My Russian Beauty | Trixya (on Hold)

Chapter 1

Dear diary

I am beyond nervous for the first day of senior year tomorrow, I don't even know what to do with myself, what to wear and most importantly if I'm going to like my classes. Scratch that, there's the new girl that moved in down the street. She's like super super pretty and looks around my age so I hope she's - my mom is calling, gotta go diary.

Trixie

"Beatrice, get your ass down here!" my mother's deafening voice yelled, making me jump. I quickly packed up my diary, locked it in my bed side drawer where I keep anything and everything personal, valueable or private in and ran downstairs. "yes mom?" I asked quietly, that woman scares the hell out of me. "I'm hungry, start dinner" she said, not taking her eyes off the tv. "what do you want me to make?" I asked, walking quickly through the living room. She grabbed my arm as I passed the couch. "pasta, but first put some clothes on, you look like a fat slut." she spat, tipping the remainder of her beer into her mouth and crushing the can before pushing it into my hand. I nodded, not bothering to say a word and threw the can out before running back to my room.

Once changed, I ran downstairs to start dinner. It needed to be done before phil, my step dad got home from work and he should be on his way home now. God I hate that man, the thought of him makes me sick to my stomach. Not only is he a dick but he's also a creep and when he looks at me I feel so dirty. Ever since they got married 5 years ago, I have nothing to myself and lately he's been saying stuff like 'you're turning into a shapely young woman' and touching me when he walks by and ew just thinking about it makes me wanna die. I opened a can of sauce, poured it into the finished pasta before putting it onto 2 plates, setting them on the table and speed walking out of the kitchen. "dinner ready." I mumbled as I walked by my mom. "where are you going?" she asked, turning the tv off. "to shower, I'm not hungry." I said shortly and began to walk up the stares. "good idea, you're getting too big for my liking." she snicker. I paused for a second, took a breath and continued walking up the stairs.

Once I was in my room, I flopped onto my bed and closed my eyes. One single tear rolled down my cheek. I whipped it away angrily, not caring if I smudged the little bit of makeup I was wearing. I don't know why what she says bothers me so much, I don't care what she thinks of me but since she's my mom, I can't help but crave her approval.

After a while, I pulled myself out of bed and made my way over to the washroom to shower before bed. As I was getting undressed, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror and sighed. It's not that I was fat fat but I had really wide Hips and thick Thighs, I'm just not built to be thin and athletic, not like the girl down the street... Why do I keep thinking about her? I haven't even met her and she's already stuck in my head. Being gay is stressful, especially when no one but your closest friends know. My phone dinged, interrupting my thoughts. Speaking of friends, it was a text from my girl pearl.

"yo trix, meet me at Starbucks tomorrow morning at 7:30 so we can get drinks and walk together."

I smiled and replied with a quick "kk" and put the music on my phone on shuffle before stepping into the shower. I sang my quietly to Dolly Parton's 9 to 5 as I washed my long blonde hair. I naturally have light brown hair but I've been bleaching it since high school started, I don't even know what I'd look like with dark hair anymore. I stepped out and quickly got dried off, doing a few face masks and just being extra before exiting the washroom and running back to my room. I'm excited for tomorrow, to see everyone and get me out of the house again. I slipped into bed in nothing but a baggy tee shirt and underwear and pulled my big pink comforter over my head, falling asleep with image on the beautiful blonde from down the road in my head.

Katyas POV

"Yekaterina, you're going to bed fine. You'll look beautiful no matter what you wear tomorrow." my mother said through her thick Russian accent. She was sat on my bed, watching me run in and out of my closet like a chicken with my head cut off. "Mama, first impressions are everything. It's very important that I look hot and also like I don't give a fuck, you know." I said, dropping to my knees to dig through the shoes in my closet. "Yekaterina! Language!" she shouted, scowling at me. I turned around and narrowed my eyes before we both burst out laughing. My mom is my best friend, she's great. That's also really convenient considering the fact that we're always moving around due to the 'family business' aka the Russian mafia.

"I think you should wear the big shoes, you're so short." my mom laughed, pointed to the thick soled doc Martin's that laid on the floor near my vanity "5 foot 5 is not that short!" I shrieked, clutching my chest in fake offence. "whatever you say shorty. Come down in 10 minutes for dinner honey." she said, kissing my head and leaving my room. By the time dinner was ready, I decided on what to wear. I ran downstairs and into the kitchen, throwing myself into my normal seat as my mother placed a plate Infront of me. Just as we were sitting down to eat, the door opened and in my father and older brother Nikolai walked in. My mother stood up quickly to great them and get them their own plate. "hey Katya." my bother said, giving me a quick hug then sitting in the seat beside me. My father gave me a quick kiss on the cheek and sat down at the head of the table.

Over dinner, we discussed what happed at 'the office' today and any updates coming from family and business partners back in Russia. My brother started working with my father about 10 years ago. Things were really bad back in Russia that year and my brother was coming to an age where they believed he didn't need any further education (aka 10th grade) and was forced into the family business. He didn't seem to mind much, that man is built like an ox and is filled with white hot anger, much like my father.

I feel like I should tell you a bit about my family. My father comes from a long line of hit men and when he was 16 his father died. At the time his uncle was the head of the Russian mafia with my grandfather being his right hand man. The Zamolodchikova's have been in charge of Russian affairs for many generations and with that comes plenty of danger but also plenty of power. When my father was 30, my uncle decided that it would be time to set him up with a wife so he could begin to create heirs to the thrown per say.

That summer my father was introduced to my mother who had just turned 17 at a party, my father instantly fell head over heels for her and they began to date. On my mother's 18th birthday, my father purposed to her with a big beautiful ring. They got married when my mother was 20 and my father was 33. She gave bitch to Nikolai a month before my father 35th birthday and names him after my grandfather.

In the years between my brothers and my birth, my mother had cancer and the chemo stopped her from becoming pregnant and 8 years later, the day before my mother's 30th birthday, I was born. To this day my mother calls me her miracle or chudo but my father's side of the family wasn't too crazy about their only other child being a girl, that is until I took an interest in combat and weaponry. My first meeting of my uncle was when I was 5 and I politely asked my mother in a room full of high ranking mafia officials of I could "go on the hit with papa" since that day, I've had a special relationship with my uncle and hold the respect of many of the mafia officials. A lot of that contributed to be Tom boy side.

Once dinner was done, I helped my mother with the dishes and made my way to the bathrooms to take a shower and get ready for bed. As much as I like to go for the 'idgaf' look, smelling bad isn't part of the act. Besides, when we were moving in I saw this beautiful girl laying on her lawn tanning down the street, I could have stared at her all day. Her shorts and shirt hugged her curvy body tightly. Her blonde hair was piled on top of her head in a messy bun that managed to still be perfect with pieces falling around her face and sat atop her nose and just above her plump pink lips sat heart shape sun glasses. I'm going to make her mine, you mark my word.