Little Miss Perfect ✔~ trixya

Chapter 7: A Bedroom Down The Hall

Katya

"Trixie?"

"God, you fucking bitch! What the hell is your problem?" I hear the guy yell from behind me.

"Give me one second." I say to Trixie with a smile, before turning towards the boy. "My problem is assholes like you who thinks they can do whatever they want."

I see him charging for me, so without a second thought I kick him in the balls, making him fall backwards again.

"FUCK! You fucking cunt! You're gonna pay for this!" He yells, but I just turn back to Trixie.

"So Trixie, nice to see you here." 

"Uhm, Katya.. you might wanna run." Trixie says looking nervously over my shoulder.

"Huh?" I look behind me and there stands a furious guy, now joined by two other guys who seemingly appeared out of nowhere.

"Run!" She says, grabbing my wrist and leading me through the house.

It's clear that she's been here countless times as she pulls me with her into what seems to be a guest bedroom and quickly locks the door. She signals for me to stay quiet as we wait for the male voices to drown into the general noise of the party.

"I think they're gone." Trixie says as she gets up to leave, but I pull her back down to sit on the edge of the bed with me.

"Stay with me?" 

"I really shouldn't..." She replies. 

"Why? I won't harm you." I say honestly.

"I know, but others might if they find out I'm hanging out with you." The girl says, but she sits down nevertheless.

How I wish I could figure out what she's thinking.

Is she cold because she's afraid?
Or is it from a lack of interest?
Her speech and actions usually almost convince me that there's nothing there, but her eyes always betray her. Those honey brown eyes show curiosity, worry, care, and desire.

"Well, no one else knows that you're in here. Also, does what they think really matter that much?" 

"Of course it does...  I am who they make me, I have to be perfect because otherwise I might fall apart. If I'm not perfect then I am nothing. You.. you wouldn't understand, you stand up to people like it's nothing. How you spoke to Jason? No one's ever done that, and frankly it puts a huge target on your back. I couldn't live like that."  Trixie says sadly. 

"You saw that, huh? Did you think it was cool?" I joke, trying to make her smile reappear. 

You see, what's odd about me and Trixie these days is that we're friends, but only on occasion. She'll laugh at my jokes and I'll see a glimpse of the person I think she truly is, but then just as quickly, that person will disappear into hiding.

"I think it was stupid, you could have gotten yourself killed." She says strictly, making me smile.

"Aaw, were you worried about me?"

She looks away, a blush coating her cheeks as she plays with her fingers in her lap.

"No, not at all..." She mumbles. I lift her chin gently, turning her head to face mine. 

"You're cute, Trix." 

Her blush deepends before she shakes her head out of my grip and turns away from me. There she goes again, pulling away. But I don't push her, I know it's not a battle against me, it's a battle against herself, a battle against everything she believes in.

"You shouldn't say stuff like that.." Trixie says.

"And why's that?"

"Because it's wrong... God, says so. You'll go to hell, and I don't want you to go to hell." She says softly.

How can someone's judgement sound so endearing?

"Well that's even cuter, but I don't really care if I go to hell or not. I'd rather go to hell than give up a part of my identity. Why would I want heaven if it means giving up on love?" I respond.

"But, but it's not who you are, it's just that you've given into temptation. It's not real."

"Oh кукла, I promise you it's very real and it's exactly who I am. Don't let some book tell you otherwise. No book that judges people should control you. Happiness should come first, not some old rules from an old book." I say.

"But, it's God's word.. It's everything I know, everything I am... His word is law." 

"Trixie, what if God told you to jump off a cliff? You're allowed to think for yourself, interpret, and decide your own path. You're so smart, so use that beautiful brain of yours to find your own interpretation. There's so much life to live, don't let some book stop you from living it." I say.

I take a risk and place my arm around her waist, and to my surprise she doesn't pull away. My other hand finds her hair, combing through it before my hand lands on her jaw, my thumb carressing her cheek.

And before I can process what's happening, her soft lips meet mine.