Old Friends Silver - Mad Maggie x fem!reader

10

"So tomorrow, I'll take you to one of the bases." Walter said, glancing at me through the rear-view mirror. "Addy will set you up with something to do-"

"No." I said, I turned my head, so I was looking out the window. "Tomorrow... I can't." I kept my eyes on the plain scenery, the cacti that whooshed past us, the stars that all blurred into one. "I just... need to." I sighed, "Collect myself, I guess? I don't know. Its... a lot."

"I know it is." His tone was slightly condescending, it made me wince. "But you heard the man... he's offered you a place... which is a big fucking deal. Mags and I-"

"D'you wanna stop talking?" Maggie said. She was sat in the passenger seat in front of me, she had her feet up on the dashboard, something which Walter had whined at her for for the last five minutes. "Just let her do whatever she wants." She mumbled under her breath. I wanted to kick her chair. Hell, I wanted to throw myself out of this car. I was a merc. A fucking mercenary. My mother would beat me within an inch of my life when she finds out... if she found out.

I anxiously chewed on my bottom lip as we approached the apartment. Walter backed into his parking space near Maggie's bike. She jumped out the car before either of us had a chance to blink. I watched her through the glass as she patted her Baby and walked towards the door. Walter sighed, glancing at me through the rear-view mirror one last time before slipping out the car.

He once again, opened my door for me. He held out his hand, this time, I ignored it completely as I slid out. We walked in silence, he chose the stairs, and I chose the elevator- I didn't want to be embarrassed by my unfitness again.

I got to the apartment before Walter, I saw that Maggie had left the front door open which made me shake my head. I walked in and saw she wasn't there, she wasn't in the kitchen or in the living room... I wasn't sure what to do. It was only 10pm, I was tired but not enough to sleep... Besides, I was sure Maggie was already in bed and I didn't know what to do.

I was pissed at her, sleeping in the same bed as her was the last thing I wanted. My thoughts were interrupted by Walter brushing past me. He walked into the kitchen and quickly appeared with a bottle filled with whiskey. I listened as his bedroom door slammed shortly after.

I defeatedly walked to the living room and collapsed down on the uncomfortable couch. I grabbed the cream blanket that had been thrown onto the back of it. I got myself comfortable and placed the blanket over me, pulling it up to my chin. I grabbed the remote and clicked on the TV, settling for the first thing that appeared; which happened to be a romcom. I groaned but I knew I wouldn't pay attention to it anyway... I had too much to think about.

By the time the film was over, I still hadn't made up my mind on what I wanted. Did I want to stay here? Did I have a choice?

I could always go crawling back to my parents... settle for being a second-mother to my siblings again? No. It was too shameful. I knew my mother would take me back in a heartbeat, but I was sure my role had already been filled by Shirley, my younger sister. I would be useless. Just a wash-up. I would be forced to go with my dad down into the mines, same way Malachi was. I didn't want that.

I could always go back to my own apartment? No... It wasn't safe anymore, especially considering Pierre's group knew I was an accomplice in his murder. I would be surprised if my place hadn't been ransacked and ripped to pieces.

So that leaves me with two options... I go out onto the street... or I stay here. I endure the awkward silences. I endure the resentment I feel towards them. I endure sleeping on this couch or sharing a bed with Maggie... At least I was safe here. At least they were willing to give me a job... At least someone cared about me.