We Rose Up Slowly

Chapter Twenty

Trixie had a rough week, regarding college. Finals were killing her slowly, she thought she loved psychology but she doesn't know if she'll be able to see Freud's face again after this. Her mind had been in a constant rush, her anxiety peaking when she wasn't studying for her finals. But today, finally marked the end of finals week and the start of the winter holiday. Trixie bit her bottom lip, dreading the idea of going back home. She had never adored Christmas as most kids her age did. In her house, Christmas meant stressed parents, being bored, and most probably being yelled at. Of course, she always was gifted whatever she asked for, but her parents being the owners of the Mattel company, it wasn't really a family reunion type of holiday.

And she also wondered where Katya would go, since her relationship with her family was... rocky. She pictured how it would be if she stayed with her for Christmas, buying a Christmas tree, and gifting her something. Trixie shook her head at the thought, her parents would kill her if she dared to do that. She would go back home, greet her servants with a smile and get whatever she asked for. Shit maybe her parents would be present since they haven't visited her once. She felt a tingling from her stomach to her throat, guilt. She should stay with Katya, and keep her company. Her internal discussion didn't last long since it was stopped by what she found when she opened the apartment's door.

"Violet?" She said out of surprise.

"Hi Trixie," She smiled, but Trixie could tell it wasn't genuine.

Katya stared at her with wide eyes as she and Violet sat on the couch.

"Are you not gonna greet your roommate?" Violet said, bumping Katya's side with her elbow.

"Hey Trix," The corners of Katya's mouth turned upwards, and Trixie smiled. "I forgot to tell you that Violet was coming over," She licked her lips, nervous.

"Yeah it's no problem," Trixie walked to her room, feeling both of the women stare into her back.

Trixie was confused, she hadn't seen or heard about Violet from Katya for so long. She noticed a spark of jealousy inside of her chest, and she breathed in, hoping the air would put it out. It didn't, it only made it grow bigger. She thought they were over, she was convinced about it. Trixie knew she should've asked about it to Katya, but she didn't want to cross any line. She wondered if they were back together, if they had fucked already, right on that couch. Violet wasn't certainly pleased to see her, and it made sense, her last encounter with Trixie was when Trixie was fucking her ex-girlfriend.

She felt a surge of urgency, her eyes flicked to the suitcase that sat in the corner of the room. Trixie would for sure want to spend Christmas at her parent's house now. Ever since her relationship with Katya started to heal, she had been more anxious. She would never admit it, but she kind of missed the careless attitude she had a month or two back. The new Trixie although more emotionally intelligent, was more careful, maybe way too careful. She stood up and grabbed the suitcase, opening it and choosing which clothes she would take for the break, which wasn't much.

"Trix," She heard after a knock on the door. "Do you wanna talk?" She arched a brow.

"Come in," Trixie said without turning to the door.

"I- what are you doing?"

"Packing, Christmas break," Trixie turned around to Katya still in her pj's.

"Oh, right," Katya raised her eyebrows.

"What did you wanna talk about?" Trixie turned back to the suitcase.

"I saw your face when you came in the apartment, I'm not with Violet, don't worry." Trixie smirked

"Why was she here?" It came out more defensive than Trixie expected.