Two Worlds Distanced

Chapter 93

RACHEL

As I get inside the car, I can feel the A/C blowing onto me and sign in relief that I instantly put my hands in front of the heaters to warm up. Ezra begins to laugh, grabs something from the backseat but I don't pay attention, just forcing on getting rid of the cold chill, and see a pair of gloves placed on my lap. The gloves are surprisingly different from how he usually wears black, white, only if his other shirts are dirty, light gray, White is my personal favorite, and his tattoos are so transplanted, "Put those on," he asks nicely as looking at me.

I look back at him then put them on, they are a little big on me, but they will do for now, "So dark purple, uh?" I question the choice of the color and he laughs, "Yeah, so," he shrugs his broad shoulders, I think they got bigger than the last time I saw or hugged him.

"Nothing. It's odd for me to see you in another color. You said yourself that basic colors are not solid to cover your tattoos up," I joke.

"Very funny. No, they are a gift for my mother; it's one of her Christmas gifts," he responds but as soon as Andrea is mentioned, I feel my smile slowly fading away from the way he talks and cares about her. He loves her. She loves him.

I wish I had that with my mother, if only a miracle like that would happen. Andrea and Angela are completely different from each other, especially how parently they are. I don't know Andrea very well besides her being one of my bosses, but Angela has always been the same overprotective and overbearing mother like she has since marrying my dad when I was twelve. She made me her maid of honor.

I feel tears fall onto my lip, they taste salty, "T-That's great," I whisper as I am facing towards the window and wiping my watery eyes but he still notices, "Hey! Hey!," he grabs my face to face him but I still pull away, "Baby?".

I stay silent to collect my wandering thoughts, hold his warm hands, "Please talk to me. What's wrong? Why were you walking in the freezing cold air barely wearing anything warm? You scared the shit out —", .

"My birth mother wants me to see me," I scream back at him without realizing I'm screaming which I don't mean to. Ezra lets go of my face, then sits back in his seat, "Oh, why is that such a bad thing?" he shrugs his shoulders, and starts the car back up, "She's insane to think after all of these years I want to see her. Also it's such crap when saying she's clean. S-She's clean," I clench my chest that feels like a tight knot.

"Hey! Hey!," he grabs my hands, rubs them to sooth me, "Come here, baby," he swings one of my legs around his wrist and I swing my arms around his neck. There's already beams dipping down my back from watching fleece pajamas and the A/C blowing hot air behind; the car is turning is into a fire but the fire that he is sending to my core is boiling more than the car. We lean closer to each other until feeling each other's hot breath together, I look into his gorgeous fire starting eyes and I don't think I ever felt more love for him as I am right now. Our lips slowly linge, his tongue sweep over my bottom lips as I grip on his hair.

He pulls away a little, "Are you sure? Because we can st–" I cover his mouth with my hand, press my forehead against his, where it's all sweaty, "Please. I need this,".

"Okay," he says when scooping his hand around my back, under my shirt and rubbing all over my back to give me shivers with his cold hand against my hot skin.

Meanwhile, we drive around the town and there's almost no cars around on the road due to the snow covered road and it's only eight in the morning and days before Christmas, people around here probably already have their Christmas shopping done. I only have half of my shopping done, especially if I still want to buy Ezra a gift if I still want to.

"Rachel?" he shakes my leg, turns the Christmas music down that has been on for ten minutes now, "Yeah?" I answer back,turn face him as he makes his way to a street filled with differnt food types, to fast food places to small around the clock diners like Denny's; anytime I see one, I remember the time we had a stupid agrement in the middle of the restaurant after leaving the frat party. I don't miss or never liked going to parties, even in high school, "Are you hungry or do you just want to start shopping?" He asks.

"Sorry," I apologize, "Do you mind if we make a pit shop at the closet store so I don't have to eat in my pajamas?" I admit and point at my clothes. Ezra shakes his head in laughter, "Oh yeah, of course. You don't want to mess Mr. Penguin on your shirt," he jokes and, '' I hardly slap his arm, "You think you are so funny but you are not. Just annoying," I remarked.

"Oh that nonsense is very cute and all, "he brushes me off, "I know you love how I make you moan," he unexpectedly said, I almost choked from biting my tongue and rolling my eyes. We are at the Target parking lot, I make a list on my phone of what we need to get and of whose gift is whose before getting in.

"Let me guess you are making a list," he assumes, and he's right. I finished making the list, "We need to get a gift for our parents, Alex," I started reading the list until getting cut off. I look at him, his nostrils start flaring up, "Alex? My stepbrother? Why? Why can't we just slap a fifty dollar gift card and an expensive bottle of wine," he barks out. I can tell by the expression on him at the moment I mentioned Alex, he felt defended, "Yes we need to get a gift because he will soon be your brother," I point out.

"Stepbrother? He's not my brother and I don't need another sibling," he screamed out that I jumped out of my seat, and I shove my phone in my purse, "Well unless he's not dead like your other sibling," I covered my mouth shookly. I can't believe I said that.

Ezra's face drops, watery eyes appear and turns his head away from me, "Get out," is the only thing he says.

I barely hear him. I can barely keep my hand down from wanting to slap myself for saying something so devilish and bitter, not sweet like chocolate. Bitter chocolate like my words, "What?" I asked.

Ezra doesn't either hear or look at me. Within minutes, no seconds, he gets out of the car; he swings the passenger's car open so strongly that it wobbles a little to almost falling off and I jump in fright, "Ezra? I'm so sorry," I tell him over and over again but he doesn't listen. He grabs my arm unexpectedly and pulls me out the car then slams the door to have it almost falling off the car, "Fuck you. I hate you. I fucking hate you. How could you say that, I can't look at you," he screams out and pointing a finger at me. I back away until my back hits the blue truck behind me as biting my lower lip to not cry but it fails.

"You," I wiped tears off of my face and signed heavily, "You don't mean that. I know you don't," I admit. All he does is grab my bag out of the car, throw it at me, then walked back to the car and begin to drive away without looking back at me.

I go in front of the parking spot, sit on the curb. He left. He left me in the freezing cold. I pull on the sweater I'm luckily still wearing, cover my frozen hands and try to dial Ezra's number but I just go to voicemail. I shove my phone back inside and start walking inside Target wearing my pajamas but I don't care, people in grocery stores shop in their pajamas like they just rolled out of bed.