Two Worlds Distanced

Chapter 118

EZRA

I grab Rachel's purple loofah that still smells like her vanilla cinnamon body wash. I love smelling that scent on her skin when I kiss that spot on her collarbone I know she loves; I'm such she wouldn't mind if I used some of the body soap myself. I lather it up and gently rub it into my skin. Of all the times we have been to this shower together, I wish this was one of the times.

It can't help when I'm utterly disgusted by myself just when she forgives me. I'm still keeping stuff away from her using the excuse, 'It's better for her.' It's a bullshit excuse because it's an excuse to hide things from people you love. As I continue my shower, I want to drown myself in my soars and disgust of a human.

I open the bathroom door while wrapping a towel around my waist and hear a slight gasp behind me. I smirk and turn around, "Here's your phone," Rachel hands me my phone; she looks like she had too much coffee. "Thanks," I kissed her cheek.

I take a step back to notice what she's wearing, a white long-sleeved shirt saying 'Let it snow' with a snowman and wearing plaid shorts underneath. Her heavy breathing is going rapidly as her brown forces my body more than me. I'm about a quarter second away from dragging her ass into the bedroom and having her drop to her knees, but I slowly pull my hand down.

My fingertips reach for the underwear brand, but she quickly grabs my hand, "We can't. My mother is sleeping in the living room,". I roll my eyes, "Remember, you're all mine," I lean against her kissing the spot underneath the ear that makes her groan. Rachel begins to walk away until I gently slap her ass, enter the bedroom, and close the door.

...

I clicked on Eric's contract and saw he had left four voicemails, "Hello," I replied.

"Hey. Finally, you called me back," he answers on the first ring, "Yeah, I was calling you about publishing something. One of the new publishers fell through because everything he wrote was written out of fraud, and he was supposed to publish the next month but couldn't. So your mother and I talked about you publishing something if you have anything written," he informs. I'm in complete shock, especially since the only thing I have written for Eric or my mother to read was a worthless paper I wrote during my senior year. I begged my mother not to submit them without my permission or leave my name on them, so I went as 'John Doe' instead.

"Look, I'm honored with your bullshit, but.." I look around the bedroom, grab my computer, go into my Word documents, click on "Before her," and sign, "I may have something that can be published, but it's not something to publish," I tell him. I hear him clicking on things on his computer, "How about I give you a few days to think about it?" he says in the other of him begging me, and I know for a fucking fact if I won't say yes, "Listen, why would you want me to publish stuff ? Especially what happened,".

Eric laughs for a few moments, "It was an accident, and either you and your mother weren't in a good place at the time, so yes, think about it. Congratulations, you are a published author. Happy Holidays," he congrats me then hangs up the phone. I throw my phone beside me and lie down to breathe because I don't believe what he says. I take another breath, "Holy shit," I repeat.

...

I open the door and can hear Christmas music from the movies that Rachel and her mother have been watching since she got here. I knew having her was the right idea. I call out Rachel's name while asking what she wants for dinner. I will probably suggest ordering something like pizza or Chinese food since it's getting late to make something until my eyes are ready to pop out of my head like a cartoon character, "How?" is the only word I can think of.

As she tells me that my mother came over and gave her the box of tapes, I remember my mother tapping every memory I can think of with mine and Skylar's childhood. She stopped doing the videos after Sky passed and hasn't seen any tape since then.

"Ezra meeting Skylar," Rachel reads the label on the tape, and it feels like reality hits me in the face, so I nod my head okay, and gently sit on the other side of the couch before seeing Rachel holding a yellow envelope, and ask her about it.

I know she's lying, "It's nothin'," her eyebrows only connect when she lies, but it's probably nothing and not my business.