Chapter 97

1 0 0
                                    

RACHEL

In the time I have known Ezra within months, I know and have seen many different sides of him. Some are good to melt my heart like sweet and romantic like giving me flowers. I also saw the bad to shred my heart with a single kill, like drinking until either hurtful things to make me crawl in a ball or tripping over his feet and punching something or someone. I hate the way he drinks or how much he drinks. Especially when keeping a bottle in the back of his car, he thinks I don't know that but I do.

I see the bruises getting more hurt, it doesn't look like the injury he would get from punching some douchebag; from the bruising surrounding his knuckles and how he hisses when I gently touches, probably broke it. I stand up from the ground, I have sat for not even ten minutes, it's like sitting on a rock hard. I grab a washcloth from the bathroom, the ice bucket and bring it over to him; drop some ice on the cloth and gently ice his hand when I know it's not going to help at all but maybe the small swelling. It's completely silent between us. Within the four walls.

I continue icing his hand a couple of times, until it looks decent enough for now. I ask him if he just wants to go to bed, he responds with a yes and nod; walk over to the bed, take off my nasty looking boots and crawl into the bed, it feels like sleeping on a cloud.

His gray tank top leads on my lap, as he climbs in the bed, wearing nothing but his boxers. I slip off my bra, sweats and slip on his top, I love wearing his stuff as much he loves me wearing them. I turn off the light when he puts his head to my chest, and my fingers find their way to his hair and start massaging his head until we drift off to sleep.

I wish we can be like this forever. In silence and comfort.

Two Worlds DistancedWhere stories live. Discover now