Two Worlds Crossed

Chapter 27

EZRA

Once we head to my apartment, unlock the door, and I look over towards Rachel, who still has the shocked face, "Here are we," I directed to her when getting in, and she immediately found the bathroom, I ran to the door, but it's locked.

"Raya? Are you okay?"

I press my ear against the door to hear sobbing. My chest is getting torn apart, and having my heart falling out when listening to those tears, imagining Rachel curled up in a ball in the corner with tears floating down her face just heats up my blood, running through my being and wanting me to break down the door but I don't want to scare her to death.

What the fuck should I do when, if she comes out?

When pacing back and forth in the kitchen, my stomach rumbles, I'm hungry; I go to the fridge, grab the egg carton and a skillet to make some eggs, suddenly I think about what if she's allergic to eggs. I see my phone to start calling Lauren, and I know she hangs out with her.

*Ring Ring*

"Hello? It's Lauren," she answers.

" Hey, I have a question," I panic as cracking two eggs on the skillet and letting it sizzle. I can see her rolling her eyes through the phone right now, "Ugh! Ezra, I don't have time for your shit right now plus you were on your date," she snaps. Damn, she's more annoying than I remembered from when way back when.

"I know I know, I'm such a horrible person. I utter out since the last thing is we need, but I need is sending her to the hospital from poisoning her. Boo who! But my question, is Rachel allergic is anything like eggs or such?"

"Why are you asking me? Why don't you ask?" she questions again.

This fucking bitch, "Just tell me already!"

*On the other line*

I looked over at the stove to see my eggs almost getting burned; I took them off the stove and placed them on a plate, "Ezra?" Lauren says on the other line.

"Sorry, so tell me."

"It's okay, all I know is that she's allergic to shellfish like shrimp and cheddar cheese ," she tells me; as soon she does, I crack two more eggs for her, "Okay thanks. Fuck off," I laugh.

"You called me, so you fuck off," she yelled out and ended the call. I sign when checking on the eggs that look decent and place them on a plate. Suddenly the bathroom opens, and in the corner of my eye, I see Rachel wearing and maybe only my black t-shirt fitting her so well. Yet, my eyes scroll up and down her body to know that it reaches to her thighs from her chest, I can see her nipples through it, and they're getting harder by the minute just from me looking at her.

"Sorry that I'm wearing this, it seemed more comfortable than my dress," she says when pulling it down to cover herself more than it's working from her purple lace undies are catching my eye, "I-it's fine, I made some eggs for you," I stutter out as she walks towards me, grabs a piece of scrambled eggs and eats it.

"How did you how I like my eggs cooked?" she wonders when taking a seat in front of me and starts eating like a monster chewing its victim.

A while later, I looked at the place, and it looked decent, but the face Rachel made is still racing through my mind, "Rachel?" I'm closing up the cabinet and leaning on the counter; she walks by me with dirty dishes and starts putting them in the dishwasher, "Yeah?". I smile, toss the pan and spatula in the sink to start cleaning this place because, from the look of the mess I created, I'm such a fucking pig and wished I cleaned up before I bought her.

I scratch the back of my neck of deciding if I should or shouldn't ask about how she locked herself in the bathroom until I glance over at her looking at me like she was looking at my thoughts and soul with her beautiful brown eyes, "Wanna ask me something?" she questions, gently holds my hands to calm my shaky nerves," I don't know if I'm crossing the line by asking this but what happened to at the pool?" I silently ask, clearing my throat.

Rachel jumped on the counter, took a deep breath, "It was my mother calling," she mumbled without looking up.

Okay, that doesn't seem bad.

But when I said that, I noticed it's worse than I thought; I don't think I have seen Rachel like this before, all closed up and scraped to speak like if she was a caterpillar being afraid to come out, it's a cocoon, "Are you afraid to tell me?" I ask.

She nods yes.

I nod too, "Raya, you don't have to be afraid to tell me anything. I'm here for you."; she looks at me with a tear rolling down her face, but I catch it, " But you ran off the last time I was vulnerable with you," she snaps.

I walk away from her with the guilt with me, despite wanting to tell her that she's wrong. Still, she's right, "Yes, I ran off but only because I'm usually never be vulnerable with anyone in my life because the more you are, the more chances you get hurt," I admit. She jumps off of the counter, places her sweaty but small hands upon my face, "I will never hurt you and you can be vulnerable with me. Okay?" she applies as standing on her tippy toes and pressing her forehead against mine as well our heartbeat beat in one.

...

Moments later, we are standing in the kitchen with our hearts slowly open; I look into her brown eyes without noticing her eyes have a little green in them, so beautifully made for her beautiful face, " Raya, can you tell me what happen at the pool?" I beg nicely. She lets go of me, walks over to the grey couch in the living room, grabs a black blanket, and places it over her legs, " Come here?" she demands, and I do what she says; she signs when I can tell what she's thinking about what to say is hard to talk about, I grab her hand, plant a kiss on it, "You can trust me and I won't leave," I say.

She nods okay and signs.