Something to Remember - trixya

Tainted Love

1960:

" дома поговорим " Her father said when they were inside of their blue Cadillac. The Russian girl knew exactly what he meant by we'll talk at home : 'prepare yourself to get the biggest lecture for being the worst daughter ever'.

Her parents had talked to Sister Mary, while she had to wait with her luggage outside of the Principal's office. By the serious look on her parents' eyes, she guessed they knew everything.

That drive to her house was the most silent one that she had ever had in her life. As she was seated in the back, she focused her gaze on the trees that the car passed by on the road. Her cheeks were filled with silent tears, since she was sure her parents, as Sister Mary, wouldn't have liked at all to hear her cry.

She was devastated. The world was crashing down on her, or that was how she felt. She was kicked out of school like a dog, and now she could never return. All of her friends were there, and none of them knew what had happened. She left without a chance of saying goodbye to them. Nothing. Now, who knew what lie was going to be made up about her expulsion.

The only question that was on her mind was: why had Trixie done that to her? She was still baffled by the girl's attitude, and how she didn't waste a second to point at her and accuse her. Wasn't she in love with Katya? Or did she never love her? Apparently not, she guessed. Someone who loved you, wouldn't betray you, or cause you any harm. What a disaster.

When they arrived at home, she carried her own suitcase, without her father's help, unlike most times. She entered after them, and they were already waiting for her in the living room. They didn't even let her unpack, leaving her belongings beside the doorway.

"Yekaterina! Come here!" Her mother said, with her arms crossed. Yes, ma'am she answered, sitting in front of them, on the couch. Both of them had a severe look in their eyes, and she had to look down in shame; scared at the same time of what was coming to her.

"With all the morals that we taught you in this house, and the best education that you can have, you go and do this! The worst thing that you could do to us and our family. From all the bad things you have done, you had to do this, so the bar can raise even more! Right? And for what? Now you're expelled, right in the middle of your last year of high school! Congratulations, Yekaterina, good on you!" Her father said sarcastically, and she had never heard him as angered and irritated as now. But what could she say to them? There wasn't anything good to say in her favor, she had been caught. Now, she had to be silent and take in all of these awful words.

"Did you do it on purpose, was it revenge? Just because we sent you away to that school, did you have to behave like a disgusting dyke?" She clenched her fingers, into a fist, her knuckles turning white at hearing that word. Now her sight was blurring, tearing up in rage.

"It's not like that..." She barely muttered, her voice coming out weakly.

"Oh for sure it's like that, you're just doing this to make us mad! And that's what you got! Let me tell you, that's not going to go the way you like it because your behavior has consequences..." This is what she wasn't looking forward to. "You're going to finish high school in a place that we chose. We're going to control the times you leave and when you get back. You're not allowed to get together with any of your friends..."

"Dad..." She tried to chime in, to protest but there wasn't any possibility to talk.

"I didn't finish, Yekaterina! You're not going to Boston for college! You're going to study in Chicago!" Her eyes widened, looking right at her father. "You're not going to live in a dorm on campus, you're going to stay here for as long as you go to college for..."