psycho -terry silver-

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Silver drove Madeline home, dropping her off before leaving. "Now, this is a one time thing. You will be coming to my place tomorrow and that's final." Silver had said to her, a strong grip on her wrist so she couldn't pull away as he talked. "Whatever." She rolls her eyes, pulling herself away and walking inside. Once inside, it hits her. Her grandfather is gone and she's going to live with the man who had gotten rid of him. Tears flood her eyes as she sinks to the floor, in a fetal position, crying into her knees. Soon enough she calms down, walking to her grandfather's room. She grabs a jacket.

Madeline and Kreese have been inseparable since the child was born. Even when he disappeared, he never disappeared from her. But now, he wasn't here. Madeline needed him the most right now, and he isn't here. She wraps the jacket around her shoulders, swimming in the extra fabric as she lies down in his bed. The entire room smells like his musky cologne and his cigars. Most people would find this weird, but it was like losing a father to her. She sighs, curling into a ball and closing her eyes to sleep. She wakes up in the morning to a silent house. No noise. No Kreese.

She drags herself out of bed, walking to the empty kitchen. She starts making coffee before moving to the fridge to grab food. She sighs again, jumping when the lock clicks and the door opens. "I didn't expect you to be awake. I came to start packing." Silver says, dropping the keys to the counter after shutting the door. Madeline nods, continuing about her business in silence. "Come on, don't be that way, doll." He says, almost rolling his eyes at her childish behavior. She's giving him the silent treatment. "Madeline." He grabs her wrist, stopping her from walking past him. "What do you want?"

He sighs, turning her to him. "Why're you acting this way?" He asks. "Because I know for a fact grandpa Kreese wouldn't do anything to put his current situation at risk. Like, beating the shit out of someone? He wouldn't do that." She snaps at him. He smirks. "You're too smart for your own good. You know that?" She rips herself out of his grip, turning away from him. "Get your things. I got stuff to take care of today." He says, watching her as she fills up a mug with coffee. "I'll go at my own pace." She states, sipping at the drink. "Nope. Don't think so. Go get your things packed." He says.

She mocks him under her breath. He grabs her jaw roughly, glaring down at her. "Mock me again and see what happens." He snarls. Her eyes widen as her hand comes up to grip his wrist. "I'm sorry, Terry." "That's what I thought." He shoves her away. "Go get your things, Madeline." "Yes, sir." She says, quickly making her way to her room. She slowly starts to pack things, it helped that most of her things were still in boxes/bags from never having time to unpack. She was so caught up with karate, and Terry, that she never unpacked. Terry moves to stand in her doorway.

He stands to watch her. He notices there's not much on her walls, just a few taped up pictures here and there. "You don't have much up." He points out. "I never had a chance to unpack." She whispers, angry tears welling up in her eyes. "Aw, come on, don't be upset, doll." He walks toward her, lifting her chin. She shoves his hand down. "I'm not upset, I'm angry." She growls. "Don't start." He snaps. "No. I'm gonna start. You didn't have to do this, Terry. He was all I had and you knew it. You think this is gonna bring us closer? All it's gonna do is push me away." She hisses at him, stepping closer.

"Watch it." He warns. "Fuck you, Silver." She snaps. He grabs her jaw, pulling her impossibly close. She gasps slightly, her hands coming up to grip his wrist, trying to pull his hand down. "Watch yourself, little one." He snaps, glaring at her. Her eyes well up with tears again and she sniffles, trying to pull away again. He softens just slightly, carefully letting go. "Why'd you do it, Terry?" "It was the only way, doll. You'll see." He says. "Now finish getting packed." He motions to the almost empty room. She nods, wiping her face with the sleeve of the Kreese's jacket that she's still got on.