Tightrope.- Trixya

5

Tears ran down Trixie's cheeks as she saw the picture of God in her dining room. She always thought he was generous, despite what her father and her community said, she knew that God was kind and loved without judging her.

She was sure he was a real God and loved her as much as she loved him. That he gave her his blessing to be happy with Katya despite what everyone will think because she was born in his image and likeness, he was her father, and he was kind. That every night she prayed to him in her room with so much fervor, he really listened to her and was by her side.

But she didn't understand why if God loved her, her father didn't do it.

"Trixie, honey, you're confused," her mother spoke for the first time, taking the initiative to break the silence, but she didn't do it for the better "You spend a lot of time with her, maybe you confuse love with admiration."

Her father looked at her with disgust, while her mother couldn't stop crying just like her.

"Lucas Johnson has been in love with you since you were a kid, and that guy Stevie in your art class likes you too. Maybe we can invite him to dinner and..."

"How dare you?" interrupted her father, causing chills to run down her spine, "I allowed that girl to come into our house, eat at our table and sleep in the same bed with you. How dare you do that to god? Do you think what you're doing is okay? Are you proud?"

The blonde swallowed with anxiety before getting up and facing him.

"I'm certainly not ashamed, Katya is the best thing that has happened to me, and I will not let her go; I don't care what you or others think, I will always be in love with her even if you try to separate us."

That was the last straw.

Her father gets up angrily before taking Trixie's blonde hair, dragging her into the living room, and regardless of the screams of his daughter or wife, he began beating the girl with hatred as she lay on the floor.

The man said a prayer while doing it. Trixie could vaguely recognize how her father asked for the demon or any stupidity that was inside her that make her feel attracted to girls to leave her body. His clenched fists or kicks didn't hurt her as much as knowing that her father hated her, and her mother wouldn't do anything to make him change his mind.

"I know it's not you who is talking, I know you're still my sweet little girl," her father spoke in a broken voice as he stopped his beating and knelt to see the girl's bruised face, "Trixie, I know it's the devil talking."

The blonde girl spat blood before talking.

"You can hit me as much as you want, but I can assure you something: that only makes me love her even more."

Her father swallowed hard before taking her hair tightly, causing the girl to release a cry of pain, and her tears combined with the blood on her face.

"You two will never be happy together."

And with that, he left her in the middle of the room, alone and squirming with pain as she went out with her mother, who was forbidden to come to heal her wounds. They were probably on their way to church to tell people lies, maybe telling them how much they should love their neighbor while their own daughter cried of pain.

With a lot of effort, the girl managed to pick up her phone and dial her girlfriend.

"Hi, baby; what happens?"

Trixie cried harder when she heard her sweet voice.

"Trixie? Are you crying?" the girl just sobbed harder, worrying Katya, "What happened? Are you okay? Tell me something, I beg you."