BITCH SLAP:
CAN'T GO BACK
Author's Note- there really isn't enough Bitch Slap fanfiction out there so here's mine. Enjoy!
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ONE:
ON MY MIND
Hel wasn't over her. She knew she never would be.
Trixie, Pinky, whatever the fuck her name was, had seemed to get right inside her and there she'd stayed.
The bitch. Hel thought venomously as she took another shot.
How could she just walk away like that? After all they'd shared!
The alcohol burned Hel's throat but she didn't seem to care.
Trixie had broken her heart and there seemed that nothing could repair that, not even the burn of hard liquor.
She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and slammed the empty glass down on the table in front of her.
Hel looked around the small, dingy motel room she had paid for and sighed.
How had she fallen this far?
Oh she knew.
She started slacking at work, making stupid mistakes that could have easily been avoided and all because she kept thinking of the two faced brunette who had played her so well.
It wasn't the fact that Hel had been played...well, ok maybe that had been a part of it but the truth was that she'd allowed herself to fall for Trixie and the little bitch had abused that, she'd played on that!
Hel screamed into the room and threw the tumbler at the wall in a fit of rage.
Oh she'd get what was coming to her. Hel would make sure of that...
Trixe had her arms folded as she stood in front of the huge bay window that overlooked the suburban area that she had chosen to move to with her daughter Lily.
"Mommy?"
Trixie plastered a smile onto her face and turned to smile down at her daughter.
"Hey, honey. You ok?"
"There's someone in the backyard."
Trixie frowned, her eyes going straight to the back doors.
"Ok, honey. You go up to your room and mommy's gonna see what's there, ok?"
Lily nodded as Trixie picked up her cuddly puppy toy and handed it to her.
"Take Mr Fluffy with you. He'll keep you safe."
Trixie didn't move until she heard her daughter shut her bedroom door.
She then moved to the closet under the stairs and grabbed a baseball bat, prepared to knock the shit out of anyone who had dared to come into her backyard and scare her daughter.
Trixie slid the one of the back doors open and stepped outside, shutting it behind her.
She looked different to how she first had when she'd been with Hel and Camero.
Instead of the shiny, gold dress, she was now dressed in black leggings, a pink tank top and high heeled shoes with her hair pulled back into a ponytail.
The backyard was very quiet.
Trixie looked around, the baseball bat hefted high in her hands. She couldn't very well bring her beloved katana out here with her, just in case it was some nosy neighbor. How could she explain that away? She was supposed to be living a quiet life here.
The brunette checked every tree, every bush, the seat by the small pond, the shed, everywhere.
No one was here.
Hm. Maybe Lily had been mistaken. Still, it was better to check things out.
Trixie went back inside the house, locking the doors behind her and switching off the light.
It was time for Lily's bedtime story now anyway.
Hel's eyes watched the brunette as she went back inside.
She didn't even know she was here; so Hel hadn't lost her touch just yet.
The red head smirked to herself.
She really had changed. She didn't look like a stripper anymore. Just a regular mom.
Hel shrugged.
At least she knew she could come in here without Trixie sensing her.
This would make it easier for when she made a beeline for Lily.
It was too soon.
Hel couldn't make a grab for Trixie's daughter yet.
The red head stared at herself in the bathroom mirror of the club she was currently in. She was drunk.
She wasn't here to pick up anyone or to even have a good time. After Trixie, there were no good times and Hel had slowly gotten used to having her heart ripped apart.
When she'd been Foxy 69, there had been no problem.
She was good at her job, very good in fact. She hadn't had any ties, no one holding her down, telling her that she needed to be at home more, her feelings hadn't come into play at all, she barely even registered that they were anymore and then she had to go and meet her.
Hel had come across her in a dark alley, it looked like she was about to be beaten up by some thug who had her by the throat.
Now Hel wondered if all that had been orchestrated too.
I mean seriously, who would have the balls to beat Pinky up? He had to have known who she was. Hel didn't think that Pinky would ever let herself get beat up on purpose, not to the extent that they thug was about to do to her anyway.
Hel glared at her reflection. What a stupid bitch she'd been.
Hel's hands clenched onto the sink as her anger grew.
"Still thinking about me?"
Hel looked up and saw Trixie smiling right back at her in the mirror.
She looked exactly like she had done the last time Hel had seen her; gold dress, shiny brunette hair and bright blue eyes, a vision, for lack of a better word.
When Hel spun around, Trixie wasn't there.
She's fucking with your head. Now you're in trouble. Her brain taunted.
Hel growled low her in throat and left the bathroom of the club.
Maybe all she needed was one good screw. That should fix things.
She scanned the club and found a brunette sitting all by herself.
Hel grinned, making her move and soon the girl was following her outside.
"This your car?" She asked, clearly impressed.
Hel nodded and climbed in, the girl sliding into the passenger seat smoothly.
Once they were back at the motel, the red head wasted no time in getting the brunette to her room.
The brunette seemed quite willing which only made things better.
Hel bent her head, kissing the other woman harshly.
The brunette giggled and Hel pulled back, hearing Trixie's laugh instead of this girl.
She frowned at Hel.
"Something wrong?"
Hel looked at her and forced an uneasy smile.
"No...of course not." Hel replied, a dark frown on her face.
The brunette smiled brightly.
"Then turn that frown upside down, girlfriend."
Hel froze and backed away from the brunette.
"What...what did you just say?"
"Nothing."
"But it wasn't nothing. It was exactly the same thing that Trixie had said to Hel that day on the beach with Lily.
Hel swallowed and raised a hand as if that would stop the brunette from coming any closer.
"I can't-I can't do this." Hel whispered.
The brunette frowned slightly.
"Are you ok?"
Hel nodded.
"Fine just...just please leave."
"Is there something I did?"
"No, it's just that I want to be alone for a while."
"Are you sure? Cos I can stay-"
"Will you just get the fuck out?!" Hel snapped, her voice loud and sharp.
The brunette nodded and quickly brushed past Hel, leaving the motel room as quickly as she could.
Hel sank onto the floor as tears burned behind her eyes.
"What the hell have you done to me, Trixie?"
Author's Note- Next chapter will be longer. Please rate and review!