Women In Black

Chapter Twenty-Nine

Trixie sat on the new desk she had brought from the furniture place, carefully planning the timing of her plan. Jinkx wasn't convinced at all at first, she started saying why it is important that Katya should know, even if Trixie didn't know about her's and Katya's plan at all until it was needed. She was still hurt about that. Why would you not tell your girlfriend that you weren't really gonna lose your memory and that all the bullshit Bianca said meant nothing? Trixie brought her hands to her temples, massaging herself. She remembered Jinkx's face as Trixie basically lashed out at her. Being able to understand why Trixie's upset, Jinkx agreed to not tell Katya anything about the plan if Trixie didn't make any sneaky visits. They had come to an agreement, and now, it was time to work.

She would be staying out every single mission she got, way too obvious. She would go out sporadically because if she was really trying to look for Katya, she would've done it in the best and smartest way possible. The "hunt" for Katya's house would be done two times a week or less, and they would happen only if she got missions close to Boston, in Boston, or later in the day. All of this would happen until some kind of authority took notice. Trixie was trying to be as cold and efficient as possible, but she couldn't help the raising anxiousness that moved up and down her chest. The swirling sensation almost made her nauseous. She looked down at her clock and remembered when she got the notification, the invitation to Bianca's office. The wonderful day they had before it all came crashing down. Without realizing it, tears were streaming down her face, and she embraced herself in a fetal position. 

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Katya sat on the dinner table, staring at the phone on it, a small piece of paper next to it. It was a decision that had to be made, a hard decision. She grabbed the small paper, and biting her lips she noticed the corners of it literally disintegrating. One time, a long time ago, her sister came by, they had scheduled the hangout, but as often happened, Katya was high, and her sister couldn't handle it. Instead, she left a small piece of paper with her number on it, "Just fucking call me when you're done being a junkie," The words sent a chill through Katya's spine. She knew that her sister and her mother had looked for her around here, not too long ago, but the neighbors told them that Katya had left years ago. She left the paper on the table, grabbing the phone instead. With shaky hands and slippy fingers, she typed the numbers. 

"Who is this?" 

Katya's throat didn't let the words out.

"If you wanna sell me something, I swear to god I will-"

"Laika," Katya's eyes were immediately glassy listening to her sister's voice. "Laika, I'm sorry," She cried, covering her mouth. "I'm Katya, and I'm sorry." She tried not to sob like a kid.

"I..." Laika seemed speechless. "Is this really you?"

"Yes,"

"Why are you calling me?" There was a certain defensiveness to her tone.

"I'm sober."

"So mom didn't make up the letter huh," Laika said with a light tone, but Katya could hear the sadness behind the phrase.

"She didn't," They both stayed silent for a minute. "I love you."

"I love you too," 

"I'm sorry I didn't do this earlier," Katya tried to keep herself together. "I'm sorry that I treated you like shit, you were the only one on my side."

"Why did you leave?" Her sister's voice was weak, almost a whisper.

It broke Katya.

"I had to," She started sobbing into her hand. "I'm so sorry, Laika," She wiped the tears off her face. "I'm gonna make it up to you, somehow, I swear, I-"