Two Worlds Distanced

Chapter 80

EZRA

As I get to the bottom of the stairs, I can immediately hear yelling throughout the house so I walk quickly towards my car; the screams become louder and louder that my ears are covered under my hands with haunting time creeping in from the day before Skylar died.

*Flashback*

"Did you seriously give me divorce papers?" my dad Parker screams out, "My drinking is not," he sips the last of his whiskey, "serious,".

I'm watching my mom pace back and forth with hands in her hair, "You are drinking during this conversation. I don't want my kids see you anymore when all you do is drink," she screams out as grabbing the bottle and dumping the rest of the whiskey down the drain, "You fucking bitch," my dad so loud that I almost fall down from leaning closer but feeling tugging on my shirt and look over my shoulder, "Ezzie?" Skylar says. I take one more glance at my parents continually fighting over who gets Skylar and I. I hope mom is okay because I'm sick and tired of picking up my dad's slack and bullshit. As I think about it, I take her hands to lead her back to her room.

Once pulling the bedspread onto Skylar, I give her favorite stuffed pink giraffe, "Goodnight, Sky. I love you," I tell her as plugging in her rainbow night light; even at ten, she still uses one, "Goodnight, Ezzie. I love you," she says in a sleepy tone.

*Back to reality*

I constantly slam my fist on the steering wheel as I remember every detail and word from the last time I saw Skylar alive. What she was wearing, a princess nightgown, Belle, which was her favorite princess from her stuffed giraffe that she has had since she was a baby but it got burned along with her, "AHHHHHHH!" I yell out and my knuckles turn white from gripping on the wheel too hard. I need to get out of here before Rachel or someone else still sees me out here.

...

I searched up the closest hotel, it's fancy shit and expensive but it was the only one that was at least five miles away so I sent the address to Rachel if she still has her phone and her parents didn't take it away like a grounded teenager.

* Rachel, I'm sorry* I sent the text while driving as I was still looking at the road. As waiting for a reply at a red light.

[Five Minutes Later]

My patients are running very low by the seconds so I sent two more texts.

*Please text me. We need to talk*. Then the last message was the address of the hotel as I pulled up to the hotel's parking lot, and it's completely filled from having the holidays around the corner; since I'm thinking about it, I need to get a gift for Rachel.

I park the car, grab my bag so I can quickly get a hotel room and try to get some sleep. I walk in, it's like a mansion hotel. I put the car in park, grab my bag so I can go to the hotel room and try to get some sleep; walk in and it's like a mansion hotel, "Sir?" a man at the front calls me, I go over there, "I would like a room for four days, please," I ask and hoping that there's available rooms, "We have a luxury suite available. It has access to the gym, the pool and the—".

"I will take it," I cut him off but he kept on talking while handing out my key, I took it and walked away.

...

I unlock the door, set my bags down on the bed and lay down to wait for Rachel; hopefully she comes around like seek out of the house with a rope down her window but her parents probably put a lock on it. I don't know, my mom did it when I was fourteen after she found a pack of cigarettes and rolls of weed under my bed and found out I was seeking out every night and pretending I was not drunk or high so my mom didn't notice. It didn't help much, I picked the lock with a bobby pin. Meanwhile,I  turn on the TV to kill time while waiting for her and set a timer for twenty five minutes.

After flipping through every cooking and annoying reality channel for the last twenty five minutes, the timer goes off so I turn it off, grab a change of clothes and hit the gym to get my mind off of things like Rachel but it's not as simple as I thought it was. She's not coming, don't come. I should've known she wouldn't just change her feelings like that. I change into a black tank top and black shorts then start going to the elevator; once I'm down, I go looking for the gym until bumping into someone, "Hey! Watch it!" I utter out, but obviously the man wasn't paying attention from blasting his music and not looking so I pulled out the earbuds, "Dude? What the fuck?".

"Well if you didn't have your music fucking loud, you could hear me," I admit, and he laughed, "Sorry,". He walks past me, and I roll my eyes then continue trying to find the gym. I open the gym doors, it's bigger than I suspected it to be for a hotel gym area; set my bag aside, and grab two ten-pound weights, instead of them and start doing bench presses. After doing at least two sets of fifteen each, I grab a towel from the rack and wipe the dipping sweat off the back of my neck.

An hour later, I slowly walk back to my room with the feeling of dying and sweat covering me; slide my key card in the door, throw my towel and bag on the floor once getting inside my room, then take off my sweaty shirt.

"Hi Ezra," a familiar says, I look up and Rachel is sitting on the bed wearing an all black outfit with her old and dirty converse shoes, "Hi. Um..." I shake my hair in confession, "What are you doing here?".

Rachel takes off her jacket, crosses her arms around her chest, "We need to talk since we didn't do much of that in my room, remember?" she asks. I can her lotion, it's vanilla or peaches, "Do you mean getting caught by your mom like we are naughty teenagers?" I joke around but she narrows her brows.

"This isn't the time for your jokes, Ezra. I want to know why you are here?" she repeated her question from earlier, "I wanted to see you like I said".

She nods slowly in conviction of not believing me, "How can I believe any word that comes out of your mouth?". I rush to her, place my hands on her sudden cold cheeks, "I know I lied to you. I know my mistakes under my truth but I never lied about loving you, Rachel. If I could do anything to prove to you, I will do anything you name it," I confess as wiping a tear away. I look at her, as much as I wanna kiss her, touch her, I can't. I just can't so I step back, "Umm...I-I'm going to take a shower," I stutter my words, start going to the bathroom and surprisingly she follows but as the asshole I am, I slam the door at her.

I slide my back down on the door, cover my face with my hands and let out a silent scream, "What the hell is wrong with me?" I silently question myself for a few moments then start the shower. But she probably left with hearing with the door being closed outside.