Two Worlds Crossed

Chapter 30

RACHEL

As Ezra and his mother talk to and about Skylar, I walk away so they can have alone to say goodbye until the next hello.

"Raya?" Ezra taps my shoulder and turns around to see his glossy green eyes being red from sobbing, "Yeah, will you be okay?" I ask, rub his shoulder in comfort, and pull him in a hug; he smells so good when I feel his arms hugging tightly.

I look over my shoulder to see someone near Andrea; they talk until she tries to push him away, "Hey? Whose that guy by your mother?" I question, he gives me a stranger, sees that person and starts walking towards very quickly and angrily. When watching him, my phone begins to ring, I grab it, and it's my mother.

"Hi mom," I greet her.

"Hello honey, I miss you," she says.

From her tone of voice, I feel that something is wrong, "What's wrong? Please tell me," I beg as I smooth down my goosebumps when the cool breeze comes by, "Honey, I hate to tell you but we can't afford your college fund anymore," she says; the more she talks, the more I want to freak out of almost going to a homeless college or just lost.

"I'm sorry baby, I will call you soon. I'm so sorry," she apologized, but I know it's not her fault.

...

As I drop my phone back in my purse, from the corner of my eye, Ezra and the strangers start throwing punches that lend Ezra on the grass. I ran towards it, trying to pull Ezra off of him, but it's no use, "Rachel, sweetie. I was hoping you could don't, and this is a fight between those two, grabs me by my shoulder and tells me about what's going on.

"Parker! You need to go. Now!" She yells at him as Ezra glares at me with a bloody nose and a cut on his cheek; his father looks deeply to Andrea if they would fight for the last meal, "You can't just keep me away from Skylar. She's my daughter," he states.

Was, she was your daughter.

He rolls his eyes and walks away when pulling out a bottle of whisky, maybe his second bottle today, from the inside of his jacket to take a big drink. He's like the spinning image of my mother, and it's freaky; as I see Ezra behind me, wiping blood from his face with his black jacket when walking towards us.

"I know he was drunk, as long I've known him he's always been a drunk," she says,s, turns to Ezra, "Why did you have to fight him? I taught I told you to stop getting in fights," she stands in her ground and walk away from him, "Oh I'm sorry that Mr. drunk ass showed up without any invitation all whiskey smelling and thinking that everything is okay," I bark at her and go over to Skylar's stone. I follow him to make sure he's okay, but I just keep my mouth shut, dig through my bag so I can stop the bleeding on his face; I find a little pack of tissues.

"May I?" I ask when waving the tissues, and he nods. I sign, move his head slowly to get a good look at it, and luckily it's not deep but gently places the tissues on in, and he makes a face.

Sorry if this stings.

He stays quiet, waves his hand to tell me it's okay, and I smile; I keep doing it as well whit his nose, but it looks like it stops bleeding. "There are you, when you get back to your apartment, you need to put a bandage on your cheek," I tell him; he lifts his hand and carelessly rubs it, "How can you deal with my bullshit?" he asks with a laugh, it's the first I hear his laughter today, and it's so sweet like music.

...

When we head back to Skylar's stone, Andrea sees us and wipes her face quickly, "Hi sweetie, do you want to do it?" she whispered. I would stare at him if I were studying his features; straight nose, the dimples that run his mouth when smiling, and his piercing green eyes. Damn, he's handsome.

What?

He caught me looking, I smiled, "Nothing," I lied, and looked away. His hand moves my face, " I know I'm sexy looking. It's not a crime to tell me," he jokes with me and hands me the piece of paper with his mother next to him, holding his hand for comfort and warmth.

I grab it, "Want me to read it?" I sign, open it up, and I see is beautiful handwriting. I wonder if that's why he gives it to me because of the look he gives out.

"Skylar, I want to start off that I miss you so much more. It doesn't feel like ten years since you've been gone, it feels like million years and the more time you've gone; I feel a little be of me gone along with you," I read the first half, breathe and continue reading. In every hour, minute and, second if it counts.

"The guilt, the blame, and the worse I still carry, but I know you, Sky, you won't let me feel this way.," I stumbled on words when feeling tiny tears coming down, "I'm so sorry that my feet didn't move faster to be able to save you quicker, but the more burning, the house comes down, more you were gone. I hate myself for just leaving you alone; but somehow you have helped me in life by giving me an unknown person who I stall not named. I still remember what you told me when we heard mom and dad fighting, " Fighting doesn't mean they hate each other. Weakness or strength, they still love each other," even only at eleven you were still wiser when I wasn't." I kept on reading, Ezra could see it was even more challenging for me to read it, so he grabbed my hand and smiled. I don't get how the world punishes him with so much darkness and unhappiness, but it still brings me so much light and smiles.

I take a breath before finishing the letter," All of our memories are still clear to me, to you forcing me to play princess tea parties to play watermelon on the background slides. Skylar Quinn Miller, you will always be my sister, I love you and every day." I smile at the last sentence until I feel his hand slipping and walking away from us; I can tell that by me reading or even hearing his words to Skylar cut him in the heart like a knife out of his chest in terms of pain and sorrow.

"Ezra? Where are you going?" I ask, along with his mother in complete tears and yelling his name repeatedly when he drives away. I go by Andrea, hug her, and constantly tell her it's okay, but how can she be okay from her ex-husband drunk coming here and now Ezra driving away. Can this woman get one break?