Two Worlds Crossed

Chapter 28

RACHEL

Once we get to Ezra's apartment and it's open, I quickly run to him, asking me thousands of questions before I have him. I ran up the stairs and saw a door, and luckily it was the bathroom; I slid my body down the door with arms holding my legs and rocking back and forth until I heard the doorknob shaking, "Raya? Are you okay?" Ezra's voice is like calming music to my ears when trying to open the door, but I don't hear him anymore after a few minutes.

Maybe he's doing something or leaving. Wait, no, he can't do that and won't do that; he promises not to leave me, but that's what my mother said. She lied to me, and maybe he's doing that. People attend to leave problems like me. As I try my hardest not to remember the call from my mother, I can't forget the words, " From Raven Williams," the words whirl around my insides like a spinning top that's never-ending.

"Just Breathe, Rachel. Just Breathe, Rachel," I repeat to myself as well; my body feels so weak that palms are sweaty, the heart is racing so fast that I almost feel a light head.

Seconds later, I finally feel calm; I get up and look at myself in the mirror; tiny beads of sweat are on my forehead with cheeks so rosy, and I see a slight sweat on my chest. I need to get the hell out of this dress, so unzipping and it drops along with my purple lace bra, "Much better," I whisper to myself; I look around the area to find something to wear so Ezra doesn't have to see me walking around with just underwear on or even fully naked which hopefully he doesn't have to see me this way. As I drag through the laundry hamper with dirty clothes and stuff, I find a black shirt, and it smells like his cologne; whenever I smell it on his clothes or him, it brings me back to when we met.

I look through the small drawers for a hair tie or something to pull my hair away, open on a drawer to find a bunch of razors, toothpaste, and toothbrushes. Then I tried the second drawer, but when finding a box of condoms and a bottle of lotion, I quickly closed as being the shock of what I saw; finally, I found a butterfly claw clip in the third and placed it in my hair to get to away from my face. I put it on, it's a little short that you can probably see the bottom of my underwear, but I pull it down.

...

I begin to walk downstairs when smelling something delicious when only something more delicious, Ezra cooking shirtless, and my mouth drops. Why does he make cooking look so sexy? A month ago, I was just getting ready for college until now, me standing in front of Ezra in his apartment as he cooks; he glanced up and was unable to speak from the. Look at me, "Sorry that I'm wearing this, it just sees; it's comfortable than my dress," I say.

He smiles, "I- it's fine, I made some eggs for you," he stutters his words once again when placed in front of me, grabs the fork, and starts eating quickly to avoid any conversation with him because I'm afraid to tell what happens.

Rachel?

Yeah?

Once I help him with cleaning up the mess around the apartment, like putting away dishes and stuff, the thought of telling him about my past scares me and makes my nerves shake around my body until his hand gently holds mine, " I don't know if I'm crossing the line but what happened at the pool?" he asks.

I sign, try to jump on the counter, but of course, it's too short for me like everything else is; as I try three times, I fail, so Ezra grabs my waist and lifts me on it, "There you go, shorty" he smirks, and I smack his arm.