Lights, Camera, Action ✔~ trixya

Chapter 19: Heavy Crown

Trixie managed to sneak out the backdoor and take an Uber home. She felt exhausted, but grateful. Of all the people to step in and stop the man who had his hands on her, Katya would probably be her very last guess. Trixie had never known the woman to show compassion, but Katya had gotten her out of an extremely uncomfortable situation purely out of kindness and care.

Of course, the mention of the brown-eyed girl's family had sent her running out the door, as it had many times before. Trixie couldn't answer those questions, refused to open up her closet of skeletons, refused to let anyone know her story. Not even Pete and Kim knew why she'd left Milwaukee. It was a topic they knew not to ask about, something they let remain as a mystery.

Trixie had actually told Katya more by admitting that her home-life was hell, than what she could ever remember telling her friends. Why she had told her that, well... that she couldn't answer. It was no lie tho, her life was hell. Back then she had felt as if all roads would lead her to a wall with indents from her head being slammed into it again and again. She knew she couldn't stay, but felt as if she was watching everyone else board the right train, whilst she stood glued to the platform. She had almost given up, felt as if she couldn't fight any longer, as if she had a map with no marked roads. But eventually she'd taken her life into her own hands, and gotten away.

She had burned the pictures, not wanting to remember who they were, who she was when stuck in their world. In a boat of dreams she'd sailed away on an infinite ocean, let coincidences steer her until she ended up on a livestream, undressing in front of strangers. And oddly enough, that was the first time she'd felt powerful. Her destiny was in her own hands, her actions only controlled by her choices, her life finally directed by a director whom she could trust; herself.

But the monsters where still there in the back of her mind, coming out to haunt her at the very mention of home or family. But she was getting tired of walking down the same path. Maybe she really did need a change, maybe she herself needed to change. Some dragons can't be slayed by a sword, she couldn't cut these shadows down in duel, all she could do was face the monster in her mind, and let go of the fears that held her back.

Trixie thought back to Katya's actions that day, the way she'd come into the situation like an unexpected white knight. It felt strange to think that she was the same Katya that Trixie knew from work, the two versions of the woman seeming almost like polar opposites. The brown-eyed girl realized then that there really was a lot she didn't know about the other woman.

Maybe Katya really wasn't as bad as she thought?

With a nervous hand she took out her phone, finding the number that she'd only ever texted for business reasons before, carefully typing out a message.

hey, just wanted to say thank you.. again. thank you for getting me out of there

No problem, hope you're doing alright 

Did you get home okay?

That question also caught Trixie a little off guard, not having suspected to see more of Katya's caring side. That mysterious side that usually seemed to be so well-hidden beneath layers of confidence and sarcasm.

yeah, I am, and I did

That's good. Well, I'll see you on monday then?

yes, see you monday

The conversation was awkward and short, much like their previous conversation that day, and yet Trixie couldn't help but notice something slowly starting to shift between them. Suddenly Monday didn't seem like as much of a hassle anymore.