Trixya's story

Trixie's POV 1

Hey, I'm Trixie. My life isn't very interesting. I live in a cheap apartment in the middle of nowhere and work night shifts at my local gas station. I don't get payed an awful lot but I'm happy to have a roof over my head and plenty of food; well, I often have to steal a few tins from the gas station when my money starts to run out, but my life has been this way for a good amount of years now and I'm used to it that way. It may not be very interesting but I'm living and that's all that matters.

Well that's what I would've said 2 years ago, anyway. That was before I met someone. Now, I'm living a rich lifestyle with lots of excitement and new things. A few bad decisions may have been made on the way but I'm much happier now. I've mentally changed so much in such a short amount of time. 2 years ago, I couldn't see past my shabby town and shitty job. I thought that was all life had to offer. Oh how I was wrong.

So I'm going to tell you how my life fucked up for good. How I lived the most exciting moments. How I lived the most scary moments. There's been many ups and downs- but one thing that never crash landed was my love for this person.

So let me set the scene. It was around 2:30 am and I still had a few hours left of my work shift. Not much happens at this hour as most people are asleep- the only people that come in are either middle-aged women in their pajamas asking for a pack of cigarettes, or large groups of people swaying, intoxicated, asking for more drinks. But it's lucky for more than one person to come in within an hour. So most of my time is spent alone.

I was just on my phone when I looked up to this woman. She was fairly tall, slim built, and had blonde hair that sat perfectly on her shoulders. She was wearing an oversized t-shirt with tight cycling shorts and trainers. I looked at her face and she had sparkling blue eyes that I struggled to take my eyes off of. Her lips were perfectly filled with dark red lipstick. She was beautiful. But she looked insecure; She looked defeated. Her glistening eyes were filled with sombre.

I served her. "That'll add up to $5.75 please".

I ignored the fact that she looked upset, that was her problem. She probably doesn't want a random stranger at a till asking for her life story. But she looked so sad- almost as if she's begging for comfort. I couldn't help but wonder what could be the matter.

She gave me the money. I had to say something, "I'm really sorry but you look so upset, is there anything I can do to help?".

Oh gosh, I shouldn't have said that. It's just going to upset her even more. Oh god no. She's looking at me. I've upset her. Shit. Shes still looking at me. She's been looking for too long now. She's welling up.

"You don't have to say anything if you don't want to."

She looked down for a moment. When she looked back up at me, her black liner was no longer on her eyes, but rolling down her cheeks.

"It's just my girlfriend and I had an..."

She carried on talking, but I couldn't hear what she was saying. I tried to, but all I could hear was the words "my girlfriend and I". Is she gay? Was it just an experimental thing? Is she still with her? I looked at her speaking, stuttering on sentences and tears rolling down her face. Okay she's clearly not still with her if she's this upset. I tried to concentrate on what she was saying but I couldn't help but focus on those perfectly plump lips- that Cupid's bow- that...

She stopped talking. She's looking at me, silently asking for a answer. I have no idea what she just said but I'm assuming she's broken up with her girlfriend so I just said what I say to all of my friends after they've had their heart broken.

"You're better than her anyway. Just remember that it's her problem and not yours. You've clearly done nothing wrong and it's her loss."

What I said seemed to have worked because next thing, her fragile arms were wrapped around my body. I felt a warm gust surround my body. This poor thing deserves so much better. She looked up at me, hands still placed comfortably on my hips.

"I just don't know what to do, because now I have no place to stay," she said

I spoke before my brain could process.

"What's your name?"

She replied almost immediately

"Katya... katya zamolodchikova"

That last name went right over my head, I'm really going to have to work on that name.

"Well Katya, I have space where I live if you'd like to stay for a while."

That was a lie. My apartment consisted of 2 rooms. A living room with a cooker in the corner for food and a bathroom. I had to sleep on the sofa. But this woman is struggling. I can't leave her homeless. I'll find a way. Her sad eyes suddenly awoke. Her spirit had lifted and she smiled at me. Her teeth were perfectly aligned and pearl-white.

"Really? Oh I promise I won't be in for long. I just need to find a job and Get myself together. I'll be out in a few weeks"

I wanted her to be with me for more than just a few weeks. I really liked her. I want to get to know her better. Start a future. Get married.... oh stop it trixie, she's literally just had a breakup. Get yourself together.

"Come back here with me, katya. I only have a few hours left then I'll take you to my place."