Two Worlds Distanced

Chapter 89

RACHEL

"Rachel? I think that's enough for now. You have at least fifteen different dresses to colors to length even with the last dress I got which is this peachy color but I got it for the spur of the moment kind thing. No more," I can hear Ezra whining behind me while dragging his tired feet as carrying christmas gifts. I try not to laugh at his expression, he looks winded and giving me a deviled eye look; In the corner of my eye, there's a dress that's like a mermaid shaped dress next to an old fashioned zebra printed dress. I feel Ezra watching me and my every move I'm making especially when I grab the zebra printed dress that's more ugly than my old prom dress but I'm only doing it to piss him off which works from him tightly dragging me away from the dresses, "Nice try. You pissed me off," he tells me with a cocky smile.

...

After constantly taking off of dresses for the past hour, my arms are starting to get tired. It feels like I'm working out dues to sweating but just with a bra and underwear, I take a glance to myself in the mirror and not quite such if it's the right one by the look of it on my body so take it off and pick up the last dress on the rank behind me with other dresses that were too much fluff and were not simple enough. I grab the last one on the rank behind me, and take a hard swallow at getting it on along with the constant flashbacks swirling through my head like a toronto.

*Flashback*

"Baby?" I turn around to see Wyatt with another drink for me, hands me it and I take a sip. I don't know why this good, I mean it's punch from a school dance but this is worse from the powdery aftertaste of it, "Good?" he asks, and kisses my cheek. I look at him, I can tell he's drunk from his cold bloodshot looking eyes that I can barely see the clear blue eyes, "How much did you have to drink?" I ask as I drink the rest of the cup and throw it in the trash can behind me.

"It's none of your business. Are you done with this dance? It's fucking boring," he barked at me and I roll my eyes to annoy him as forcing him to dance with me, "Come on, Wyatt. This is the last dance at our last school even we have together, let's just dance," I beg him, he signs in frustration, "Fuck. Fine," he scoops his hand on my hip as I place my hands around his neck, " Better?" he asks and I nod yes.

After the prom, I told Wyatt that I wasn't feeling good to go to the after party so people can get drunk and stupid so Wyatt suggested quietly sneak us in my house so we don't wake my parents.

"Shh," Wyatt whispered in my ear "be quiet" to me, toss me over his shoulder and walk upstairs. My body feels numb and cold at the same time. My vision is blurry until noticing I'm in my room, laying in my bed wearing nothing besides my strapless bra and black underwear, "W-W-What's going on?". Nobody applied, as rolling my head down, Wyatt is shirtless unbuttoning his pants, slides down his boxers and separating my knees with his knee, "This will be the greatest," he moans into my neck, "And I mean greatest night of your life,".

*Flashback to reality*

I continue sobbing into the dress quietly so nobody hears me, my chest tightens, "It's my fault. It's my fau—". My thoughts gets interrupted by someone knocking on the door, I don't even bother looking at who's there I just continue looking at my disgusting looking legs. I close them while holding the haunting dress tightly as I see Ezra crawling under the dressing room like a crab crawling then goes by me, "What's wrong? Is it the dress?" he asked.

I want to tell Ezra what happened but it's too much to tell at once especially with those green eyes just begging and battling at me plus the last time Wyatt came in the picture, he almost got arrested for assaulting him. I don't need another person in my life in prison, "It's just.. the dress doesn't fit," I lie to him which I hate so much, I look at the dress then back at him, "No it's me,".

"You are perfect the way you are. You could've worn a paper bag at this wedding and still be the sexiest woman walking," he says then stands up, looks through the dresses thrown on the floor and the ones on the rack before picking up the baby blue that fitted weird on me, "Try it on,".

After hours of shipping, Ezra had to fight with me about who's buying for the coming wedding next month. I think it's so special that Andrea and her soon-to-be fiancé Jasper are getting married on the second day of the new year. I asked Ezra if he doesn't mind if he drops me off at my house, but soon after he nods yes, I can definitely tell he was sad, "Is something wrong?" I ask once we were inside the car, and he shakes his head, "No. I'm just tired, that's all,".

"Honey, can you tell me what's wrong?" I ask, "Honey? You rarely call me that. It's weird to hear that?" He responds by taking a turn on my street that you can barely see the road due to snow but luckily and smartly he's driving carefully and not like a maniac. I have a love and hate relationship with snow, I love how the snow sparkles in the sunlight but hate how cold the weather, "I'm guessing it's the house with all of the penguins with different scarfs," he comments on the amount of blow up decorations my parents put up, "Embarrassedly yes. My parents have been collecting them since I was little," I acknowledged.

"Geez, there's probably like —".

"Twenty penguins," I finished his thought for him and we started laughing at how ridiculously and embarrassing it looks, especially with the giant one with the blow up snow globe, "I wish my house was like this,".

"Like what?" I question as he looks at me in a concerned way and I know what he meant now, his home. It probably hasn't been the same since Skylar passed away. Ezra slowly pulls up behind my mom's car, "If you want, I can help you with bringing in the gifts inside?" He asks, and parks the car. I know he's trying to stall so he doesn't leave but I don't blame him, I don't want this good day to be gone either so I nod yes and he shines one of those smirks.

...

As we were gathering, the last few presents were brought into the house quickly since it's already eleven o'clock. I didn't expect to come home this late but I did tell my parents that I will be out with a friend from high school but the only friend I was close to was Hannah. Sadly, she moved away for college.

"Rachel?".

I turn around to see Ezra struggling to bring the last presents in while trying to open the door. I laugh and help him out, "Here, let me help you," I suggest to him as grabbing the bags from his hand that's turning red, "Thanks baby. I thought my hand was going to fall off," he thanked me, I nodded and set them on the bed next to the other presents. I look at him over my shoulder, I wish he could stay but can't, "Hey Ezra, I think you should get going before the weather gets bad," I tell him.

Ezra shots me a look with sadness then looks at his phone, "Yeah, you are right. I need to get going. Have fun wrapping presents," he jokes as I start pulling all sorts of Christmas stuff like gift bows and wrapping paper out of my closet, "Do you have a little elf in there to help you?". I knew he was going to make a joke like that so I stuck my middle finger at him, and he started laughing, "Ha ha, very funny. Why don't you go right now," I ask him as he makes his way over and kisses me, "Okay. I will go. I lo— goodnight,".

I tell him goodnight myself then he leaves. A while later, I continue wrapping gifts until I can feel the tips of my fingers being cut from the edge of the tape and my hands getting tired from cutting and wrapping; I pack the last gift in the box that's filled with other pretty gifts than close the closet door so nobody can be snooping around. I take off my bra as plopping on the bed, my phone starts ringing clearly and loudly next to me.

"Hello?" I answer without looking at the caller ID.