We Rose Up Slowly

Chapter Twenty-One

Trixie got in the car with a smile on her face so wide that it went from her right ear to her left ear. Her heart was jumping and her chest was tingling, the lingering sensation of Katya's lips making her blush. It was like a first kiss all over again, and this time she could enjoy it fully. She wasn't drunk or in denial of her feelings for Katya. As her driver drove her back home, she blasted music on her headphones, humming along and moving her leg to the beat. That kiss was just what she needed before having to spend twenty-one days with her father and mother. She had almost forgotten how it felt to walk into the house, which looked more like an empty hotel because of its size. So when she burst inside it, she looked around, not used to so much space. Her parents were in front of her, standing with the same fake smile they would put on when welcoming guests for business. She felt like an outsider, as if she had never lived inside the house. 

"So how's college been going lately sweetie?" She threw a questioning look, they never called her sweetie. 

"Good, getting good grades, making a few friends," She took a sip of the tea one of the new servants brought her, sweetened.

"Have you met any boys?" 

"Nothing worth my time honestly," Her father turned away from his phone and looked at Trixie.

"Biological clock, it's ticking," Trixie widened her eyes and chuckled.

"Jesus," She laughed, before noticing her parents staring at her in silence. "Oh, I'm sorry, I just, I'm not looking forward to being a mother, not right now." Not ever.

"You'll change your mind," Her mother said with a smile. "We all do." She approached Trixie, holding her hand over the table. 

"Yeah, I guess," Trixie tried to smile. "I'm gonna make myself some tea, they made this one sweetened."

So she stood up, ignoring the clear stares from her parents stabbing her back. They were so clearly not accustomed to this new version of Trixie that came into the house. Not that it was anything remarkable, anyone with a decent upbringing makes themself a cup of tea, but for the Trixie their parents knew, it was insane. She made her way inside the real kitchen, walking past the luxurious kitchen her parents had built for aesthetics, or as Trixie called it the "Fake kitchen". The real kitchen was similar to an industrial kitchen, with silver ovens, fridges, cabinets, shelves, etcetera. The servants inside the kitchen were surprised to see a member of the Mattel family inside, the closest they usually got was the fake kitchen. She politely smiled at them as she made herself her tea until she noticed a familiar face.

"Linda!" Trixie said excitedly when she saw pretty much her adoptive mother.

"Trixie!" She warmly hugged Trixie. "You're taller than the last time I saw you."

"I've missed you," Trixie didn't know how much she needed that hug until she had it.

"Look at you, doing things on your own, I never thought you would." Linda said with a grin.

"Shut up! I'm a changed woman, Linda," Trixie laughed and threw the tea bag on the trash can. "Come with me," They both walked out of the kitchen together.

"How is it out there?"

"Great, hard, but great, I've made friends, actual friends, not the ones I had in high school." Trixie shook her head thinking of those snakes she called friends.

"I'm glad you've found your place B," The older woman smiled as they both walked out to the table where Trixie's parents stood.

"Why are you talking to the workers?! Beatrice!" Her mother said, furrowing her eyebrows, she was always jealous of Linda since Trixie was a child.