A/N: So since my last update took forever, I worked on this chapter asap. I think this is probably my fastest update since I first released this story now that I think about... terrible, just terrible.

Thanks again to everyone for the support/reviews/follows/favorites and most of all, reading this fanfic. You guys really motivated me to churn out this chapter out as fast as possible!

IMPORTANT NOTE: After evaluating just how serious and explicit the nature of some of the themes this story will express, I felt the need to warn you guys once more. Like I said earlier, there will be a lot of violence, etc. covered in the coming chapters but it won't be over the top and will be needed to advance the plot, which is going to get overall more darker from here on out. But don't worry, there won't be any lemons or anything of that nature if that's what any of you are worried about.


Chapter 11: Confessions

It had been a long day, a longer day than he intended it to be, to be precise. He wasn't looking forward to the trip back home, but ensuring that Trixie made it back to her house safely made the whole trip worth it. The drive to her mansion had been long and tedious, and after taking the first road that led into more wilderness which forced them to turn around, finally got through her estate's security checkpoint and in front of the mansion's doorsteps. Prestigious house really, especially when taken into account the architectural design and scale of the entire structure.

"This is your stop, guess I'll see you Monday." Timmy murmured lowly before pivoting to walk down the small steps that led into the private driveway. As selfish as it sounded, he never did like leaving her company.

"Wait." Trixie voiced out, reaching out instinctively even though he was already a small distance away from her.

Muddled about this unanticipated move by her, he stopped and looked back, finding the girl staring at him with a solemn expression on her face. Trixie didn't say anything else immediately, but he assumed something serious was up by the way she carrying herself.

Her eyes wandered around a bit before resting on Timmy. "I just wanted to say thanks for the ride, and there's... there's something I got to tell you."

"No problem, and what is it?" He questioned, travelling up the back up steps to meet with her.

She dug into her purse for her keys, opened the large doors that entered into the halls of her family's mansion, and strolled in. "I'll explain it inside, so can you just follow me, please?" Her tone projected a hint of insecurity, and that alone was enough to persuade him into accompanying her into the over-sized house without protest.

Scurrying in, he glanced around, discerning that it'd been awhile since he'd been here, a few years if memory served him correctly. Much had change in the Tang household, and where there was once pink wallpaper now rested a neutral tan color-scheme, reflecting the ever changing tastes of Trixie, who he was almost sure dictated a lot of the interior designs of the mansion. Also, despite being in her house a few instances before, albeit getting kicked out almost every time, Timmy couldn't help but marvel at the marble covered floors and stairs, the overall expansiveness of the place, and the lavish furniture and equally interesting artifacts and paintings that lined the entire house. The Tang's lived like gods in their gilded home, and that was no understatement.

They ambled their way through the mansions ornate hallway and straight into the main living room, which was almost the size of his entire house. But unlike the Victorian styled entrance, this part of the estate was much more modern and 21st century, sporting two black C shaped couches that rested in a slightly sunken oval portion of the floor that was located in the room's center, a large flat-screen TV that rested in a nearby wall, a classic piano, and other accessories and appliances that were common place in a typical expensive living room. He persisted to examine his new surroundings, eventually peering over at the eccentric kitchen and top of the line black marbled bar, an area where Trixie was headed to now.

"All the maids have left if that's what you're wondering. I'm pretty used to it though.." She stated, her pensive voice echoing all the way to him.

"You can sit on the couch if you like. Did you want something to eat or drink?" Trixie opened up the large kitchen refrigerator and waited for a response.

"Just water is fine." He replied back, basking in the coziness of the couch. Timmy certainly wouldn't have minded having a life like this, but then again, even a rich girl like Trixie wasn't perfect. One needn't look further than her own personal disposition to understand that.

She turned to Timmy and frowned. "Are you sure? You're not hungry or anything?"

The usually pink-hatted wearing boy shook his head. "No, but thanks for offering."

"Well, if you do need anything just help yourself." She closed the fridge and took a glass of water. Walking down the two shallow steps that led her down into the lounging portion of the living room, she sat on the opposite couch of Timmy, observing him as he took the drink.

"I guess I'd be better tell you what happened today. You know, the reason why I was acting the way I was."

Timmy set the glass down, intently listening to ensure that he was able to hear all the details.

Preparing herself to tell him, she brought her knees up and loosely wrapped her arms around them. She wasn't fond on telling him the story, but she continued on none the less. "It all started with me and Tad discussing some Club matters, but naturally, me and him disagreed on practically everything. Well, he got super pissed at the way I was acting, and... and" Timmy could see her eyes flicker as she recalled the happening, "... I'm not sure what got into him, but that's when he backed me into a corner and, then..." Trixie stared firmly at the boy before she forcefully turned away. Should she really tell him? Should she really tell him that she nearly lost her integrity by force to someone he already hated? Would it be better of it he didn't know what happened? No, that wouldn't be right, she had tell him the truth.

"Timmy, he tried to take advantage of me."

"Wait, he... what?" He was confused by such an abrupt statement, believing that his ears had deceived him. Her voice may have been somber and soft, but its message, deafening and upsetting. The amount of pain he saw in her eyes was evident; full of embarrassment, pain, shame, humiliation, anger. Taking it all in, Timmy lie silent, caught in an overwhelming mass of vexation and rage.

That creep tried to violate her, de-flower her, humiliate her all just so he could gain some twisted pleasure.

Blood boiling, Timmy began to twitch and clutched his fists with intense pressure.

"Did he hurt you?" He asked firmly, hoping her answer wouldn't be yes.

Trixie shook her head, "No, I... I don't know what came over me but I somehow managed to fight back. I pushed him off me then slapped him in the face, hard enough so that his cheek began to bleed. I didn't have a choice, Timmy, I knew that if i didn't do something quick, I would just become another statistic." She viciously tried suppressing the images of that terrifying event, and even more so trying to resist the thought of what could have happened had she not did what was necessary."I never thought this could happen to me, but it did, and now, I just don't see anything the same anymore."

Trails of tears swiftly began streaming down her face, but they weren't tears of sadness, but rather, acceptance. In her desperate act for self-preservation against Tad, a part of her had broken, a part of her that wanted to believe that the world was a pleasant and friendly place. It didn't hit her at that exact point in time, but it sure was now. She was so used to being in control, so used to being above everything, that when all power was stripped from her she didn't know what do. Her sheltered life had hid her from this sobering fact for all these years, an irrefutable truth that struck her when she was at her most vulnerable point.

She lowered her face, letting her droplets of sorrow drop down into her jeans. "Now I know people like him existed, that this world, this reality, is a cruel and merciless place." Despair plagued the girl, consuming her as she began to embrace the notion.

While the outrage Timmy was facing was in no way shape or form depleting, the worst possible thing he could do in a situation like this was externalize his destructive sentiments. The gravity of the moment was depressing to say the least, because as much as he'd hate to admit it, Trixie was right. There was no denying it. But just because she was right didn't mean they couldn't do anything to control their own fates.

Tucking away his hatred for Tad, Timmy got up and re-acquaintanced himself with the couch Trixie was sitting on. He had no clue what do say; what was he suppose to say during a time like this? Sorry for what happened, the world is a screwed up place and it's good that you understand that now? No, only an idiot would say that.

He sighed, speaking with a dismal like voice. "I honestly don't know how to react, Trixie, and as much as I'd want to beat the hell out of Tad, my main concern right now is you. People may say otherwise, hell, I won't lie, I even had my doubts, but after all these years, I know you're a strong, kind, and passionate girl. Sure, maybe the world is a messed up place, but that doesn't mean we should just give up. If you don't fight for what you want, what you believe in, what you want to keep, then you won't last long last in this world.

Trixie stopped her sobbing and felt Timmy grab her hand. "You don't let the worst of life take you down, you let it make you stronger, not only for the people around you, but for yourself."

His speech surprised her, captivating Trixie into a near stunned like state. And it wasn't just the words that got her, but also his daring and confident stare. Just the look in his eyes suggested that he'd seen a lot over the years, and though she may not have known all of his endeavors, Trixe knew that she couldn't even begin to comprehend half of the things he had endured. He was strong and so sure of himself, something she failed to understand.

She glanced down at her hand and then at him.

"I...I don't know what to say."

"You don't have to say anything, just promise me this; don't let anything or anyone effect you this way, because if that happens, you would have done more damage to yourself than they ever could. You're stronger than you think, Trixie, and seeing how you defended yourself against Tad, I think that subconsciously you are aware of this."

Trixie looked him square in the eye. She didn't want to be the victim, she didn't want to be weak, no, she wanted to strong, she wanted to prove to Timmy that she wasn't just a stuck up spoiled little rich girl who only cared about herself. But most of all, she wanted to prove to him that she could one day aspire to be that person that Timmy always believed her to be.

"I... I promise."

Timmy accepted her response, taking his hand off from hers. There was no proof she would follow through, but he trusted her to keep that promise. After all, she was more than capable of doing so.

Or so he hoped.

"Good. Well, I think it's time for me to to head home. It's getting late." Turner removed himself from his seated position, but was quickly pulled down by Trixie.

"No, please, don't go, not yet." She begged endearingly. "My parents won't be home for another few days and the maids don't show up until 9 am tomorrow... I know this is too much to ask, but can you stay over? If you can't, then that's fine, I just... don't want to be alone tonight. Not after what happened earlier."

OK, now this was definitely uncalled for.

The girl let go of his wrists and sat back down. "Actually, never mind, I shouldn't have-"

"It's fine, Trixie. I can spend the night if you really want me to; it's Saturday tomorrow anyway." He interjected.

The girl's eyes lit up at his answer. "Are you sure?"

Timmy nodded, "Yeah, it's fine."


Never in a million years did he think he'd find himself land in Trixie's house, let alone her bedroom. He was laying on a small cushioned couch located at the opposite end of the room, trying with all his might to fall asleep. He couldn't doze off no matter how hard he tried, and his school clothes being on his body didn't help either. Timmy was uncomfortable, but it's not like he could just sleep with only his boxers and tank top on in someone else's home, that would've been awkward, especially around a girl who he felt such a strong attraction to. However, with sleep deprivation kicking in, he decided that it was in his best interest to do just that. Besides, he could always just explain to her in the morning.

She would understand, right?

Standing upright, he slowly took of his shirt and pants, folding them nicely and setting them down on the drawer beside him. After that was done, he laid back down on the couch on and closed his eyes.

"Hey, Timmy, are you still awake?"

Turner cursed himself silently. Great, she must've heard him despite his best efforts to be as silent as humanly possible.

"Yeah, I'm still awake..."

A minute passed, and he began to wonder if he was just hearing things. Wasn't too uncommon of an occurrence for his ears to trick him.

"I can't sleep...I know this is going to sound childish, and extremely.. errr... weird... but can you lay down next to me? When I was little, my grandma would always do that to help me sleep, and strangely, it always worked."

First giving her a ride home, then invited into her house, and now offered to sleep on her bed with her in it? Seriously, what in heaven's name was going on here?

"Um, sure." As much as tried to display a show of reluctance, he was actually sort of glad that such an offer had presented itself.

Approaching her bed, Timmy crawled in, and Trixie quickly wrapped her arms around his body and rested her head at the foot of his neck. He felt his heart sink at the close contact, and with Trixie wearing nothing but shorts and a thin tank top , her bare skin literally rubbed against his. Soft, tender, and warming, her careful touch was akin to that of an angel, and when she entangled her legs with his own, he heard her breathing quicken. Timmy fought the distinct urge that came with being a male adolescent, and it was quite obvious that Trixie was struggling with her own hormones too.

"You have a really strong heart, it's super soothing hearing it beat so steadily." Trixie began intimately massaging his chests with her small hands. Her delicate strokes enticed him, making their body to body position that much more snug.

"I'm really happy you're here Timmy." She added, gazing up at him with a huge blush on her face.

"Actually.. that kinda came out wrong. What I mean is that I'm happy, but not that kind of-" She trailed off, "...oh forget it."

Then, without any hint or warning, she spontaneously leaned her face forward and did the unthinkable; she kissed him straight on the lips.

"What... what did you just do?" There was an intense dazing vibe that zoomed all the way up to his brain, dumbfounding and hypnotizing Timmy on the spot. All vocabulary that held the potential in describing his reaction to Trixie's unprecedented act of affection all went out the window. He didn't believe it, and was expecting himself to wake up at any second. But the more time passed, the more evident it became.

For once this wasn't a dream, but reality.

"I can't go on like this anymore, I just can't. I'm tired of living a lie and I refuse to hide my feelings any longer. Timmy, the truth is... I do care for you, more than you'd ever know." She gazed at him with an intense amount of emotions. "I say this now because I don't want to lose someone like you Timmy, not now, not ever."

He was at a loss of words hearing this confession. This was an occasion no one, not even Trixie herself, could've seen coming.

She began to loosen her grip on him and slowly moved away, in the midst of distancing herself from him by rolling over to the far side of the bed as he lay still in utter silence. Maybe it was too soon, she thought. "You probably think I'm crazy as hell right now... probably shouldn't have-"

But before she could continue, he stopped her negativity by planting his lips on hers. Her breath escaped her as the vibrant passion being passed down to her communicated a warm and authentic feeling, which matched perfectly with the boy cuddling up with her. She let out a shallow moan, causing Timmy to up double his efforts in satisfying the female in front of him. While previously tired, they were wide awake now, and would probably be awake for at least an hour or two.

Though still young and developing, this marked a new chapter between the two, and was just one of the many to come.


Psst, Timmy, wake up.

"Ugh... just let me sleep, Mom. It's Saturday for crying out loud." He shrugged off the voice and continued to snooze away.

"Mom? Um, I'm not your mom, sweetheart." The person teased.

Timmy's eyes sprung wide open immediately after he heard that pet name, finding a girl plopped nicely on top of the lower portion of his body. Trixie was beaming at him, messy hair and all, and appearing extremely content. They had a wild night, but nothing too extreme or explicit. While there were times when the both of them got extremely racy, they managed to keep both of their clothes on during their little make out session. A miracle really, taken into account that there were years of bottled up feelings and wants being expressed.

"What did you just call me?" He said, squinting at her.

"Sweetheart, something wrong with that?"

He examined her face and shook his head. "No, it's just... odd hearing you call me that."

The raven-haired girl chuckled, "Hmm, if that's the case, then you'd better get used to it." She pushed herself against his pelvis area gently and leaned down over to kiss him right at the brim of his lip, putting him into an absolute frenzy of ecstasy. He lightly kissed back, taking in the sweet lingering scent that was only associated with her.

God, that never got old.

"You don't care what people would think? Like, of us?" He asked as the two of them pulled away from each others lips.

She shook her head, regaining her breath from the kiss. "No, why would I? Listen, Timmy, I don't want to be like this, like them anymore, and as soon as we get back to school, I'm calling the Patriots and settling a deal that will make the school, shall I say, more democratic."

No. Freaking. Way. She was going to let the students run the school? Impossible.

Anticipating for him to speak, she placed her finger in front of his mouth in a hushing motion. "But I'll take care of that later, so for now, let's say I make you some breakfast." Her sweet and coaxing voice hushed down into a compassionate tone, enticing Turner to agree. So he went along with her suggestion, playfully tackling her on the bed so that he was the one on top. She obviously didn't want to talk about politics and neither did he.

"That's odd, I never imagined a girl like you could cook."

She bit her lip before wrapping her arms around his neck. "I'm no chef, but I'm sure I can make something that you could appreciate."

"Well then, surprise me."

The girl leaned her face up and purred into his ear. "I can't surprise you if we don't get out of this bed, now can I?" A variety of goosebumps emerged from his body hearing her speak like that, and ever so reluctantly, he removed himself off of her and sat upright on her mattress.

"...Wouldn't it be kinda weird when your maids see you coming out like that with me?" Timmy pointed at her loose tank top and hickey ridden neck. The young man knew that they got a little touchy, but after evaluating the physical status of her and her clothes, he didn't know they got that touchy.

The Asian girl chuckled, touching his lap in reassurance. "Nah, don't worry, they can keep a secret."

"You're positive?"

"Certain, but I'll go out first and check if there are any maids out there if it bothers you that much. But like I said, if they see us, no biggie."

"Yeah, can you do that..? I still don't feel comfortable just steeping out there like looking like this." He was only in his boxers and tank top, and he really didn't feel like putting on his regular clothes on for the time being.

Trixie acknowledged his requests, lifting herself up from her bed and walking to the door to peep out into the hallway. Meanwhile, Timmy began observing her every move, and dare he say, every feature. He didn't want to keep staring, but it was just right there in front him, and her wearing those rather tiny sleeping shorts didn't help either. While she was a relatively petite girl, he had to admit that she did have an extremely nice rear-end.

"No maids out, coast is... what are you staring at?"

And there was, standing there in a near mesmerized like trance, like a complete moron. "Oh, um, nothing! Let's go make some breakfast."

She rolled her eyes then flickered them at him before stepping out of her room. "Timmy, don't act stupid. I know exactly what you were looking at, and don't worry, I think you have a nice body too."

Rubbing the back portion of his head, he tried to fight the blood that was rushing into his cheeks.

This was going to be a very interesting morning.


Not much was said while Trixie slaved away at making a meal for her new boyfriend. A strange new reality for the both of them really, but he was hers and she was his, and that was the bottom line.

"Ok, finished. I hope you like it." She remarked, serving up a plate that appeared to be as alluring as ever. Crepes filled with chocolate and strawberries, and covered with a small amount of whip cream, not the most nutritious or hardy breakfast ever, but one that would suffice none the less. He took the fork that was set on the plate, cut a piece of the crepe, and put it into his mouth, and to his surprise, she actually did do a decent job.

"Wow, not bad. Who taught you how to make this?" Timmy said before he cut another piece.

"One of the family chef's taught me not too long ago. Do you like it?" She anxiously awaited for him to speak, praying that her mediocre cooking skills were just enough to please her companion.

He set down his fork and smiled at her. "Like it? I think it's great!"

Trixie exhaled a deep breath, happy knowing that she could do something by herself without paying or ordering someone to do it for her.

Done with cooking, she washed her hands, moved on Timmy's side of the kitchen counter, and sat down on a stool next to him. Luckily for them, all the maids were down doing laundry or tending to some other house needs far from them, allowing the fresh couple to spend some quality time together uninterrupted.

This got Timmy thinking - was it always like this around the Tang household? Both parents were gone, and what from little she had mentioned about them, it almost seemed to be routine.

"If it's ok with you, but mind if I ask you where exactly are your parents?" He questioned, finishing his dish and uncomfortable with the blatancy in his words.

Trixie's face sunk when he asked. "My dad's on another business trip and my mom is out partying in Las Vegas or New York. It's one of those places. I don't even bother to remember anymore because she's always out."

"Don't they ever come home?"

She shook her head, recalling the depressing fact that she hardly saw the two people responsible for creating her. "Rarely, and if they do it's only for a day or two... sometimes I wish I could have normal caring parents. Kind of like yours."

Like his? What was she talking about? His parents didn't... actually, when he thought back on it, they did. Sure, they may have had their callous moments, but the times when they showed him love and affection greatly outweighed the times when they acted on selfish desires that would occasionally leave him neglected. But despite this, he still held a small amount of content for his immediate family.

"Yeah, I guess." He spoke unenthusiastically.

Timmy was compelled to ask because knew very little about her family, other than the fact that she was half-Chinese and half European and that they were loaded with money. It answered some basic questions, such as the reason for her blue eyes and other physical attributes uncommon with Asians, but failed in revealing much else. He didn't understand how lucky he had it when concerned to receiving constant loving attention, whether it be from his human parents or fairy parents, until Trixie explained her situation at home. A classic case of a privileged girl having everything she could ever want, except the few things she needed most.

"Trixie, the laundry is... oh dear."

One of her maids walked in the kitchen, wide eyed and jaw dropped upon observing the the both of them. Timmy just sat there, tongue-tied, knowing that he had been caught. If that were her dad, he'd probably shit himself before jumping out a window.

"Oh. Hi,Melissa! This is my friend, Timmy, I know what this looks like, but... uh... I assure you, it's not what you think." Trixie improvised quickly. She may not be in trouble, but there was no doubt in her mind how awkward all of this was becoming.

"Looks like? You'd be hard pressed to convince me you were doing anything but what I think you two were doing." Melissa pointed out both of their near half-dressed and sloppy appearances.

Trixie fixed her tank top to cover the string of her bra and insecurely covered the multiple hickeys on her nick with her hand. "Of course not! Do you think I'd really do that with my boyfriend... you know what, can you just keep this a secret? I swear we didn't do it. He just stayed over the night to keep me company, that's all."

Melissa grinned good-naturedly and nodded, "About time you met a guy worth bringing home, and I promise, I'll keep this little incident to myself. But if, or may I say, when, judging by what I can see, you start to take things a bit more seriously, I'd be more than happy to go to the store to fetch some items, specifically ones that serve a protective function."

Trixie and Timmy's faces flushed with a tomato red at the maid's words, who began to hum to herself as she walked away to to resume her daily duties.


He was neither surprised nor shocked to enter a house void of his parents. It was six o'clock in the evening, and in between playing video games and cuddling up with Trixie, he'd totally lost track of time. It kind of bothered him how she made little to no mention about her incident with Tad, but then again, who would want to talk about such a morbid topic?

Timmy had texted his mom and dad a day prior when he was able to charge his phone, saying that he was going to spend the night at A.J's house when he was really staying at Trixie's. They probably wouldn't have cared much if he told them truth, if anything, they'd applaud him for finally getting a girlfriend, but he didn't feel like going through the hassle.

Oddly enough, there was a letter and a small amount of cash waiting for him on the kitchen counter the minute he stepped inside. Curious, he picked it up and read its contents.

Timmy, me and dad went out to watch a movie tonight. We left some money next to this letter just in case you wanted to eat. Also, I know sometimes we make you feel left out, kind of like right now, but we just wanted to let you know that we love you, Timmy. You're our son and there's nothing that change that.

Sincerely, Mom and Dad

Closing the note, he set it down once more on the counter and reflected. It was such a simple letter yet the meaning it held is what touched Timmy the most, causing any shallow resentment he usually held for his parents to dissipate for a second. Even though they did a terrible job at showing it, he always knew that they loved him, and he loved them in return, but actually seeing it in writing meant a whole lot to him. Guess Trixie was right, he did have parents who cared for him, something she couldn't say for herself.

"And where the hell were you?" Wanda, instantly appeared and switched on her interrogation mode, destroying Timmy's moment of insight and all forms of peaceful relaxation. Cosmo and Poof followed closely behind, but, they would let her do all the talking since she was the one upset anyway.

Turner did remember that they had arrived home this morning, and he was going to apologize the second he saw them, but after hearing Wanda greet him in such a unfriendly manner, he changed his mind.

"Geeze, so much for hospitality. I was out if you were wondering." He dully replied.

"Out where? You knew we would be back this morning yet you didn't have the decency to tell us where you were or call to us so that we knew where you were. Don't you know that we were all worried sick about you?"

Their godson shrugged off her words, annoyed by how overbearing she was acting towards him. "You shouldn't have to, besides, what are you so worried about? You act like something is after me."

All three fairies remained silent, because truth be told, something was after him but they couldn't let him know.

"I'm your damn godmother, Timmy, and I have every right to know where you went regardless if there were any foreseeable dangers or not. After thousands of years of dealing with adolescents, I know it's not uncommon for things around your age group to go from dandy to a complete nightmare in the blink of an eye." Wanda directed all her negative energy to Timmy because he failed to understand the seriousness of his uninformed absence. After what Jorgan had told her and Cosmo, she didn't want to take that risk, not if his life was on the line.

"Then you know what? Maybe you shouldn't be my godparents if you're just going to keep nagging about everything! And since you want to know so bad, I'll tell you where I was at, I was Trixie's house this whole entire time while you guys were gone! And just to let you know, me and her are together now, and it's no thanks to you. It's sad isn't it? To fully realize how little you know about your own fucking godson." He was sick and tired of the pink-fairy trying to oversee his entire life.

Wanda clutched her wand, in disbelief that her or only godchild would talk to her like this. He'd never spit such harsh language at her before, so why now? Then she stumbled on a thought; it must've been Trixie, she was already changing him and he didn't even know it.

"You know what? Then go on and be with that spoiled girl! See how long you last. I bet you two will last a month at the longest before you guys break up and you start crying to us about how much of a mistake she was. You're so ungrateful, Timmy, and actually, since you want us to leave you alone, fine. We'll give you a couple days before everything goes to shit, and then you'll be depending on us once again to save the day."

"Fine! Then just stay and here and watch me prove you wrong. And just for the record, it's not Trixie who's the problem here it's you, Wanda."

Not bothering to see her reaction to his accusation, he marched straight out of his room and slammed his door shut. She didn't understand Trixie like he did, but he was done trying to persuade his godmother.

He'd last a few days without them easy.