Two Worlds Distanced

Chapter 79

RACHEL

I pace back and forth in the bathroom, when trying not to freaking as well having Ezra here; Here in North Carolina and in my bedroom probably looking through my drawers to see what kind of underwear I have when he has only seen granny pants underneath his work shirts. Not cute.

Okay, I need to snap back to reality, see what he wants and ask what the hell was going on before coming here with a blackeye and busted lip. I grab a first-aid kit, and a handful of cotton balls then go back in the room to see Ezra on the floor rubbing Buster's stomach, "Oh you are such a good boy. Good boy," he says.

"It seems he likes you," I tell him, he looks at me when I set the supplies down on the bed and Ezra comes up on the bed with a pinching face as I apply cold compress on his eye, "Ouch!" he whines, "Sorry. So would you like to tell me how you got this injury," I ask in a harsh way, applying some ointment cream on his lip, "I fell on my face at the grocery store," he lies. I can tell by him looking at my breast not my face, "Hey! Eyes up here," I point out and we laugh a little too loud that I pretend to zip his lips and he gives me the imaginary key.

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After cleaning up Ezra's wounds, I go back to the bathroom with the first-aid kit as I feel my hands shaking; from those fifteen minutes of silence and cleaning, I just wanted to kiss his wounds to make them feel better and get way we left off but I stop my hormones thoughts and crash them because I don't think we can start where we left off with everything he put me though.

I stare at myself in the mirror with the desperate face that's placed on, grab a blue claw clip and do an updo look while brushing my teeth to make myself feel better; open the bathroom door to spot Ezra taking off his white shirt that's in covered dried up blood, "Look what you see?" he asks as looking his phone. How did you know I was staring at him like a dog drooling over a bone.

"I wasn't" my mouth becomes dry when trying not to remark every once of how hot he is. It's like God put extra time and effort into creating him with tattoos that you can see through a white shirt along with his shining  green eyes through glass, " I meant to say I wasn't looking," I lie again but he didn't buy it from me sitting far away next to him on the bed, a beam of nervous sweet comes down my forehead. He sweeps his thumb across it then drags his hand down to my cheek along with another hand, "Can I kiss you?" he whispers as lips lean closer to mine, I can taste his minty breath as our lips lock underneath each other.

I grab onto his hair and pull on it as I hear him groaning, Ezra swings my leg over his waist, "I love you," I say as we move up towards the amount of pillows, "Rachel?". Ezra and I both turn in shock with my mother standing by the door with arms around her; without a hesitation, I get off of Ezra, throw his shirt towards him, "Mom? I-I–" I try to say something but she silences me by holding up her hand.

"Stop. You," she points at Ezra, "Stand up and leave," she demands immediately, Ezra grabs his stuff and leaves the room. I run my hands down my face in frustration, "Mom! What the hell? I thought you were sleeping?" I question, "I was going to see if you wanted breakfast but instead I got to see you on top of some tattooed punk head," she assaulted of Ezra's personality, now I know where I get judgment, "You don't know him," I state as crossing my arms over my chest. My mom rolls her eyes, "I don't give a flipping fuck! I know enough, he's probably just one of those punks who drink and take away virginities for fun," she mocks in a harsh tone.

"Well news flash he already did," I say out loud, and she gasps, "I know that's shocking that we had sex," I can't believe that I just said that. I don't look at her in the face, but can tell that she's walking closer, "What do you mean, already had sex?" she asked.

I shake my head, "Meaning I lost it over a deal! Okay, he's not perfect like you," I yell so loud that my dad comes in the room, and begins to ask what's going on. I want to zip my mouth with glue but there's already too much said. As I sit down on the bed,  I can taste salty tears streaming down my face, my phone buzzes three times, Ezra already left three messages.

*Rachel, I'm sorry.*

[Five minutes later]

*Please answer me. We need to talk.*

The last message is a location to same hotel *It's downtown, the only downtown hotel that was affordable. I'm staying here. I love you*.

I read the messages again before shutting off my phone, he has already done more damage in my life than I can explain to my parents if they can even handle it as they stare and wait for me to say something.