THREAD: Maks and Troian
WHO: Troian & Maks WHEN: Sunday August 18th, late evening, around 11pm WHERE: Maks' apartment WHAT: Troian was outed to her family and turns to Maks for safe haven. RATING: High. OPEN: No.
The taxi pulled up in front of Maks' apartment. The Nixen girl, wiped at her wet cheeks, wincing as her fingers brushed over the tender and sensitive skin. In the backseat of the cab, she sat in the shadows, her long dark hair covering her face and the bruises and scrapes along her soft olive skin. The driver looked at her in his rear view mirror as he told her the fare. Reaching into her trench coat pocket, Troian pulled out a wad of cash, more then her fare. Probably more then the man made in a week. Sliding it to him, she put her collar up and slid out of the car without a word. Punching in the passcode, the young woman let herself into the nixen prince's apartment. She didn't take her coat off, as she was wearing very little and she couldn't quite seem to get warm. Troian knew her way around Maks' apartment very well, she had been there many times. Making her way into the modern kitchen, she made herself some tea.
Standing in the kitchen, wearing only the trench coat and heels she had grabbed before fleeing her family home, Troian couldn't help but think on how her night had gotten to this point...
She had been sleeping, home for the weekend for a family function when she had been violently awoken and dragged from bed. Her father had slapped her, the blow hard enough to whip her head back. Then his phone had been shoved into her face. Bewildered and confused, it had taken her a moment to focus on what he had been sent and what she was looking at. It was a video of her and Cody. His words cut through her confusion as he called her a whore and shook her, before throwing her away from him. Her older brothers were there too, demanding to know what the hell this was all about. It didn't matter what she said and that was quickly apparent by the way she was beaten by all three. It wasn't the fact that they beat her that hurt so bad. It was the way her mother stood in the doorway, doing nothing, even with tears in her eyes.
She was accused of doing this disgusting act for attention as the blows rained down on her. Troian didn't know what came over her, but she slapped back at them, fending them off for a moment, as she cried that it wasn't so, that she loved her. The silence that descended on them was deafening as they all stared at her. "I love her," she whispered again into the silence. The look on her father's face was indescribable as he turned several shades of red. Troian braced herself as the blow came, a crack across her face as her head slammed into the wall. She saw stars as she was dragged to her feet, by her hair, her father's fist in her dark hair. He slapped her again, twice, before throwing her back to the ground. What followed must have been their way of trying to beat her feelings out of her. The last thing he said to her as he left the room, with her sobbing on the floor was that the only thing she was good for was breeding and enhancing the family bloodline and she had better get her head on straight and a bastard prince in her belly or there would be dire consequences. Her mother said nothing, even as Troian reached out to her, eyes begging her to understand, to give her some comfort. Instead she turned and followed her husband and sons out of the room.
The whistle of the tea kettle startled her out of her reverie and she quickly turned it off and poured the scalding hot liquid into a black mug. She made herself some black tea and carried it over to the black leather couch. She sat quietly, holding onto the cup with both hands, as her graceful hands kept shaking as she raised the hot liquid to her lips, burning and stinging the girl's split lip. The sound of the door opened and she flinched, spilling the hot tea on her leg with a gasp. It was only Maks and she gently put her cup down and hid her shaking hands in her lap. She had purposefully kept the lights low so as to hide the obvious brusies and scrapes on her face.
"How was your trip?" she asked softly, her voice a little hoarse from her screaming and crying earlier.