<USS Avalon> "Trailer Trash"

Trailer Trash 
by Petty Officer Vevay Davis

Hot, angry tears burnt her eyes but she refused to let them fall until she
was safe inside her own quarters. She passed a few people, none of which
took any notice of her. A part of her was glad for that, but after Ketchum's
rebuff a bigger part of her wanted to be seen. She punched in the code for
her room and collapsed inside. Alexander had been tidying again. She missed
having her own room, like she'd had on the starbase, but she liked being
back on a ship more. Her thoughts flicked to this ship and then to its
captain. The stupid, arrogant bastard!

"Asshole!" she screamed once the doors shut safely behind her.

Her cheeks were slick from crying and her breath caught in her chest, making
it hurt. She was so embarrassed. He'd just dismissed her, as if she was no
one, as if she was insignificant.

Vevay slumped onto one of the chairs in the main room. Her head slowly
dropped to her knees and her shoulders began to shake. Curling into a ball,
she heard her father telling her what a failure she'd be.

"What makes you think you're any better than the rest of us? You're the same
as your mother: dirty little trailer trash."

She could even see the snarl on his face as he raised his fist to her and
bloodied her lip. The normal feelings of hurt and pain were dulled by memory
or maybe even suppressed a little. Despite that, she still relived the last
beating he had ever given her. She'd told him she wanted to join Starfleet
when she was old enough. No one in her family had ever joined the Fleet, no
one had ever really done much of anything except sponge off the Federation.
But she'd wanted to be different. She'd stood up to him one last time before
she walked away. Bruised and bloodied, her pride was in tact when she
slammed the door in his face, her belongings crammed into one holdall.

Not that girl any more, she thought. Standing, she crossed to the mirror in
her room and rubbed the tears from her eyes.

"You total asshole," she said to her reflection. "How dare you make me feel
like this? Who do you think you are to force me to feel the way only my
father has ever made me feel before?" Glaring once more, her eyes were on
fire as she swept out of her room and her quarters, deciding that she needed
more than her own company for this vent.

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