An Apple A Day(Trixya)

Hate You

"Are you sure about this Trix?"

"Yes." Trixie sighed as she put lip gloss over her soft pink lipstick.

"But."

"Farrah, you aren't talking me out of this. It is my choice."

"It is a stupid choice."

"Well, you think that."

"Anyone with common sense would think that."

"Whatever Farrah."

"Don't whatever me. You know you shouldn't be going to see her."

"It is my decision, so no one else's opinion matters. No one's expect Katya's, and she is fully okay with it."

"She shouldn't be."

"Why are you two always arguing when I come around?" Katya came walking into Trixie's room, swinging her keys. She stood behind Trixie and kissed her head.

"Because Farrah doesn't know how to mind her business."

"What is it about this time?"

"Same thing from last week."

"Oh, you going out to dinner with Max?"

"How can you be okay with it Katya?"

"Well, I am going with her Farrah so I don't really have a reason to worry."

"You're what?!" Katya chuckled and looked at Trixie.

"You didn't tell her?"

"No, because I knew it wouldn't change anything."

"You both are out of your minds."

"How Farrah?"

"Oh Katya, don't humour her."

"I'm not. I want to know why she thinks it is just a bad idea."

"She cheated on my sister Katya. C-H-E-A-T-E-D. Hurt her, broke her heart, and made her feel like shit. Trixie did nothing but cry for months. She was just a shell of herself."

"Jeez, thanks Farrah. I really didn't know that I felt like that. Look, I am a grown woman. I can take care of myself."

"Are you sure?" Trixie turned around, standing up from her vanity. She walked to her closet and grabbed her jacket.

"Ugh yes! I don't need you always watching over every single choice I make."

"Well someone has to! If you are a so called grown woman then you wouldn't have gotten hurt in the first place. You would have saw the signs and opened your damn eyes, instead of trying to live in some fairy tale." Trixie stared at her younger sister, shocked.

"Uh Farrah, I think you should leave."

"Gladly." Farrah stormed out of Trixie's room, down the hall. The sound of her door slamming filled the house. Trixie sat on her bed, still processing her sister's words.

"Baby?"

"I just wish she would try to understand."

"She's just worried about you is all. She doesn't want to see you get hurt again."

"Yeah, but throwing it in my face isn't any fucking better."

"We all say things that we don't mean. I'm sure you two will by fine by tomorrow."

"Yeah, sure. Anyway, we should be leaving. Max told me that the reservations are at 9."

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