Lights, Camera, Action ✔~ trixya

Chapter 45: A Little Braver

"I have to go." Katya told Robert once she saw the text.

"What, right now?" 

"Yes, crisis back at Krisis Kontrol, ironic I know. But we've settled things anyways, I will contact you if I need anything else. Well, goodbye then." She said, quickly exiting the restaurant, leaving a confused Robert behind. 

She practically ran to her car, stepping on the gas, and speeding away as fast as she legally could. Katya knew she had to hurry, knew she had to get Trixie away from there and secure whatever evidence she had obtained. Her turns were sharp, as if she was trying to outrun someone who was chasing her. In no time at all she found herself in the parking lot of Kinky Dolls, and yet it felt as if her heart had beat ten thousand times in the time it had taken her to get there.

But worse was the sight she found, for there was Trixie fighting to free herself from the grip of a security guard who was holding her arm tightly.

"Let go of me you fucking creep!" The doll yelled.

"Not until you tell me why you were in that office." The guard said, sounding eerily calm, his voice deep.

"I wasn't in there at all you fucking lunatic! Now let me go!" Trixie replied. 

"What did you do in there, Trixie?" He prodded. 

"Jesus, are you fucking dumb? I wasn't in there! Whatever you think you saw is bullshit! Now, let me go in the next three seconds, or else." 

Katya was ready for a full rescue mission, barging out of the car with her fists at the ready, she didn't know if she was a good fighter, but she was more than willing to risk it all to protect her princess. However by the time she'd made her way out of the car, Trixie was grabbing onto the man's arm with her free hand, using both arms to twists his around painfully before kicking him with full force in the groin and kneeing him in the stomach. The man fell to the ground with an outburst of pure agony, the doll's maneuver clearly extremely painful.

"Trixie, are you a-" Katya started, but she was soon interrupted.

"No time, let's talk in the car." Trixie said, grabbing the blue-eyed woman's wrist and pulling her with her back to Katya's vehicle. The blue-eyed girl soon started up the car again, once more speeding away as if her life depended on it.

"Well, glad that's over." The honey eyed doll said, breathing out a sigh of relief.

"Are you okay? I was ready to go off on him, thought I'd be all knight in shining armor and shit, but apparently you're far from the damsel in distress." Katya said.

"Yeah, I took self-defense classes after moving to LA. I had no way of defending myself back home, so when I moved here I decided to learn how I could pritect myself if I ever ended up in a similar situation. No one was there to protect me, so I had to do it. I had to get braver... stronger... I couldn't just leave things up to fate, I had to give myself the best chance."  

"That's really cool, Trixie. You really are way more than what's on the surface." 

Katya once again found herself astonished by how strong Trixie truly was. At first she had thought the girl to be overly dramatic, brittle, and stuck up, but with every day that passed she learned that even tho the doll had a soft heart, or could be very hot-headed, she was also though as nails and needed no one's protecting. 

"So are you." Trixie replied.

The blue-eyed woman took Trixie's hand in hers with the hand that was not on the wheel, clutching it tightly in a protective manner. For even tho she knew Trixie didn't need protecting, she still wanted to protect her, take care of her, be by her side as someone the doll could lean on.