Tightrope.- Trixya

15

Trixie looked at her reflection in the mirror, barely being able to breathe properly due to the knot in her throat that had been created by watching her little sisters play with her makeup while her mother straightened her golden curls without even looking at her.

It was prom night, and she wasn't going to attend, but obviously, her parents had no idea about it. They believed their daughter had finally gotten a proper date and left all those ungodly thoughts behind.

Little did they know that the evening before their beautiful Trixie had married a girl, and that would be the last night they would see her.

"I like your dress, Trixie." Said one of her sisters as she caressed this one's pink skirt with illusion, "When I have my prom, my dress will be blue and I will wear high heels like yours."

Trixie smiled faintly at that. Probably the only thing she would miss about that house would be to spend time with her little sisters. And because of that, the feeling of guilt in leaving them couldn't disappear from her bosom even as Katya assured her that they would be secretly visited and welcomed into their home once they understood everything. It hurt Trixie to think she wouldn't be there for their birthdays, or their graduations, or when they were old enough to have a date. She would miss all those precious moments, but her heart assured her that she did the right thing to escape with Katya because she loved her more than anything in this world, and now she was her new family.

Because now they would be two against the world, and she was willing to sacrifice everything to live a happy life at their side.

"Do you think you can win the crown tonight? Think about it: A Mattel being the queen of the prom," imagined her younger sister with a smile before she hugged her pillow tightly and looked at her with admiration, "I'm sure you can do it; those bitches are not as pretty as you."

"Deborah Mattel!" her mother said for the first time all night while the other two girls tried not to laugh. "That's not a lady's vocabulary."

"Being a lady is boring, mom. I want to be an actress or an astronaut or something interesting; anything but a lady," she explained enthusiastically, getting up to run into her older sister's arms with a smile full of illusion. "I don't want to see you at home if you don't come back with that crown, Trix," the girl joked without knowing that that would be the fate that awaited her, and in fact, she must have suspected something when the blonde took her tightly in her arms as if she wanted to memorize the scent of her bubble gum shampoo.

Oh god, she was going to miss them.

Trixie sighed in pain before she finished getting ready and putting on the dress her mother had made for her. It was beautiful, but she didn't feel comfortable with it, at least not after the blonde realized that her mother had designed it just because she thought she would date a boy and that conversion therapies had worked. It hurt the blonde to believe that the woman who gave her life would never accept her as she was because her fanaticism prevented her from seeing that her little daughter was not happy if she wasn't close to the love of her life.

The love of her life. The one with long blonde hair and blue eyes that reminded her of the same sky.

So once ready, she went down to meet her family (except her father) waiting for her to take her because they didn't trust that boy to take her to the place, so her mother would be in charge of driving.

"You look so beautiful, my Trixie," her mother said with a smile, but it wasn't reciprocated by the girl, who just accepted the compliments of her little sisters who said she looked amazing.