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

• My Echo • A Mikey Fusco Love Story ❤ [24]

Beware my lovies, tom I am going to be one pissed off, sad mother fucker because One Direction will be in town performing a concert and I couldn't get tickets.

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"A moment lasts all of a second, but the memory lives on forever."

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Rachel stared into the cold eyes of her mother, and couldn't help but wonder what she had ever done to deserve her hate.

"So tell me, Amanda," Rachel started, her voice thick with despise as she kept a hard stare, holding her mother's eyes to hers, "What did I ever do to you, to deserve such a shitty mother?" Her voice was dry, no emotion escaping her full lips what-so-ever, "I mean, you were the slut who went around fucking everything with a penis, it was your fault you got pregnant with me, you were the slut, not me," her mother's hand raised but Rachel gripped it tightly, still letting no emotion escape her eyes.

"You have no right to talk to me, your mother, like that," Amanda snapped, her voice raising an octave. Rachel let a sinister smile play on her lips as she dug her perfectly manicured nails into her mother's wrist.

"You never treated me as your daughter, so excuse me for not treating you as my mother. Now before I continue," she loosened her grip and let her mother's wrist fall, "There will be no hitting. You raise your hand once," she paused for a moment before slowly reaching into the bag she had around her shoulder pulling out a small gun; Amanda gasped slightly, "And it's over for you. And don't think I won't do it, because I will. I had to deal with your shit, and you not caring, and you almost killing me at least once a year, so believe me when I say I will not hesitate when it comes to pulling this trigger," her hands didn't shake one bit as she moved her finger over the trigger, holding the gun tightly.

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Rachel was 14 when she had been raped, and the memory would never seem to go away. She remembered coming home late one night, and her eyes falling upon her passed out mother on the couch. A small sigh had escaped her lips as she walked over to the couch, and delicately placed a soft blanket over her mother's unconscious figure.

"I don't even know why I try," she had sighed as she made her way into the kitchen, but quickly stopped when her eyes fell upon a man who looked to be in his thirties. The man turned around, a sloppy smile spreading on his somewhat aged face.

"Well hello there, darling," he slurred as he leaned against the counter, taking a swig from the beer in his hand.

"Hello," she said softly, her eyes falling to the floor. The man pushed himself off the counter and walked up to her, stroking her hair back.

"You're a lovely little thing," his husky voice cooed as his hand traveled down farther; her eyes widened in fear and she went to run, but he pulled her back, "Not so fast, dear, your mom promised me a good time and since she's passed out on the couch, I guess I'll just have to have that good time with you," his strong arms had wrapped around her helpless body and had begun yanking her up the stairs.

"STOP!" Her small voice had wailed, but he only grunted and pulled harder until she had been thrown against a bed, "Stop," she whimpered, cold tears streaming down her youthful face in a waterfall as she tried to fight; but he was too strong, and she was too weak.

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Rachel held onto the gun tighter as she recalled the story, telling it to her mother's fear stricken face.

"And where were you?" Rachel's voice was as cold as ice, "Passed out on the couch, while I was being raped," her words rang through the air like a bullet, and Rachel moved her finger from the trigger, but continued her tight grip on the gun, "And you didn't even care when I told you it happened." Rachel shook her head, swallowing softly as she bit back the rage that was building in her throat.

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OH SHIT. RACHEL'S GOT A GUN.

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