✔️ The Long Haul- Trixie Mattel X Katya Zamolodchikova

Fear is The Heart of Love

Trigger Warning- Mention and description of abuse

Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, Fuck. Trixie didn't know why she took this gig. I mean come on! She couldn't even sing in the shower out of fear somebody would hear her, why did she think she could sing in front of 4 people in the coffee house! It doesn't sound as bad as it felt, trust and believe.

What if she was booed off stage? What if somebody laughed? What if someone yanked her down by her huge blonde hair, spit on her face and called her a Dolly Parton wanna be with no boobs? Ok- that last one may have been a little bit of a stretch, but they were all viable scenarios. The young folk singer tried her best to think of the positives, but it was no use and she needed to get on stage. Using all the confidence she had stored up in her pink, bedazzled heart, Trixie stepped onto the small stage and looked out into the mostly empty store. Right in the front row sat a slim looking blonde with bright red lips, she was absolutely beautiful. From her striking eyes to her sharp jawline, this woman was eye catching and Trixie suddenly didn't want to look away.

"Erm. Hi.. um. I'm Trixie Mattel- and I'm gonna be singing some of my original music. I hope you like it.." Trixie whispered nervously, gently beginning to strum one of her favourite songs on her beat up guitar. As she played, she couldn't help but flick her eyes constantly back to the girl and Trixie assumed she took notice to this by the huge grin on her face, her perfect teeth shining a bright white. Trixie's nerves slowly melted away with the tapping of the blondes foot and she was suddenly so glad the woman had taken a front row seat.

As Trixie's set wrapped up, the woman clapped louder than anyone else in the coffee bar and was suddenly walking straight towards Trixie.

"That was great!" She giggled, a slight accent tracing her tongue and causing her to look slightly embarrassed.

"Thanks!" Trixie giggled nervously. "I like your accent." She chirped, hoping to reassure the woman in the slightest.

"Oh- well thank you. I just moved here from Russia." She added, this time not being so worried about her speech. Trixie had made her feel comfortable.

"That's really cool!- I'd really love to stay and chat, but I've gotta get home before my parents flip!" Trixie said sighing, she really wanted to see this woman again, she seemed really cool.

"Could we maybe hangout sometime?" The blonde asked hopefully, immediately causing Trixie's face to light up- she felt the same way. "Sorry for being so forward, but I know no one around here- maybe you could show me around?"

"Oh sure! What's your name?" Trixie asked.

"Katya."

"I'll see you around then Katya. It's a small town- I'm sure we'll bump into each other and then I'll give you the proper tour." She giggled, waving as she skipped out of the coffee house.

Katya.. Katya was a perfect name for someone as perfect as she was. Trixie walked home with a bright smile on her face, all she could think about was the Russians striking blue eyes and the excitement that came with the fact she may see her again. Trixie had a few friends, but In a small town like Milwaukee their weren't many people here age. By the time Trixie reached her house, her excitement was replaced by dread. The doll wasn't exactly sure who was home and not everyone else she lived with was the sweetest so she was hoping she would get lucky. Slowly creaking open the old door, Trixie peaked her head into the house, hearing the soft hum of the television from the living room. Slipping through the door, Trixie believed she had gotten away with it when she suddenly heard foot steps appearing behind her.

"What the fuck do you think your doing..?" Her step dad sneered, grabbing onto her shoulder and yanking her around to face him.

"I-I just got home.." Trixie choked out, looking into his drunken eyes.