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katya pov
trixie was being...quiet lately. not mean, not blunt, just quiet. at night when we'd usually lie in bed and chat for hours about anything and everything, she'd just cuddle into me and lie completely still, as if she was holding her breath. when i wake up, she'd be walking quietly around the house, often mumbling to herself. i decided to brush it off as stress about school, as finals were going on at the moment. one day as i walked upstairs, i heard drawers being slammed and trixie cursing loudly. i burst in to see my girlfriend stomping around, growing angrier with every step.
'babe, babe.' i touched her waist gently. 'what are you looking for?'
'my pink ruffle shirt.' she hissed, side eyeing me.
i was confused as to why she was so worked up about a shirt, but i knew there must be a deeper reason.
'kitten, we gave it to goodwill last week remember? when we were emptying the old closet before we bought another.'
'are you. joking.' she looked at me with bloodshot eyes and smudged eyeliner.
'relax, it's just a shirt, we can go buy a a new one.'
'no we can't!'
'why?'
'because my sister bought me that fucking shirt! and now my dads decided they're going to move to france for a 'fresh start' and i'm never going to see my fucking family again, and katya i need that shirt!' she paced around the room.
'babe...i'm sorry. i get that everything feels heightened right now, but it's a shirt.'fuck
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'you just don't get it!' trixie grabbed my arm, her nails digging in. 'you don't get it because your parents regularly fuck off to mozambique or some bullshit, but that's not how normal families work! my parents used to actually look after me, and i had a sibling who loved me, and that's all gone now and you don't get how it feels because you've never had any of that.'
all i could feel was emptiness. i felt like i didn't know trixie. she was yelling more, but her words shot past my ears, muffled and meaningless.
'trixie.' my words swam out of my mouth, my brain unable to process anything other than trixies rant, playing over and over in my broken mind. 'i think you should sleep in the guest room tonight.'
'fuck, katya, i'm so-' regret sank into trixies eyes.
'i'm going to bed. talk to me tomorrow. goodnight.' i crawled into bed, tears rolling down my face.
'baby, please.' trixie also began to cry.
'goodnight.' i repeated.
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imessage // trixya
Fanfictiontrixie mattel doesn't really have any friends, and prefers to keep her head down and study. but when the new school bad girl katya follows her on instagram, everything changes.