Behind Red tinted cellophane chapter 8
Reject slowly began to regain consciousness. Her spinach green hair stuck to her forehead as she turned to roll over finding that she couldn't move. Then she remembered where she was.
She opened her eyes to find that B had locked his arm around her waist and the skin of his arm was sticking to her stomach and Reject found this incredibly uncomfortable.
Reject sighed then turned her head to look up at B. He was still sound asleep with thumb still nestled in his mouth. Reject smiled at this and was reminded of how cute he had looked last night, she brought her hand up and touched his face and watching his stir slightly from her touch.
Then she realized…
"…He was intoxicated last night…"
"…Which means he's gonna be hung over and pissed…"
"...And if he catches me in bed with him…!!!"
She panicked quietly trying to pry B's hand off her waist, which turned out to be almost impassable. When she was free she quickly made dash out of his room tripping over a few piles of clothes but luckily not waking B up.
She made her way to the bathroom thinking a shower would nice. She closed the door but did not lock it knowing that B would probably want to relieve himself when he woke up. She twisted the rusty valve of the tap and water immediately began to run from the shower head.
She waited until the water was warm before she entered, stepping in and pulling the curtain over. She soaked her head letting water rush down her back, washing away the sweat and stink from last nights romp.
Then quite suddenly Reject heard the door to the bathroom open and close.
"B is that you?" she asked, there was no answer but she knew someone was still in the bathroom with her because she could hear feet shuffling across the linoleum floor. Then she heard the toilet flush and before she could react she got hit with a spray of freezing cold water.
Reject became so overwhelmed with the sudden change in temperature she nearly fainted and fell down into the bathtub but luckily not hitting her head. B pulled back the curtain, Reject was expecting to see B with a smirk of his face but never saw it.
Instead she saw a look of anger, panic and something resembled fear splayed across his face. He kneeled down next to the tub gripping the edge of it for support and reached in to turn the water off.
"Reject, what did we do last night?" He asked in a low but serious tone his face stoic and unreadable. Reject stared up at him feeling rather confused.
"What do you mean 'what did we do'? Do you honestly not remember?" She said looking at B with wide eyes.
"Reject…Tell me" B pushed getting more impatient and more irritated with Reject's hesitations.
"Ok well…let's just say after last night I'm no longer a virgin" She said plainly crossing her arms and acting as if it was no big deal.
B clenched his fist and stared down angrily at Reject, but it was clear the she wasn't the one he was angry at.
"Reject…Do you remember if I use a condom?" B interrogated his red eyes boring into Reject for answers.
"Well no, not that I can rememb-oh…Shit!" Reject realized what B was going on about and why he was so angry. She looked up at him sharing the same terrified expression then quite suddenly B turned and ran out of the bathroom.
"B where are you going" Reject shouted after him as she pulled herself out of the tub, wrapped a towel around herself and tried to follow him, but by the time she got out to the living room she heard the door slam shut.
She sighed and turned to walk down the hall. After she had gotten dressed she went back into the living room to lie down on the couch.
She sat there anxiously waiting for B to come back but feared that he would never come back. If she was pregnant with his child she knew he would probably never return and she would probably have to go into prostitution in order to pay for food and other necessities.
Reject curled up with her head between her knees shaking violently tears streaming down her face. She wanted it stop, she wanted everything to just go away, she wanted to just disappear.
She continued shaking, crying and digging her nails into her knees until suddenly she heard the door to the apartment open, and when she looked up she was greeted with a cardboard box hitting her in the face.
In all honesty, she had never been so glad to have B throw something at her in all the time she has spent with him. Reject looked up at B who was still standing at the door panting as if he had been running a marathon.
She was so overjoyed by B's return that she didn't notice B walk over to her and pick up the box. When B snapped his fingers in front of Reject's face to bring her out of Lala Land he waved the box in front of her face.
"You, use this, bathroom, now!" B said sharply yet still keeping his tone of voice stoic as he shove the box into her hand and pushed her down the hall and into the bathroom.
Reject stood in the bathroom for a few moments trying to digest what just happened. She looked down at the box in her hand. It was a pregnancy test kit.
"well…at least he didn't abandon me" she thought she opened the box and pulled out the applicator.
She would be glad to sit down and eat some peanut butter once this was all over…