Two Worlds Distanced

Chapter 81

RACHEL

"So that's how he ruin the relationship," I ended the confession by talking about the relationship well in small details about it because I don't need the Dr. Phil talks about my feelings and everything else, I rather eat a pint of cookie dough ice cream and watch cheesy rom-com movies but for some reason all I can think about is Ezra, "I knew something was up with you when your friend was over," she says as I look at my dad whose clenching his fist like he's ready to fight.

I nod, "How did you know?".

"A mother always knows when their daughter is hurting," she rubs my cheeks then pulls me in for a hug, "So tell me everything, how's work? How's school?" she wonders and I start telling her everything she wants to know with her questions. After they leave, I take a deep breath, wipe away the mascara tears and read the texts again and again. He sends me the address of a hotel, it's not far from here, as much as I wanna see what he wants, I know I shouldn't but in the back of my mind I will regret it if I don't.

I grab my book, The Great Gatsby, and start reading it to get outside of my head which is filled with all memories of us and replacing it with some great literature like Gatsby and Daisy. Moments later, as I try to focus on reading, I can't stop thinking about Ezra. Enough is enough, I grab a pair of black leggings, oversized black sweater along with white converse. I don't even put the effort of doing my makeup or hair, just throw my hair into a messy bun.

...

I run towards the front door very quietly until I feel someone staring at me, turn around to see mom with her arms around her, "Where do you think you are going, young lady?" she questions with narrow eyes and I begin to nervously sweat, "I-I'm going to the bookstore, okay?" I respond, grab my keys off the key rack, "Okay. Watch the road since it's getting pretty slippery on there,".

"I will, Mom. I love you,".

I get inside of my car, and immediately start getting more nervous because I don't know what I'm doing but I need some clarification about him for us; my head is filled with thousands of different opinions. Should I do it? Should I turn around?. I constantly question everything as I drive to the hotel that Ezra is probably waiting for me to show up. And waiting. I quicken up the speed I'm going on the road, following the annoying GPS and praying that I don't get a ticket for speeding especially in the condition of the weather.

Minutes later, I arrive at the hotel, rushing inside with only my phone on me; I walk in, it doesn't surprise that he picked the biggest and most expensive hotel in North Carolina. I go up to the front desk, "Hello. Can you help me with finding someone?" I ask the old gray haired man.

"Yes I can. Who are you?" he asks, checking on his computer to see what room he is in, "I'm looking for Ezra Miller, I'm his umm..." I can't say I'm his girlfriend if I'm still that to Ezra, "His cousin. I'm his cousin," I lie, he nods okay, "He's in room 187. If you want, can I get you a room key?" he says as getting something under the desk, as I nod yes and he gives me the room key with the number written on it, "Thank you,".

He nods, fixes his old fashioned glasses that are falling off his face, "The room is on the third level, take the elevator," he directs me. I walk it, press the up button, then wait for the doors to open. My phone starts buzzing, it's my mom calling, I hit decline and sent her a text instead.

*How's the library, sweet pea?*

*It's good. I will be here longer than expected. Don't worry about me. Love you* Once it's sent, the doors open.

I get off the elevator, walk in the hallway and even the halls are fancy as shit but don't know where the room is exactly so I go up to a maid that's coming out of a room, "Excuse me, ms?"

"Yes dear?".

"Where's room 187?".

She gives me a small smile, points at the hallway behind her, "It's on the left corner by the window, sweetheart," she tells me, I thank her and walk to the hallway, hopefully the key works in the door.

...

Once I'm in front of the door, I close my eyes silently praying that he's not in there; I slide the card in the lock, and it opens. Thank God. I slowly open it, check everywhere and there's no sight of Ezra but I can smell his cologne. The room is nice for a hotel. I miss smelling that so much; I grab the tv remote and it probably can take my mind off the swirling thoughts in my head. A while later, it turned off the tv because it's all about the bad weather and bullshit yet, I'm continue to sweat from the heater blasting throughout the room; the door opens with Ezra looking all sweaty and breathing heavy but heavenly of how fucking sexy he looks. Ezra takes off his sweat drained tank top, I need to say something, "Hi Ezra," I quietly and get all choked up when he sees me.

"Hi. Um..." he becomes speechless like I am right now, "What are you doing here?" he wonders. I slowly walk to him, afraid of being near him, he's like a spider web and I'm the spider being all caught up. I tell him that we didn't finish our talk in my room and of course classic Ezra makes jokes then says, "I wanted to see you," he confessed.

"How can I believe any word that comes out of your mouth?" I yelled out, he rushed to me as placing his warm hands onto my cold skin to cause a amount of goosebumps all over me, "I know I lied to you. I know my mistakes under my truth but I never lied about loving you," his voice breaks up a little then starts leaning towards my lips, I do so too yet he still pulls away with broken expression, "Umm... I-I'm going to take a shower," he goes to the bathroom and of what a dumb idiot I am to follow him to just get the door slammed at me.

What the fuck! Is it wrong with me? Or even us?

It's like we are afraid to touch each other, to even be near each other, as if one of us were a disease. Meanwhile, it's been already ten minutes Ezra went to the shower and I'm sitting on the bed waiting like an idiot, I need to do something about it; I tiptoe to the bathroom and luckily he doesn't know how to lock a door because there's been time that I accidentally walking his time in the bathroom or bedroom doing something.

I quietly step in the shower without trying to fall or make a sound; he's facing towards the shower to avoid the pain of his back with the amount of the third degree burn scars. I just gently wrap my arms around his waist, drag my hands down his stomach before he lifts me up with my legs around him, "Baby?" he whispers, I cover his mouth, "Shh, kiss me. I know," I cut him off and we continue kissing as he slams my back against the wall.