Chapter 63: Galatea

I felt like I kicked a puppy. Daisy was as close to a human-puppy hybrid as I’d ever known, easily excitable and overly affectionate.

But I couldn’t live with her anymore.

I couldn’t even look at her without thinking of Bas. Of course I blocked his ass after that disaster of a date…not that he’d ever text me again.

He knew where I worked. If he really wanted to talk to me, he could’ve dropped by the studio… But he didn’t.

I was done with him anyway. And it wasn’t like this was the first time he got tired of my shit and walked away. Maybe he thought he could handle me now, or that I’d changed, or…it didn’t matter.

Rent in Starlight Shores wasn’t cheap, but luckily I had a Fairy Princess Penthouse Fund that I hadn’t touched until now–and bought myself a house that suited me better than Daisy’s apartment ever did.

I couldn’t stomach my dad’s direct influence, but apparently I wasn’t too proud to use his money to get rid of my problems.

But I paid the animal shelter’s adoption fee with my own money. I was turning into a cat lady…

Out with the old, in with the new or some shit. Maybe I went for him because he was a boy calico kitten, which wasn’t supposed to be a thing unless they were messed up somehow. Or maybe because he looked like he’d grow up to be an ugly, pissy little fucker.

Rubbish would fit right into my freakshow of a home.

I didn’t know why I picked this house. Probably all the turquoise and blues and greens.

It was mine. My sanctuary, and in my name only. I wouldn’t have to deal with Daisy or Finn or Dad or anyone else if I didn’t want to.

And I could shit in peace, though sometimes I saw the next-door neighbors fucking through the window.

And I could swim like a manatee in the privacy of my own backyard.

Daisy would probably like swimming. She probably had a floral bikini–much smaller than mine.

But she didn’t text me asking to come over…maybe she was done with me too.

Meals were a lot quieter now…and not as good. But she didn’t need to know that.

Trash got his dirty little paws all over the pristine glass dining table…

And Garbage did the same with the fancy countertops.

Some things never changed, apparently.

It was really nice to not have any shared living space. I could close the door to my bedroom at night, and I didn’t have to wake up to the sound of Daisy cooking or showering.

I did wake up to the sound of Garbage clawing the furniture and Trash yowling to be fed, though.

Daisy usually fed them.

Did they miss her…? Could cats really give a shit about anyone?

“Sorry you’re stuck with me,” I told them. And I was, a little.

And now I had another little fucker who could demand food and find me lacking too.

Daisy had probably forgotten about me already. Maybe she got a new roommate, who’d instantly become her favorite.

At least work was a distraction, shitty as it was. The actual morgue was out due to privacy or hygiene laws or something, and now we were shooting at some chess-themed house so braindead viewers wouldn’t forget that the Bishops in Blood and Bishops stood for chess.

And the set designers made a makeshift morgue in the basement, complete with “corpses” that they cobbled together from random shit. (Ms. Chick got sick of flaky extras and the show was already working under major budgetary constraints.)

Tearing Rhys a new one and ad-libbing my lines was the highlight of my day. It was a pretty decent stress-reliever.

And then after the shoot one day, I saw someone I never expected to see again.

He looked pretty pleased with himself. Maybe he really liked chess–I could see it. He seemed like the type who could play with himself for hours.

…Play chess.

I wasn’t sure if he’d like being accosted by ex-patients, but… “Dr. Puck?”

For a moment, he didn’t look up. And then: “…Yes?”

He didn’t sound–or look–thrilled to see me.

I sat down across from him. If he didn’t want to talk to me, he could get up and leave. “Do you still practice? Therapy, I mean. Not chess.”

He eyed me warily. “I…do?”

I let out a sigh of relief. “Okay, first off–sorry for offering to suck your dick that last time. I mean, I would’ve done it, so I’m not sorry about that, but I guess it was inappropriate. So…sorry if I made you uncomfortable.”

“…You did what?”

Maybe his memory was shot to shit, but he looked the same. He was fae, after all. For all I knew, his true form could be a bean burrito with wings.

“Forget it. I just…I have a lot of shit going on in my life, and I have to deal with one of my asshole brothers every day”–normally I would’ve exempted Finn, but not anymore–“and I grabbed a guy by the junk to see if I could get him off in a restaurant, and I just moved, and I’m pretty sure I alienate everyone I meet…”

I took a deep breath. My eyes stung. “So I was wondering if you were taking on any new patients. Clients. Whatever.”

“…Tell me more about this ‘asshole brother’ of yours…question mark.”

“Rhys? God, he’s just as fucking full of himself as ever. Finn and I used to be close, but then I found out he was living up my dad’s ass like some kind of anal parasite–” I waited for Dr. Puck to tell me I’d gone too far, but he was focused on my answer. “Anyway, I’m only dealing with Rhys because I have to–just like everyone else.”

Dr. Puck inhaled and exhaled slowly. “And why do you harbor this completely excessive hostility toward your eldest brother? Are you jealous of his good looks? His fame? Something else, because he has everything?”

“God, you sound like a Rhys Straud fanboy.” How could I put my hate for Rhys into words? If Dr. Puck knew him, he wouldn’t have to ask for a reason. “I guess…I guess he reminds me of my mom.”

“…Not your father?”

“Nah. I mean, they’re both full of themselves and love to fuck everything in sight, don’t get me wrong. But Rhys and my mom…they’re actors. If you took that away, they’d be nothing.”

At least Dad was open about what he wanted–well, when he wasn’t pulling some shifty shit to get what he wanted. I couldn’t tell what my mom wanted, or Rhys–aside from hair gel.

“I…see you have a great number of issues to work through?” Dr. Puck made a show of moving a chess piece on the board. “Would you like me to take you on as a patient?”

“Sure,” I said, feeling relief wash over me. “I could use some therapy.” Bas would definitely agree.

What a weird coincidence, to meet Dr. Puck here. Maybe he worked for some whiny celebrity. Not that he could tell me–therapist-patient confidentiality and all that.

No matter why he was here, I was glad–and I walked away from the set feeling more hopeful than I had in a long time.

28 thoughts on “Chapter 63: Galatea

    1. Progress is progress, even if it’s small, right? LOL.

      You should see the little dude as an adult. 😈 He’s…interesting-looking for sure.

      Hmm, I guess Rubbish could be the adopted son of Trash and Garbage! In Daisy’s mind, anyway. 😉

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  1. Rubbish is so adorable! Ahhh! We found our ring-bearer for the wedding I guess 😂

    Oh, Gal. I was so worried about her at first, then so proud at the end when she reached out to Dr. Puck (I love how he only talks in questions even when he isn’t actually saying a question…? Ha!).

    I’ve gotta believe things are gonna be okay for her. She just has a lot of shit she needs to stop bottling up, and it sounds like she’s finally going to get it out. I just hope it’s not too late for her to find happiness and repair some of the terrible damaged she’s caused to many of her relationships 😦 Poor Gal.

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    1. Rubbish would just glare at the ring.

      That Dr. Puck dude sure is weird, with all his question-asking. 😉 It’s like he’s trying too hard to be therapist-y.

      Gal does have a lot of shit to work through, but luckily she has time. Unfortunately, a lot of the people she pushes away don’t have as much time, but it may not be too late…

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  2. Dr. Puck indeed😝 I’ve got to hand it to Rhys…the s one way to get your sister to talk to you. She forgets he’s a fairy who can drum up any type of glamour!!

    I’m sad Daisy didn’t try to call her! Bas Trey ed but she blocked him!!! Smh…

    That house is perfect for her, no doubt right next door to Ham, but then she knows him and wouldn’t refer to him a “the neighbors”. Hmmm…

    Btw, I’m in love with Rubbish!

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    1. Yeah, Gal really isn’t in touch with her fae side. 😉 Aside from her own human glamour maintenance, which is pretty much set it and forget it at this point.

      It’s sad that Daisy didn’t try to call. 😦 Maybe Gal scared her off. And she’s intent on making things as difficult as possible for Bas.

      LOL, the house next door totally belongs to Ham, but she’s not the type to open the door for fruitcake if anyone tried to welcome her. 😉 And she didn’t get a perfect view of the identities of the neighbors getting it on.

      ❤ Rubbish, finally we get some fur around here!


  3. S O N
    O F
    T U G G
    1 thicc future boi glaring ur way 😘😽

    Also aw
    Gal hoping they’d make the first move is cute, it really shows how much she thinks about them even though she’s pretending to be strong 😭

    I hope Daisy would be able to swing by her new place, I’m sure Trash and Garbage would like seeing her too. AND TUGG’S ANGRE BOI RUBBISH 🐈

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    1. I LOVE TUGG I LOVE HIM rofl

      Gal totally is hoping they’ll make the first move, but she’s sure as hell not making it easy. And she can’t stop herself from thinking about them either.

      Daisy would love Tugg’s angry son. ❤ ❤ ❤

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  4. I don’t know why, but I get the distinct feeling ‘Dr. Puck’ isn’t who he seems to be, he’s… well, I’ll just leave it at that in case I’m wrong. lol

    Anyway, I don’t comment much, but read every chapter and thoroughly adore this story! I hope Gal gets over her inferiority complex one day soon. And that she and Bas finally get together. 🙂

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    1. Awwwwwww, thank you so much!!! I have a huge grin on my face now, I love it when a lurker comments. ❤ ❤ I'm so glad you're enjoying it.

      As for Dr. Puck, you're totally right. 😉 So much for ~acting skills~, huh?

      I'm also glad you're holding out hope for Gal and Bas!


  5. I see you overly therpisty ‘therapist’! 😎
    Yes, tell him ALL your dirty little secrets!

    Gal’s new place is awesome… but super lonely, even with new adoptee Rubbish 😭
    Gal, you just keep telling yourself you’re happy and like things better this way, but I’m not buying it!
    I think we both miss Daisy 😫

    I’m just so sad for herrr; girl why you block Bas! You are your own worst enemy 😣

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    1. Gal doesn’t have any dirty little secrets tyvm.

      I’d totally live in Gal’s house, LOL. It’s very beachy. I guess I’d have to live near a beach though.

      Gal is full of shit, as usual~ But we’ll see your favorite character again, I promise. ❤ (Unless I get so tired of juggling a dozen PoVs and kill off half the cast…)


  6. Dark WitcHazard: I don’t think you’re a cat lady Galetea I think the three cats in your life our representations of the people around you! Trash due to his color palate is a represents your father, Garbage could be Rhys and your refusal to get a female cat could have something to do with your mother. And your recent addition has a three colored fur pattern which it just so happens you’ve isolated yourself from three people being Finn, Daisy, and Bas! Not sure about the possible gay love thing between the cats but I’ll take a shot in the dark as she might subconsciously be afraid that if Rhys and her father ever tried to reconcile that their relationship would be a lot stronger that the relationship she has with both of them right now again Rhys pretending to be Dr. Puck really made me wait to give the therapist thing a try!

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    1. Wow, Dark WitcHazard became Dr. WitcHazard today! I love it. ❤ Analyzing all the relationships and hangups in her life down to the color of her cats' fur, rofl. Who knew Rubbish's fur could hold a deeper meaning? (Aside from Dr. WitcHazard, that is.) 😉

      Also Rhys would be offended to be compared to a hairless cat.

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  7. Tarbage have a cute kid!! I can’t believe Gal (I mean you) adopted a cat and named it Rubbish.

    Glad to hear Gal is happy in her new place. And she’s getting some therapy. A little progress and I’m hopefully but she will always be Galatea Straud no matter what!

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      1. It’s a great name. I got used to both Trash and Garbage! I consider him to be Tarbage’s child, yeah I’d be with daisy on that one.

        I hope it goes well. Always, Galatea. 🙂

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  8. So I binge read both series and I am both happy and sad that I’m up to date. I’m glad that you’re still publishing stuff, but now that I’m caught up I have nothing to read! I’m in love with this series anyways!

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    1. Eeee, thank you for binge-reading! ❤ ❤ ❤ I'm so happy you love it, and thank you so much for letting me know.

      At least there'll be another post on Monday, if that makes you feel any better…!


  9. The way Dr. Puck was acting, to be honest, I wasn’t sure he was even Dr. Puck. A double? A twin? A clone? Hmmmm 🤔 Then again, it could just be Dr. Puck, acting like he usually does.

    I feel so sorry for Galatea. If she was real, oh the advice I could give her. I’m a lot heavier than she is, but I’m happily married. It’s not in how you look, it’s more about how you feel about yourself. You can’t love others until you love yourself first. Of course, I’m sure she’d have a snide remark of some sort.

    She likes to deliberately push people away, then say, “see, they don’t like me…I’m awful”. People are trying to get close to her, but she has built up such a thick shield around herself, no one’s been able to get through…not yet anyway. She needs someone who won’t get scared away. Maybe Bas is that someone. Only time will tell.

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    1. Ha, you think Dr. Puck was acting suspicious? Hmmmmmmm. 😉

      You’re absolutely right about Gal, and that’s fantastic advice. Plenty of people find love and happiness no matter what they look like, but she uses every perceived flaw as an excuse for why people reject her–and she deliberately self-sabotages and gives reasons for people to walk away.

      It’d take someone pretty persistent to punch holes through her shield…and she’ll have to agree to lower it herself. But hopefully it’s not too late yet…!


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