Two Worlds Distanced

Chapter 107

RACHEL

I can already feel the beams of nervous sweat running down my back and my hands feeling all clammy from holding them so tightly that they are turning red. I watch Ezra pace back and forth like he's waiting for some news from the doctor. I don't know what information is worse than finding out that the only person you have trusted has written a journal; or whatever he calls it about your life.

My eyes are completely glued to the journal on the table, I wanted to continue reading it and see more to wonder what else he has shamelessly decided to write; in words in those pages are a sharp knife to kill my trust in anymore even more that it is all already is. The journal is a one way ticket to fucking hell in every direction you would look. Every twist and turn, you would see demons hidden in the closet.

"Are you going to start talking or not. If not, I can easily leave right now," I snapped, and pointed to the door. He looks at the door for a second, and nods okay for an understatement that I would actually leave him but if I do, I know he will follow me. Seconds later, I get up from the couch and head to the kitchen. I reach for a small whiskey glass from the cabinet then go back to the room to grab the whiskey from the bedroom. As soon I get back to the living room, Ezra is on the couch running his hands over his face, "Drinking isn't going to help," he confesses but should be talking about his own habit of drinking his problems away.

I look at him dead in the eye when opening the bottle without looking at him and take a bug gulp of it. Since moving in, I swear this apartment is like an open liquor store from finding multiple different bottles of alcohol you can think of. My whole life is from a alcohol bottle. My childhood with my mother. My relationship with Ezra who both think they drinking their problems away it's the solving solution but here i am doing the same thing because I honestly thought he changed. I was wrong, "Start talking,".

"I don't know where to start. That's the thing," he admits.

"Start from the beginning," I answer back with plooped my hands on my face so I don't have to look at him because all I want to do right now is throw him, his stupid perfect face and the journal in the fire and leave but I can't. I'm way too forced on what's going on his empty brian to write something like, "Okay, started wiring in journals or notebooks soon after Skylar died to cope my feelings about everything," he says. I nod my head okay,

"I understand that you were coping about losing your sister but what does have to do with you writing something like this?" I hold out the journal and wanting to throw him and the journal in the fire, "Because what I have read so far, everything always comes back to the fucking bet and airport," I yell out when the rage of anger comes over me and throws the journal across the room, "What the fuck Rachel,". Ezra immedalty stands up and grabs the journal, "You had no business to read whatever I write, bitch".

His words get more sharp and painful when stomp towards him and slap him across the face and try to grab the journal from his hands gripped onto the journal more stronger and the rug slips from under my feet and journal 3 falls into the edge of the fireplace, "Look what you did," he screams, falls onto his knees, pick up a log claw grabber and lifts out the journal that's completely burned on the back of it.

"You fucking bitch," he whispsers to himself, loud enough I hear it, "Get out,".

"What?" I take a few steps back until my back hits the wall and this is what i was adfria that he will turn into Wyatt and leave a bruise on my heart and facelike he come closer that i feel his breath and his nussels flare up, "Leave. I don;t want you here.

I bite mu lips to silent my screams, and nod okay. I run towards the door, grab my boots, my jacket along with the car keys and my phone and head out the phone without looking back.

...

While driving in this shitty weather, I can barely see the road from the amount of snow covered on it; I would turn around but it's too late, I turn on my window shields. I hear my phone ring loudly, in a hope it's not Ezra calling me about saying the bullshit word that I know he does mean to say sorry for everything he has said in the hour and a half. I don't need to hear it.

*Ring Ring*

My phone keeps ringing so I grab it without looking at the caller ID, "What?" I answer with one hand but I grab it. I glarce up at the road, a moving truck coming my way, I grab a hold on the wheel and the car starts to move itself over the road, "AHHHH!!"I scream out.

"RACHEL! RACHEL! Are you there?".