Lights, Camera, Action ✔~ trixya

Chapter 42: No More

Katya was about to leave the mansion when a voice behind her stopped her.

"You really do have some nerve. You barely talk to your dad for years and now all of a sudden you show up demanding twenty million dollars after cursing him out?" Lara said in disbelief. 

"You're listening in on our conversations now? Really? You know what? Whatever.. I really don't see how my relationship with my dad is any of your business." Katya replied.

"I am his wife!" The woman exclaimed.

"You're a homewrecker, that's what you are." 

"Kathinka, that's enough!" Her dad's voice yelled out from behind her. Katya shut her mouth with gritted teeth, fighting the urge to roll her eyes.

She was acting like a teenager, but it was hard to be anything else around the person who abandoned her in her youth. So many of her emotions had never been dealt with, so many conversations had never been had, and she was having issues holding her tongue. 

"Damn right it's enough. You shouldn't pay it, Viktor. That would serve her right, she's a spoiled brat." Lara spat. 

"Lara, that is enough from you aswell." Viktor interrupted.

Katya stopped herself from sarcastically questioning whether Lara was her dad's wife or his daughter, since he scolded her so similarly to how he scolded his actual kids. But she realized that putting more wood on the fire was too risky. She had to hold herself back, for Trixie's sake.

"I don't get you, Viktor, I really don't. Why the hell do you wanna give her money when all she does is throw tantrums?" Lara questioned.

"I have my reasons, and they are my business. Forgiveness is the hardest thing to obtain, sometimes you have to accept the storm that comes with it." The man told her. 

"But-" His wife started again."

"But nothing." Viktor interrupted before turning to his daughter. "Katya, I think it's best that you leave."

"Happily. But uhm..." Katya hesitated, the two words she knew she had to say burning in her throat. "Eh..just.. thank you..." 

"Oh so you do know those words!" Lara said.

"I swear to God, if you don't stop talking I'm gonna rip your fucking hair out! This is none of your fucking business so stay the fuck out of it!" Katya snapped back.

"Enough!" Viktor yelled out. "Katya out. I'll get the money to you by tomorrow."

"Great." The blue-eyed girl said before exiting the house, hearing an argument erupting behind her, which made her smile as her dad's new "perfect marriage" at least wasn't as perfect as Lara liked to present it as. 

She didn't know why her dad hadn't responded worse to her outbreaks, quizzed her more before allowing her to get the money she needed. He talked about earning forgiveness, but to Katya the idea of forgiving him was impossible. Her dad was the main villain in her mind, even if not everything was fair to blame on him. But no matter how much she claimed to hate him, a part of her still loved him. Some small part of her was still staring out her old bedroom window on the second floor, waiting for the time when he would finally come home. But that day was a day she knew would never come. 

And it was time to shut the door. 

It was the final request, and now she was moving on. She had been running from the conversation she and her dad had just had for years. Thought that keeping everything bottled up was better. He had disappointed her time and time again and left their family a mess, but her keeping all her anger in regards to that locked inside had only backfired. She had ended up pushing people away, kept disappointing and hurting women over and over. And so maybe her dad was right, maybe she was more similar to him than what she'd like to admit. 

She had tried to run away, but running away had only left more undefined. Her head had still been stuck in the fear of becoming what he had become. But as she admitted that to herself she felt a weight being lifted off of her shoulders, and suddenly the road ahead seemed less dangerous. 

Trixie wasn't like her father, but maybe Katya herself was. But even if she was, Katya suddenly realized that it wouldn't matter. It is our choices that decide what we become, and she would never make the same choice that he did.

So Katya would stop running from her past, and instead run towards her future.