Two Worlds Distanced

Chapter 76

EZRA

As soon as I see Rachel stumbling out of here earlier than usual since she gets out of work at five o' clock, it's only a half hour earlier. Maybe she couldn't stand to be here any minute longer after reading that hurtful letter,I'm so fucking stupid and heartless to write something. I grab my shit, run to my car.

I'm out of breath when looking for Rachel's white chevrolet, which in my opinion is a piece of trash from the look of it but she's crazy to think it works fine. I look around the parking lot to see if it's in her usual spot by the closet entrance. I go up to it as warming up my hands by now feel like icicles. But she's not there.

"Mr. Miller?".

I turn around, to notice Lauren smiling through the layers of clothing she has, "What do you want, Lauren? I'm kinda busy," I bark and she rolls her eyes at me like she always does, "Are you looking for Rachel?" she asks, I nod yes. Is that quite obvious?. She puts on her gloves, "I saw her getting inside an Uber car a few minutes ago but didn't know she was heading to," she explains, "Oh maybe the library," she tells me as walking away.

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Once I'm at the library, I rush to the door even though I fall down on the slippery ground straight down to my ass twice. I think I broke my ass by now; open the door, and see boring Alex sitting by his desk checking his watch, but it's worthless to talk to him so I just go to the elevator to see if Rachel. I'm still so fucking stupid for doing it but I needed to. She's like poison but good poison to me. Moments later, the doors and suddenly I can breathe again to notice looking beautiful walking around something. I quietly walk closer and ball up my fists to notice what she's reading something that shouldn't be reading, "What do you think you are doing?" I yell out, she looks at me with a shocked face and begins to pretend she's not reading something  personally.

"Don't you lie to me. Tell me what you are reading?" I yell again, so loud to make her jump a little but she doesn't move an inch from her spot, I change my mind so I tell her to just do it to me but of course she's so stubborn with the word, no.

I wave my hand, "I'm not playing. Give it to me, Now!" I raise my voice which makes her jump even more and grips onto the journal with her begging over and over to tell her what's in there. The moment I saw her reading it, my heart stopped beating; the journal had every detail of our story in there, but I snapped back to reality as she tried to read it again, "Rachel. NOW!" I yelled a little and of course she does what she does the best, pushes my damn button, "Why do you have to be so stubborn?" I ask her with imaginary smoke coming out of my nose and ears of how anger I am as she steps back with gripping the journal and asking questions that I need answers but words are not coming out just anger, grab the fucking and only one journal to rip it apart by the bended spine, "What pages?" I deny, throw everything around with words on pages around us.

Rachel watches the pages fly as biting down her lower lip, "What is with you?" she utters out along with me loving secrets and lies which I did so well that I was someone who can beat the shit out of me and that someone should be me, covering me with bruises and tears apart. I look down, reach to my hair and grab a hold of it, ...

As I become more aggressive with my guilt and thoughts, I let out a chuckle without knowing of her thinking she's so much better than me, "What's so funny?" she asks as crossing her arms around her chest. Nothing but I don't say that as something comes over me, "It amazes me of how much a fucking bitch you can be when little miss princess doesn't get what she wants when acting so innocent," I mark my words. I cover my mouth, to a sign I sounded like the troll Olivia when insulting Rachel. I just called the one person who truly loves a fucking bitch over somehting stupid as a journal. I rush towards her, grab both of her wrists, tightly that fingernails suddenly dig in her soft soft and she lets a small wimp and words that hurt my heart, "You're hurting me."

I tilted my head a little, looked at my hands curled around her with nails digging in so tightly that when letting go, there's a slight bruise on her. I did that. I did that.

"Rachel?" I whisper, lean down and wipe a tear from her cheek but she looks away, "Don't touch me," she cries as rubbing her wrist, "Please let me explain," I beg her, but doesn't acknowledge me following her, she walks to the couch and start packing her things away, "Bab-". In one move, I feel a burning sensation on my cheek from the slap "Don't touch me! Don't talk to me! You made me love you. You made me hate you. I can't even look at you," she screams, almost losing her breath; walks away, goes up to  the large window that you can every building of the school and watch Rachel shieving and freezing walking outside.