Behind the red tinted cellophane: chapter 2
Today Reject lay curled up on the dingy grey couch not sleeping but rather thinking about what was going to happen today.
Though it was a little early in the day to be thinking about it, Reject would spend a majority of her time thinking about nearly everything until she either couldn't sit still anymore or until B got too frustrated and slammed his fist into her head.
And today it would be the latter of the two when B's boney white knuckles made immediate contact with her forehead sending her flying off the couch and on to the floor at B's feet
"Ow!...ok B what do you need?" the girl grunted looking up from the floor rubbing her sore forehead.
"We're out of jam…Go buy some" B's voice was sharp, quick and to the point as he picked up Reject by the collar and hoisted her on to her feet, shoved a handful of 20s into her pocket and pushed her out the door to the apartment without another word.
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Reject walked down the sidewalk from the apartment building wearing her usual attire which consisted of a long black leather trench, a red ball cap and her oversized headphones.
One of her most valued things in life was her music and she especially enjoyed it while walking.
She arrived at the local 'Stop 'N' Shop' the place was practically empty except for the store clerk who was paying attention to his porno magazine then the rest of the store, and another young women who Reject had never seen before.
Judging by how she was dressed it was obvious that she wasn't from this area, her leather jacket looked way too expensive to have been bought at any of the near by shops and her ebony colored hair was perfectly straight.
Although Reject wasn't homosexual in any way but she couldn't help but find this women attractive but Reject simply dismissed this and continued on with her job.
When she got to the cash she had about a dozen jars of strawberry jam and the clerk of course gave the typical rolling of the eyes at the amount of jam that had been placed on the counter.
"You must really like jam" a voice from behind said causing Reject to freeze up instantly then slowly gaze over her shoulder, it was the young women from before and Reject turned around.
"It's my roommate that mainly eats it, I myself can barely stomach it…of course you know what they say 'Goats will eat just about everything'" Reject laughed earning a smile from the young women.
"Alright is that everything miss?" the man behind the counter asked in a very bored tone causing Reject to roll her eyes at him "No hold on" She said going back down the isle and coming back with a small jar of peanut butter.
"I need to eat too…I'm sure he can survive with one jar less of his precious jam" she smiled and paid for her things and walked out of the store. She walked down the sidewalk, seemingly in a better mood then she was when she left that afternoon.
"Umm…excuse me" a voice called out from behind Reject again and sure from the same ebon colored haired young women from before. Reject turned and tilted her head to one side looking at the young women with a curious expression.
"Well, fancy seeing you again, what can this humble wretch do for you…igod that was such a cheesy line…"the young women laughed softly while Reject just smiled back stupidly smiled stupidly.
Then the women's smile faded and expression became more serious as she approached Reject causing her to feel somewhat uncomfortable and start to fidget with her sleeves.
"…where did you get that bruise from?" the women asked pointing to Rejects forehead where a large purple blemish could easily been seen.
"Uhh...well umm…inot good…she probably suspects some domestic abuse going on" Reject stared back unable to answer. The young women only sighed in response and stepped forward handing Reject a card.
"Please, call me when ever you need someone to talk to" the women said softly before flashing a quick smile and walking away. Reject blinked a few times then looked down at the card she was given flipping it over to read it.
Naomi Misora L.A.P.D.
"Oh of coarse…"
"…she's a cop"