Two Worlds Distanced

Chapter 71

RACHEL

When only having ten more minutes, I attempt to savor every last memory that I spent in the apartment, like the endless food fights and having to clean the kitchen for last two days from the pasta sauce being everywhere; I keep thinking moments as my phone continues buzzing in the cup holder, grab it to notice a bunch of messages and call from Ezra. I need to annoy them and delete him completely but something catches my eye so pull over at a gas station.

I click on the text message with the attached photo, and suddenly my heart stops beating, " 'Wow! That was a good fuck, and it smells like mint and citurs," it reads, I zoom in the picture, it's Olivia wearing nothing esle besides his shirt with his cologne. The only cologne he ever wears. I throw my phone in the back, bang my head in the wheel and honky horn starts going off as I scream out loud in frustration and pain, "AHHHH!" I scream out in the top of my lungs until there go out along with my guts then after a few more moments of screaming and crying, I take a deep breathe when continuing driving before Ezra and if he's not, he's probarly fucking a another girl.

...

I unlock the apartment when noticing it's already open, walk inside and there he it, Ezra sitting on the couch with a beer in his hands but I give him a dirty look in the eyes because I don't have the time to take care of his drunk sorrys filled with broken promises that he can't keep; rush to the bedroom to grab the rest of my stuff like school work and I shove them into a bag.

"What are you doing? Why are you packing? Your home is here," his voice is low and husky, "With me," as his last words shook me, grab my phone and scroll down to the message he had on the guilt trip, "You still want me to live here when you just had sex with Olivia?!" I yell as well showing him the message.

"Baby, it's not what you think. I promise–".

"Oh! You promise! You promised a lot of things to me, to love me. To never and never, hurt me—" My voice begins to break when tears fill my eyes with sadness, "But I should have seen this coming, you hated me and cheated," I continue; he steps within the space between us, I back up, "Please let me explain. I didn't cheat on you, I mean yes I went to her room but not cheat," he poorly explains, I nod like I don't believe which I don't, "I don't believe you. I need to get out of here," I zipper up the last few bags, place them by the door, "I don't need your explanation because I don't know what's true or not," I turn to face to face with him, "I don't think I can love someone like you anymore," I confused.

"You don't mean that. I know that you don't," he sounds convincing around the truth, and truth is that there's nothing truthful about him. I glare at him without saying a word and walk to the door, "Goodbye, Ezra." I said my last words to him, and closed the door leaving my heart behind with the only person, who I thought loved me unconditionally and would never hurt me the way my shitty ass ex did. But Ezra did it ten times much worse. Now instead of leaving me bruises on my skin, there are bruises leaving and marking in my heart. Black and blue bruises to never be concealed.

...

A while later, I drive around the city and about this time I can feel my eyes falling asleep on their own time; I see in the distance,  24 - hr hotel as much I don't sleep at some rusty old smelly bed with nasty walls and small bathroom, it's the only choice I have right now and it's only for one night until I figure out something else before I go home next week for winter break.

I pull up to it, grab my backpack along with my keys and phone, and shove them inside. Moments later, I ran inside since it started snowing really hard; looking around, it's so luxurious, especially for a hotel.

"Hello Ms, how can I help you?"  a lady behind the desk asks, I nod when going up to the desk, "Yes, I would like to book a room if that's possible?" I wonder, she nods as looking at her computer to check and my phone starts buzzing.

*Rachel, please let me explain. I know you don't believe me but please*

*Where are you?!*

I roll my eyes, delete the rest of Ezra's messages and calls that I'm not even going to listen to.

"Ms?".

I glance up, "Sorry, got a room?".

"Yes, we do. We have a opening of a honeymoon suite if you have someone else with you or," she suggested as looking back at the computer, "a room with a beautiful view of the city," she continue suggesting different rooms, as I think about it, the honeymoon sounds so beautiful, I need something beautiful under this torture I'm going through, "I will take the honeymoon suite please," I tell her.

Moments laters, after signing some papers and getting my key card, I walk to the elevator and press the 74th floor where they keep the fanciest rooms; as I wait for the elevator to stop, I take my phone out, and start texting Lauren to meet me here.

"Hey Lauren, do you mind if you grab my bags and drop them off, I will give you the address. Thanks". I send the message as a text from Ezra pops up

*Please tell me, are you okay?*.

As much as I hate to do this, I block him off of my phone as the elevator door opens and a charming looking man and I come face to face.