Two Worlds Crossed

Chapter 59

EZRA

As I listened to every word and way Rachel's piece of shit ex-boyfriend treated her, tears harshly falling down her face, I could feel my body freezing up with blood boiling through my body. Once she calms down, I get off of the couch and get my keys out of my leather jacket.

"What are you doing?" she asks when trying to pull me back inside, but I pull her away, turn around to see her eyes filled with begging and broken, "I'm going to find him and convince himself not to kill him," I sprit up without thinking; she slams the door, "No, you're not going to find him and let anyone else leave me because I was afraid to tell you since we barely knew each other," she begs. My heart feels like glass all suddenly it breaks inside me, as seeing my strong girl this way, places my hand between her face, "Okay. Thank you for telling me I love—"my phone interrupts this moment, grab it out of my back pocket, "Baby, I need to take this. Wanna start dinner?" I ask her, and she nods yes.

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Moments later, I walk away from the apartment and answer the incoming call ringing and ringing. Once answering, I hear many noises and people shouting "Drink! Drink! Drink!" in the background; I fucking don't miss going to wasteful parties when the same people and same watered-down drinks until your head feels like a brick being dropped on your head.

"EZRA!" Olivia shouts out through the phone, and I roll my eyes of forgetting to delete her desperate sex needed ass off my phone, "What did you tell her yet? Time is ticking. Tick to," she mocks as making clock noises. I clench a fist, digging my fingernails into my palms, "I'm not telling; it's too risky," I admit as still doing this pains me enough that I can't look at myself.

"Well..." she takes a long pause, begins to laugh as probably smoking pot or drinking any liquor she can get, "If it's too risky for you," she jokes, I roll my eyes, "I can tell her, maybe soon," she continues to joke, as digging my nails deeper in my hands that I can it stringing.

I look around again, "Don't you fucking dare tell her, I will tell her when that time is right,"  I yell out, someone opens its door and tells me to be quiet, "Sorry," I whisper.

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Seconds later, I stumble back my way to the apartment with my palm bleeding, so I cover it up with my shirt; I close the bedroom before Rachel comes in, go towards the closet and start throwing a load of throw pillows onto the bed. I grab a box filled with pictures with my two beautiful and memorable girls, Skylar and Rachel, never shown anyone these pictures and not even Rachel. I flip through the pictures of smiles, I smile until the smile quickly, coming across a load of cash from the deal makes me feel sick to my stomach.

"Ezra! Dinner is ready," Rachel yells out, stuffing the box back into the closet and covering it up; I hear light footsteps come up behind me and turn around, "AHH!" I jump in fright, and we laugh. Her laugh is so cute, especially when her nose scrunches up, "Sorry I scared you. I was going to tell you that dinner is ready," she says, trying to look at my shoulder, "What's in there?".

I look back at the closet, as my brain is screaming out the truth, but I annoy it, "Umm.. nothing," I lie, put my hands on her shoulders, "Let's eat, I'm starving."

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Sitting in silence and eating dinner, I look at Rachel to tell her something is on her mind as she plays with her food.

"Is there something wrong? Like did I do something?" I wonder, lean back to my chair and carelessly rub her leg, "Please tell me," I ask her, she nods and shoves her plate away.

"Did I do something? You seem quite mad after someone called you earlier?" she asks when I take a sip of water and scratch the back of my neck of thinking of what to say, "No, baby. You didn't do anything, if I seem angry or pissed off, just stupid deadlines of work and Eric yapping about them," I say quickly before a bomb drops out of my mouth, and she seems to understand by laughing. I love how cute she looks with her fuzzy slippers on as making her way to the kitchen.