We Can Solve For X ✔~ trixya

Chapter 11: Honesty and Confusion

Friday had come once more and another meeting was in session, Trixie and Katya sitting next to eachother as per usual.

"Look, I'm not saying I don't get anything out of this, I just find some of what you teach suspect. It's not like all of us can dive down and find some magic trigger in our past that made us loose control. Nothing made me drink, not really. I just drank like most kids do, tested limits and then the limits moved." A boy told the counselor. 

"But we still have to find a way for the alcohol to loose it's current grip on you, Jeff. The problem is there, and the only way to deal with it is to find the root." Mark tried to explain.

"But what if there isn't a root? Alcoholism is partly genetic, who's to say I didn't just trigger something inside me when I drank for the first time? Why does there have to be some sob story?" Jeff argued.

Katya sympathized with him, having many of the same thoughts herself. She couldn't see any real trigger in her life either, no large event that made her turn to pills or other substances. 

"Well, does anyone else feel the same way?" The counselor asked. Both Trixie and Katya raised their hands at the same time.

"Katya? Do you wanna share your thoughts first?" The man said as he gestured towards her.

"Yeah, I just, I also don't feel like there's a point in time that I can pinpoint the issues to. I think we too often get put into a box where some sort of messed up event must have happened to all of us to make us like this, but nothing really bad happened to me, ever. My family are the nicest people, I did well in school, not amazing, but well, and I was generally a quite happy person. I just got stressed from the pressure of the future and I longed for something to happen because I was bored out of my mind from living in suburbia. I really was just a kid who experimented and lost control, just like Jeff... And so yeah, I agree with him. I don't think any of us can heal until both we and you accept that fact." Katya spoke  sincerely.

"Well thank you for your honesty. Trixie? Your thoughts?" Mark gestured towards the other girl.

"What can I say? I, I agree aswell. I know I haven't really accepted that I might have a problem, but.... I can be woman enough to admit that I do. But I still don't think that there's a traumatic event that made me like this. I've had tons of pressure academically and my parents were extremely strict, still kind of are, but I don't think there's one specific reason for my issues. I just think it's more complex than that. I think people are more complex than that." Trixie stated.

Katya had never really heard the girl open up like that, nor had she heard the doll adress the pressure her parents put her under so directly either. The blonde found herself wondering how tough it really had been, and who Trixie would have been now if she'd had it easier.

"Thank you for sharing, Trixie, and I'm proud of you for finding the courage to admit that you have an addiction issue. That really is the first step. I appreciate all of your perspectives and I'll try to also think of how I present and frase things until next time. I hope we can pick up this thread next week, and hopefully with me also being more open minded." The man spoke. They all nodded at this, finding his response to be fair. They started packing up, putting the chairs back in stacks against the wall.

"Hey, my stepdad actually dropped me off today. Think you could give me a ride back to my dorm?" Trixie asked the blonde woman as they walked out of the building.

"Yeah, sure. I only have one helmet with me tho, but you can have it." Katya stated, throwing the black bike helmet into the hands of the Barbie.

"No, that's fine. You're driving, you should be protected." The pink haired girl responded.

"Trix, it's cool, seriously. Besides, I'd rather get hurt than have you get injured." The blonde said as she placed a soft kiss on the other's cheek, taking the helmet from her hands and putting it on the girl carefully.

"You gotta stop being this sweet." Trixie mumbled with a deep blush coating her cheeks.

"And why's that?" Katya asked as she tapped the brown eyed girl's nose playfully.

"Nothing, nevermind." The girl responded, too embarrased to say what she was thinking. 

"Okay then. Come on Barbie, let's go party." The blonde joked, having already mounted the bike. The other girl following after, wrapping her arms securely around the blue eyed woman's slim waist.

"You gotta stop being sweet because otherwise my heart might get confused and actually fall for you." Trixie thought to herself as the motor started running, the meeting center disappearing behind them as they drove away.