Hey guys! This is just my take on the scene where Rachel moves back home at the beginning of season one. I'm on a oneshot roll, I've got six other PTTR stories sitting in Word, ready to upload!
Read and review, please!
Love Rhyleigh xoxox
Rachel Rafter wanted to scream, as she unpacked her clothes into her wardrobe.
She had been out of her childhood home since she left for university, six years ago.
And she was back- all because she was stupid.
The memories of her childhood home would never leave her- she could still hear her young voice echoing down the hallway. All the fights she had fought with her brothers, all the teasing she had copped from her parents. The jokes, the playful banter, the non-argumentative arguments. All the memories were floating around the house, waiting for someone to remember.
"Daddy! Ben pushed Nathan off the bed!"
"Stop it, Nathan!"
"Yeah, Nathan!"
"Ben, you eat like a pig!"
"How old are you, four?"
"Ooh, lookin' good, Rach!"
"Hi Mrs Rafter. Mr Rafter".
"Rachel has a boy-friend!"
"Mum! Make him stop!"
"Get off me!"
"Stop hogging the cornflakes, Nathan!"
"I can't believe you're graduating high school! The last time I blinked, you were a toddler!"
"Dad, Mum's getting sentimental again".
All the tears that she had cried, all the laughs she had laughed, all the jokes she had made- they were all in that house.
When she moved out, she thought she could escape that.
But, all because of one stupid mistake, she was back home.
Back to the bedroom she had grown up in, back to her parents who loved and cared about her, but didn't leave her alone. Back to her prying youngest brother, and the brother who had moved just next door. Her grandfather was in her brother's old bedroom, and she had gained a sister in law.
Her boyfriend, her first true love, was abusive.
He hadn't been at first- he had been loving and caring, treating her whole family to dinner on many occasions. He had bought both her mother and grandmother flowers and her father and grandfather cases of beer, and they hadn't seen through the act.
Neither had Rachel. But she saw the drugs and the alcohol.
Ice. It was a terrible drug, making people do what they never should do.
Rachel experienced it firsthand. She was lucky. She got away from it before it damaged her.
But he had damaged her.
"You've changed, Daniel! I don't even know you anymore!"
She had locked herself in the cupboard, but he broke down the door.
He hit her.
And she went home, falling very ungracefully into her mother's arms, sobbing into her shoulders.
The next day, she had gone with her father and collected her things from their shared apartment.
There she was. Standing in the bedroom she had grown up in- the same bedspread and raggedy toy rabbit that had been there the entire time. Her bedroom door was covered in the stickers she had decorated it in as a ten year old, and her mirror still had the small photos of her school friends around it.
She didn't know how long it was going to be until she moved out of her parents' house again.
But, despite the memories, she was safe.