About my daughter and grandchild I never saw?" She raised an eyebrow, and Mikey began to think, and then slowly nodded his head. He thought about it for a moment longer, and then his eyes widened.

"Oh my god," he said suddenly, his voice low, "You're Rachel's grandmother," the woman nodded, tears pricking at her soft eyes.

"I'm Deborah Tirado," she said after a moment, leaning back in her chair.

"Deborah, do you know where Amanda lives? Her address?" The woman nodded, but was completely lost in her thoughts.

"Rachel went back," he said slowly, and Deborah's head snapped back to Mikey, meeting his gaze, "And I have this gut feeling that it's going to end badly. If you give me the address, I'll take you to see Rachel," Deborah nodded frantically.

"Oh yes, of course dear, of course!" She exclaimed, patting his knee frantically.

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