Lights, Camera, Action ✔~ trixya

Chapter 51: Memory Lane

The house looked the same, as if it had been frozen in time which in a sense it felt like it had. With a shaking hand Katya rang the door bell, smiling softly when Trixie grabbed hold of the other one. Moments later an older looking woman opened the door with a warm smile.

"Miss Zamolodchikova, it's so good to see you. What a nice surprise! And who is this?" The woman said.

"It's good to see you too, Kasha. This is Trixie, my girlfriend." Katya told the woman. 

Kasha had been their housekeeper for as long as Katya could remember and was the only one who'd looked after Katya after her mother had locked herself away. The woman had also stayed to look after her mom to make sure that she kept herself alive.

"Oh, it is so nice to meet you, dear. I am Mrs. Kasha Davis." Kasha told Trixie with an outstretched hand. 

"It's great to meet you too, Kasha."  The doll replied.

"Well, come in, come in. I'll cook up some food and you can go say hi to Pat, you know where to find her." 

"Still stuck in her room?" Katya asked, hoping to be wrong.

"Unfortunately yes." Mrs. Davis replied before walking off to the kitchen.

Trixie gave Katya's hand a squeeze before the pair walked inside, taking off their shoes and coats. The brown-eyed girl marveled at the interior of the beautiful house, Katya's home so different from where she herself had grown up. 

"Come on, let's head upstairs." Katya said, leading Trixie up the staircase past countless pictures of when they were a happy family. 

"Is that your room?" Trixie asked, pointing towards a door with a big red K on it. 

"Yeah, you wanna see?" 

"Mhmm." The doll replied with a nod.

Katya opened the door, unveiling the image of her frustration from her youth. Her once light blue walls were painted black and were covered by quotes written with red paint. There were also countless drawings of strange, twisted figures pinned all over the walls.

"You used to draw?" Trixie asked as she viewed them.

"Yeah, a little. I was pretty consumed by anger when I left this place. Kinda took it out on my walls and on paper." 

"They're really good." The doll replied, amazed by her girlfriend's talent.

"Thanks." Katya answered sheepishly before changing the subject. "Anyways, you ready to go see my mom?" 

"Yeah." 

They continued down the hallway to a large white door, turning the handle carefully after knocking softly. There on the floor sat a skinny, older looking, frail woman in a long flowery sundress with a photo album in her hands. She didn't acknowledge their arrival, not giving even so much as a hint that she had heard them enter.

"Mom?" Katya said softly, feeling her heart break as the woman turned revealing a face that had clearly been very pretty once but had been fixed up one too many times. It was as if she had no real features of her own, the likeness between her and her daughter difficult to see except in the eyes due to all the surgeries.

"Katya? You're home... how nice.. I was just... looking through the albums.. Such lovely memories, don't you agree?" The woman spoke slowly with glossy eyes, as if present but far away at the same time.

"Yeah... but let's maybe put the albums away, okay mom?"

"Oh no, we need everything organized and ready for when your father comes home." 

"Mom... dad isn't coming home." Katya said, trying her best not to cry.

"You don't know that, Yekaterina... He will come... he will..."

Trixie was in shock, she'd heard Katya describe her mom before and describe what she'd been like since her dad left, but seeing it in person was another thing entirely.

"No mom, he won't. He's married to Lara, remember? They've got a daughter? Her name is Sonya." 

"You don't know him like I do..." Her mom said, holding on desperately to her hope.

"Mom, we have to move forward... Speaking of, there's someone I want you to meet. This is Trixie, my girlfriend... and well, the one I see myself spending the rest of my life with." Katya said, gently urging the brown-eyed girl to approach her mom.

"It's so nice to meet you." Trixie said politely, holding out a hand.

"You too dear..." Pat said as she shook the doll's hand with little to no strength before turning to Katya. "But aren't you a little young for a serious girlfriend, Kathinka?"

"No mom... I'm really not. I'm not a little girl anymore, it's about time that I settle down." Katya told her.

Pat's eyes lost a part of their glossy sheen then, and they widened as she closed the album and looked at her daughter properly for the first time since she was fifteen.

"You're all grown up? B-but... how?" The woman said in surprise.

"It's been years mom... Time doesn't stand still no matter how much we wish it could." 

"You've gotten so big... so beautiful.. my darling." Pat said as she stood up on weak legs and pulled her daughter into a tight hug, finally letting all her tears fall, the scars of the past finally starting to heal.

"That's right mom, let it out. Let it all out, it's okay. It's okay.." Katya whispered as she hugged her mother truly close for the first time in years.