We Can Solve For X ✔~ trixya

Chapter 15: Pressure and Confrontation

"I want  know who has been planting ideas in your head about throwing your life away!" Trixie's stepdad yelled. A nice family meetup having quickly turned confrontational as the pink haired doll had informed them that she wanted to try sending out demos to record labels.

"It's my life! She only helped me realise that!" The brown eyed girl responded.

"She, so there is a girl. God dammit, Beatrice, I thought this addiction of yours was finally getting under control." Her mother, Val, said in annoyance.

"It is, she's helping with that." Trixie tried to explain.

"By telling you to throw away everything we've worked for? We got you into those meetings so you could get your focus back on school, not so you'd focus even less on it. But, okay, tell me, where did you meet her? How do you know this woman who suddenly knows everything about your life?" Val asked. 

The pink haired girl was hesitant to say, knowing that where she knew Katya from would be a huge issue, but she also couldn't lie. Trixie was a really bad liar in general, she could avoid the truth or speak half truths, but not directly fake answers.

"I met her at the meetings..." The girl mumbled out.

"She's an addict? Oh, this just gets better and better!" Her stepdad, John, said as he threw his arms out dramatically.

"An addict? Really Trixie? I don't even know who you are anymore." Val spoke harshly.

"You don't even know her! How dare you judge her? Do you have any idea how difficult it even is to go to those meeting?" Trixie yelled, feeling anger fuel her at anyone speaking badly about Katya.

"Okay, tell me about her then. What is she there for? What's her addiction?" Her mother probed. 

"That's really not my place to tell, and you have no right to ask."

"Oh dear god, so it's bad then, that's what your saying. It's not drugs is it?" Val said, sounding more genuinely concerned now then before. The pink haired girl got uncharacteristically quiet, feeling tounge tied and cursing herself as she realised this answered the question louder than words ever could.

"A drug addict... Really Trixie? You want to throw your life away because a drug addict told you to?" John spoke, visibly angry.

"You don't understand, it's not like that and I'm not throwing my life away." Trixie tried to explain, but her mom soon cut her off.

"Beatrice, get in the car. I am driving you to that meeting." The older woman said in a cold tone.

The brown eyed girl opened her mouth to argue, but the glare she got from her mother moments after made her close it again and head out to the car. Her stepdad and mom soon joined her, the silence hanging over them like a cloud as her mom drove them to the counseling center. 

When they arrived Trixie could see Katya's bike being parked outside already, but there was no sign of the blonde girl. They walked into the meeting room, her parents anger clear as day. Katya of course knew nothing and so she waved happily once she saw the girl with cotton candy hair.

"You, are you the girl who's been telling my daughter to quit school?" Her mom spoke harshly to the blue eyed girl.

Katya stared confused at the three people, seeing Trixie mouth; "I'm sorry" when their eyes locked.

"I didn't tell her to quit, I only told her that I think she should live the live she dreams of." The blonde said calmly.

"Well, next time, why don't you mind your own business instead of meddling with our business?" Trixie's stepdad said, sounding more country than ever. Even tho they'd moved to Boston years ago, his Milwaukee accent shined through.

"Well, sir, to be fair I think it's up to Trixie to decide that. It's her business, not yours." Katya argued.

Just then Mark entered the room, instantly alarmed at the commotion taking place. 

"Hello, I'm their counselor, what seems to be the issue?" The man said, reaching out a hand for Trixie's parents to shake.

"It's clear to us that these meetings are a bad influence on Trixie, she won't be coming any longer." The girl's mother said.

"Mom! These meetings have helped me a bunch, you can't take me out of them!" Trixie yelled.

"Yes, I can, Trixie. You will not be going any longer. I will not have you around drug addicts and alcoholics who think they have a say in your future." Her mom spoke harshly.

"And I will not allow you to control me, I am an adult, and it is high time that you realise that! Katya and this group have helped so much in controlling my addiction, and on top of that I am finally figuring out who I am and who I want to be." The pink haired girl responded, not being able to hold back any longer.

"Beatrice Mattel, you will not be attending! The entire point of you coming here was so you'd get your focus back on schoolwork." Her mom scolded. Mark was about to cut in, but he was interrupted by Trixie, who was bubbling over with rage and sadness. The usually strong and confident girl, shaking and crying as she spoke again.

"Do you hear yourself? School this, school that. It's all you ever care about! You don't care about who I am or what I want. All you care about is bragging rights from my academic achievements. I thought you'd stop once I got into Harvard, but no, you kept pushing! I had to fight to not start college early, I've never had a social life, I barely had friends and the ones I had, I never got to see. The only time you took notice to anything being wrong was after I'd slept with hundreds of people and even then you didn't once ask me why I was doing it!" 

The room was silent, the small chat between the other meeting participants gone, and the girl's parents in shock at the outburst. 

"Trixie, you don't mean that, just get in the car and we can discuss this at home." Her mom said, her voice unsure and milder than before.

"Yes, I do mean it, and I'm not going anywhere. Now leave, otherwise you can kiss your dream of me staying at Harvard goodbye." 

That seemed to scare her parents away, the pair scrambling out to the car as Trixie stood catching her breath and drying away tears.

"Katya, why don't you take Trixie with you into the other room?" Mark suggested in a calm and soothing tone. Katya nodded and walked over to the pink haired girl, gently taking her hand and leading her out as they heard the meeting commence behind them.