{ TW* chapters from here on May Depict/suggest and describe physical and domestic violence / abuse. }
Katya looked up from her sketch book as she heard a knock on the door, she stood up and headed downstairs and opened the door to find Trixie dressed in a white button up shirt, pink skirt and knee socks, her hair splay over her shoulders.
"Hi"
Trixie waved shyly.
"Hey" Katya stepped back to let her inside
"aren't you cold?"
"Meh, not terribly."
Katya chuckled and walked over the kitchen and put on the kettle; subconsciously she knew Trixie would want and need a hot cup of tea. hi
"What kind of tea do you want?"
Trixie followed her inside and looked around
"-uh- earl grey? if you have it"
katya nodded and took out a tea bag and set up the coffee maker to start a pot of coffee for herself.
"Thought of any songs you could sing?"
Trixie was zoning in and out of her own world and reality, not really noticing Katya's attempt at conversation.
"Not really."
"Why's that?"
Trixie shrugged and looked at her feet.
"What's really on your mind?"
Katya pulled one of the stools out from
beneath the island and gestured for Trixie to sit down beside her while they waited for their drinks.
Trixie sat down and rested her elbow on the counter, her chin in the palm of her hand and staring at the marbled surface while tracing her finger along her upper thigh.
"Why don't you sing another Dolly song?"
"Maybe"
Katya frowned and reached for her wrist to grab her attention;
"I thought we were gonna brain storm-"
she noticed Trixie grimace as she pulled her hand away from Katya and tried to pull her sleeve back down.
Katya noticed a rather large bruise that covered Trixie's forearm
"what's that from?"
She grabbed Trixie's hand and pulled it forward gently and pulled up her sleeve carefully, staring back and forth at the mark and Trixie's watering eyes.
"Tracy."
"Please - don't call me that."
She said in between sniffles.
"Trixie..."
Trixie chewed on her lip nervously and tried to focus on her breathing, holding back tears.
"It's not that important."
"It's more important than thinking of songs to sing... what's that from? Did you do it?"
"n-no - god no. It was just... an accident."
Katya raised an eyebrow and turned Trixie's wrist around to analyze it.
"Those finger marks are not accidents."
Trixie pulled her arm back to nurse it and looked away, sniffling to herself and trying not to pout too much.
"Trixie, it's okay"
"It's not - just, stop. Okay?"
She looked back at Katya her eyes red from the burning of holding back the tears.
One slipped down her cheek finally and Katya sighed.
"It's not okay, but it's okay."
She placed her right hand on Trixie's cheek and wiped the single tear off her face with the print of her thumb.
Katya stood up at the sound of the kettle whistling and took it off its element. She put the tea bag in a pink mug and poured the water in, while she let that steep she grabbed the hot pot of coffee and poured herself a mug of straight black coffee and sat it next to Trixie's tea to let cool down.
She walked back to Trixie and helped her stand up
"C'mon."
They walked down the hall to the main bathroom and Katya collected some bandages and pain relief cream, gently applying it and wrapping Trixie's wrist who was still sniffling and struggling not to cry.
Katya lifted Trixie's chin to look at her.
"C'mere."
She opened her arms and to her surprise Trixie leaned in, hugged her tightly and began to sob recklessly.
Katya frowned and wrapped her arms around Trixie, rubbing her back in attempt to comfort her. She wasn't great with feelings but she'd been in Trixie's place before - although she didn't know the full story or circumstances she'd been there, she knew she had.
"I don't want to go back."
Trixie mumbled into Katya's shoulder.
"Where?"
"Home."
{ A/N: This is kind of short but I wanted to get a chapter in this week and provide more background and plot. }
