Nights In White Satin - Trixya

Pot Luck

Thursday, 31th of October 1968:

The room had a dead and grim silence and the darkness to it, that made it terrifying. Precisely on Halloween. The only sound audible was Trixie's laboured breathing.

The blonde had entered her house just a minute ago in sheer panic. She had closed the door and locked it, slowly sliding down the length of it. Her back was against it, head resting on the cold wood. She was still heaving and her heart was beating so fast it felt like it was trying to undo her chest. Her legs shook, as she was so scared and alarmed with what just occurred seconds ago in her friend's house.

She didn't have enough time to reflect on the recent events because she heard an abrupt knock in her door that made her jump, startling her.

"Trixie...please. Open the door..." Katya begged, her voice sounded faint. Her friend was definitely crying. Trixie was still in shock so she didn't know what to do or say. It occurred to her that the best thing that she could do was maintain her silence.

As she hadn't answered her, the russian sounded even more desperate and defeated. "I'm sorry... Please just talk to me..." Once again she pleaded as her voice cracked, anguished. Trixie had her eyes tightly shut, hugging her legs. She hated this, that she was the reason why the other woman was crying, and somehow she couldn't do anything about it. Then a short phrase came out from her friend's lips, in russian. "Ya lyublyu tebya." She didn't understand it and maybe for her, it was the best.

After that, there was silence again and faint footsteps indicating that her friend had walked away. She then sighed, feeling that her head was starting to hurt. Suddenly she had sobered up, after that everything had started to sink in.

She got up, with heaviness in her body and walked the stairs to her bedroom. Her astonishment was evident on her face, as she reached her bed. Slowly she got on the mattress, watching the ceiling still in shock. Her mind was trying to find an explanation on what happened.

Katya had kissed her and she had responded 'Oh god...'

Her thoughts were racing, as she covered her face in embarrassment. Quickly she tried to avoid any of them, but it was an impossibility. It was going to be hard to sleep tonight.

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Friday, 1st of November 1968:

She was right. She didn't sleep at all, she got maybe an hour. The worst part was that she had to go to work, in her state. 'It's Friday, it's the last day of work in the week...you can do it.' she told herself while she was dragging her body out of the bed.

Her morning passed so slowly that it was painful. Since she had arrived at her work place, she wanted to go back home. But going home was a bad idea as well, as she feared encountering Katya. She probably looked like a mess, her bloodshot eyes had dark circles beneath them and her face was free of any make-up. She tried to be silent and do her job properly, to avoid drawing any attention to her. She really didn't want to talk to anybody.

As she was walking down her block, she told herself to hurry up in an effort to avoid the russian seeing her or them bumping into each other. Once she got in, she sighed in relief. She might be safe in there to a certain extent, but not from her thoughts. Immediately, she made herself busy, cleaning her house, doing laundry or anything that could keep herself from thinking.

As the afternoon came in, she had put an Elvis record on her player. Precisely, the 'Pot Luck' album. She loved this one, but then again every release from him was spectacular. As the first track started, she cursed herself. The name of the song was 'Kiss Me Quick'. She closed her eyes, sighing audibly while she rested her body on the couch.