Behind red tinted cellophane 3
Reject continued walking along the sidewalk, when she got to the apartment building she passed by it, turned a corner and circled the building a few times before entering to make sure no one was following her.
She climbed the stairs to the second floor of the apartment and unlocked the door and entered the dirty apartment. BB wasn't anywhere to be seen so she kicked off her beaten leather boots and strolled into the kitchen.
She dropped the bags on the counter and went off to the living room to lay down on to the filthy couch. She stretched her arms above her and cracked her back letting out a contented sigh and pulled her headphones over her ears, leaning her head back and closing her eyes.
She would have fallen asleep if it weren't for the sharp pain in her abdomen, and Reject's shot open to see B slamming his foot down onto her stomach.
"Ack!Oof!!" Reject clutched her stomach and rolled off the couch and on to the floor, and looked up at B who looked back at her with murderous intent.
"Where is it!?" B growled leering at the young girl on the floor who was now trying get back on her feet.
"Where is what?" Reject asked letting out another moan of pain when B kicked her again.
"Idiot! There were supposed to be 13 jars of strawberry jam! There are only 12! There's one missing! Where is it!?" B shouted kicking her again this knocking her back down to the floor.
Reject knew she couldn't challenge him in the position she was in, she reached into her coat pocket and pulled out the small, unopened jar on peanut butter. B smacked the jar out of her hand. Luckily the jar was plastic and didn't break when it hit the far wall.
B then grabbed a hold of the front of her faded black sweatshirt and hoisted her up off the floor before throwing her onto the couch, and Reject was quite grateful he didn't decide to throw her against anything harder.
When B reached out towards Reject again, she squeezed her eyes shut expecting to get a fist in the face, which never came. Instead he grabbed a hold of headphones, ripped them off her head before walking off to the kitchen with them.
When Reject finally gathered her bearings and got to her feet, she made a dash to the kitchen. As soon as she got to the doorway she heard a sudden snapping noise and looked up to see B tossing a wire over his shoulder.
Reject was mortified, she couldn't move, she wanted to but she couldn't. B then dropped the now wireless headphones into the sink and reached into a near by drawer and pulled out a meat hammer and started to smash the muffs.
Reject just stood there, she too scared to move, too scared to do anything so she just stood there and watch in horror as B mercilessly destroyed her headphones. The sound of shattering plastic echoed in the small kitchen and bits of black plastic dotted the floor.
After about 5 minutes the sound of breaking plastic finally stopped and Reject looked up at B who put the meat hammer away. Reject was about breath a sigh of relief until she noticed B pull a pack of matches out from his pocket.
Reject's eyes widened to the size of small dinner plates when she saw him light up one of the matches and promptly throw it into the sink quickly setting what use to be her headphones ablaze.
Beyond sat and watched the fire melt the broken pieces together into a mass of molten plastic. After a while the flames were put out by the tap water, but the smell of burning plastic lingered.
B, who was finally finished massacring what's left of Reject's headphones (along with her pride) he turned and walked out of the kitchen with nothing but a blank look on his face.
Reject didn't even bother making eye contact with him when he passed. She walked out of the kitchen as well feeling numb from head to toe. she didn't want to look at what was left of her headphones for fear of what she might see.
She went over and laid back down on to the couch and pulled her knees up to her chest, she felt tears beginning to well in her eyes and she buried her face in her knees. She would never let B see her cry...
...She would never let him see that weakness, not after what he did…