Behind red tinted cellophane chapter 9
Reject stepped out from the bathroom feeling slightly relieved. She walked into the living room to see B sitting on the couch with his knees to his chest and his thumb pressing against his bottom lip.
Reject walked in and sat down beside him slightly facing him.
"What were the results?" He asked quietly looking rather anxious.
"The test came back negative" Reject said in a plain but relaxed tone and B let out a relieved sigh before turning back to her.
"Good…I was worried there for a while" he said quietly, a trace of guilt sneaking across his face momentarily before returning to his normal stoic expression. Reject was more then grateful for B coming back when he had but it also made her curious as well.
"B…can I ask you something" Reject asked sounding slightly shy.
"Certainly, what do you want to know" B said plainly looking at Reject with his head slightly tilted and his thumb probing his lips.
"If the tests came back positive…and I was pregnant…what would you do?" Reject asked trying not to sound nervous.
"I wouldn't do anything…the plan would not have been stopped by it…only postponed" B answered stoically.
"That's…not exactly what I meant…what I meant was…would you have left me if I was" Reject said her eyes looking a little sadder now.
At first B didn't say anything but he did appear to be mentally debating Reject's question.
"No…I am not as self-centered as I may appear…as an adult I would take responsibility and ensure that you would not suffer for my actions" B said in an almost professional tone.
"And besides there are benefits to you being pregnant…depending upon how long this case would last I was planning on having you produce me an heir"
"So basically you were planning on turning me into a 'Baby Factory' for you" Reject replied angrily. B shrugged acting as if he had said nothing wrong, to which according to Reject he was dearly mistaken.
"Well I wouldn't have put it in those exact words…I don't know why you're complaining though…your body is perfectly suited for bearing children…you should grateful for that, not every women has a body as well built for giving birth as you do"
It was searingly obvious by B's totally innocent tone that he had no clue how angry he was making Reject till she stood up and went into the kitchen.
"Reject?" but she didn't hear him, she was fuming with anger. B came into the kitchen just as Reject was going into the fridge. B eyes widened when he saw her pull a jar of jam out of the fridge.
"Reject, what are you-" but before B could finish Reject popped open the top off the jar, dipped her whole hand in and then scooped out a handful and deposited it into her mouth.
B looked shocked as well as annoyed and Reject was pleased about this, but she didn't know how long she could keep this up, she really, really hated jam.
She was halfway through the jar when B went into the fridge. Reject looked up to see B devouring her peanut butter. This got her ever madder and despite the nausea she was experiencing she quickly finished off the jar and grabbed another.
The sickeningly sweet substance coated the inside of her mouth making it impossible to salivate properly. It took more then will power to keep herself from gagging, but her strength was waning fast, then suddenly…
"BLAAAAAAAAAAACH!"
Reject's eye shot up in surprise to see B leaning over the sink looking a little paler then usual with some sweat dripping down his forehead and breathing deeply. Reject completely discarded her pride and came over to his side and put her clean hand on his back.
He looked up at her with watery eyes looking rather embarrassed and then stared down at the floor.
"Well…I guess that proves who has the stronger stomach here" B sighed wiping his mouth and taking the half eaten jar from Reject.
Reject smiled crookedly at him before reaching for the peanut butter and walking out of the kitchen.