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Reject told him everything word for word and B's grip grew tighter with every passing minute. When Reject finished B finally released his hold on her but when she went to stand up B latched his hand on her shoulder and yanked her back down on to the couch.
B forced her down onto her back and held her arms above her head. With Reject pinned down B pulled a fist back ready to strike and Reject squeezed her eye's shut waiting for the inevitable blow to come crashing into her face.
Then suddenly his fist came down and Reject quickly braced herself for the incoming pain, but to her surprise the pain never came. She opened her eyes to find that B only punched the cushion next to her head.
"What is wrong with you?! Why don't you ever fight back?! You never defend yourself! your always take abuse from me! WHY?!?!" B shouted covering his face with his free hand in absolute annoyance.
B released his grip on Reject's wrists and leaned down close to her ear and pressing his chest down against hers.
"Reject…Why do you let me hurt you?" B whispered softly resting his head beside hers and wrapping his arms around her. They both laid like that for what felt like hours until B stood up and got up from the couch.
He walked over to the phone and dialed a number. Reject sat up and watched him cautiously not trying to listen in but still watching him curiously.
The phone conversation lasted for roughly 10 minutes before he finally hung up and turned around and looked at Reject.
"How quickly can you pack up your valuables" B asked showing off a wide mischievous grin.
"That depends on how much time I have" Reject replied smirking back at B with that same impish grin. She rushed down to the closet gathered up her things in a suit case dragged it out into the living room.
"Hmmm that was quick…I'll go get the car"
"You have a car?"
"Yes Reject…I have a car" B replied rolling his eyes pulling a set of keys out of his pocket walking toward the door.
"Also if some men show up at the door please let them in" B said before closing the apartment door and leaving Reject to sit on the couch with her suitcase.
5 minutes later there was a knock at the door and Reject walked over and took a look out the peep hole. Three men in suits stood out in the hallway Reject immediately assumed them to be the men that B spoke of so she opened the door.
"Hey there, Buchwald called us over is he around?" the taller man in the front asked almost like a professional.
"Buchwald?...Oh! You must mean BB, he went to get his car…c'mon in he'll probably be here in a few moments" Reject said inviting the men inside.
A few moments later B walked in wearing another outfit though this was not as ridiculous as the black sweat suit or the brightly colored travesty.
He was a black leather jacket over a navy blue hoody. At first glance he appeared quite attractive Reject unconsciously found herself gawking at him.
"Heh heh heh, looks like you got a fan girl Buchwald" one of the men piped up earning a glare from Reject.
"Ok Reject, is this everything?" B asked shoving his hands into his pockets. Reject held up her large suitcase that mainly consisted of a few pieces of clothing, some books and a photo album.
"Ok head downstairs, the car is sitting out front…it's the white sedan" B said dropping the keys in Rejects hand and pushing her out the door.
Reject walked down the hall and down the stairs and sure enough a car was parked right outside the door. It was the ugliest car Reject had ever seen, the hubcaps were rusted and dents and paint chips covered the body.
"What a piece of junk"
"Hey! It can hit light speed in 30 sectors, she may not look like much but she's got it where it counts" B said sneaking up on Reject who didn't notice him right away.
(first person to get the reference gets a prize)
Reject climbed into the passenger's side and watched B climb into the driver's side. Reject handed him the keys and he quickly started the car revving the engine a few times.
"So why are those guys here?" Reject asked looking out the window at the on coming traffic.
"They are part of an elite crime family that is local in this area, they're going to trash the apartment, while we hide someplace else" B with his thumb against his lip.
"Why?"
"If L can contact this place from over the phone then odds are he'll be sending someone to monitor you and I don't think it would look good for you if he saw me around there" B replied taking a quick glance at Reject.
"No that's not what I meant…I mean why did you have them trash the apartment?" Reject asked sounding slightly annoyed.
The car stopped at a red light and B turned to Reject.
"Well according to you, you dated a man who was affiliated with the mafia, so logic dictates if he went missing for what ever reason they would most likely look at you, so this is the scenario I've cooked up" B reasoned while nibbling on his thumb.
"Basically I have it set that the mafia are trying to find Francis because he owes them money or something of that nature so they confront you and tare you apartment up looking for him while you flee" B answered just as the light's turned green.
"But in order for this to work out the way I want it I need you to play a part as well" B said turning a corner and parking beside a payphone.
"Ok what do you want me to do?" Reject asked sheepishly raising her eyebrows. B reached into the pocket of his jacket and pulled out a calling card and handed it to Reject.
"You need to make a phone call" B replied gesturing toward the phone booth. Reject got out of the car and went into the phone booth and found the number on the card.
"Alright I'm going to leave you for now, don't worry I'll find you later but for now it's best if I leave you in her hands…as much as I hate to admit it, she is probably the safest one to stay with for now…I have something I need to do so I'll talk to you later when I have a plan"
And with that said B drove off without another word. Reject stood by the payphone watching him leave and when he was out of site she turned to pick up the phone and dialed the number.
She could only hope that B knew what he was doing.