Old Friends Silver - Mad Maggie x fem!reader

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Maggie's POV

I was pissed- and rightfully so. (y/n) was snooping around my very private shit, shit that Walter hadn't even seen. I felt... betrayed almost. I knew her intentions were good, she was just cleaning. A part of me, the sane part, knew that there was no malice behind it. She was just doing something nice for me and yet... I was burning with rage.

She touched the picture of my dad.

The picture that I hadn't seen in years because I was too scared of damaging it.

That picture was his pride and joy, it went everywhere with him. It was always tucked away inside his wallet or in his pocket when he worked- always with him. And she could've...

But she didn't mean it.

I'm territorial over my stuff anyway. I would've been an ass with her if all she did was organize my clothes. I hated people near my stuff.

Maybe that fear comes from my mum.

Maybe if she didn't sell or burn everything of value to me then I would have been ok with (y/n) seeing this.

But alas, my shitty mum was ruining things for me- again.

I spent the rest of that night pacing around my bedroom, wondering how I could salvage this.

I was so angry when I realized what was happening, I just flew off the handle at her. She looked... so scared of me. Those eyes... I hadn't seen them before. The way she subconsciously winced away from me- her brain convinced I was going to hit her. The way her eyes widened and filled with fear. I hated the way she looked at me. But my anger was too much.

When morning hit, I walked into the living room to find Walter sat on the couch, a blanket balled in his lap. "You fucked up Mags." He admitted, disappointment laced in his voice, "You were doing so well."

"Don't remind me." I said, rubbing my forehead, "I... I scared her Walt."

"I know. You nearly made her vomit! Should've seen the state she was in. Poor lamb was shaking n' everythin'!" He was making me feel worse, "You still mad?"

"Of course I am... but I don't give a shit about how I feel right now."

"You do... Maggie you have to calm down before you talk to her..." He was right.

"Yeah... don't wanna scare her even more." I said with a sigh before walking towards the front door. I had been in these clothes for two days- but I didn't care. I knew she would wake up soon and I wouldn't be here when she did.

I was still upset, I knew that, I wasn't too proud to admit that. I was angry... at her. If I talked to her again, I would scream and shout, despite that voice in my head begging me to stop. My anger is something I've never been able to control. Once I'm off, I'm off and there's nothing you can do to stop me.

I would rather die than see her look at me like that again.

Like I'm a monster.

I love her.

I would never hurt her.

But I wasn't so sure about that now.

Your POV

I jumped out of Walters bed once I heard the front door slam. I anxiously made my way into the living room, Walter was folding a blanket up. "You ok?" He asked, looking me up and down. I was still in my underwear, which made me feel stupid.

"I- Am fine." I nodded.

"I can make breakfast if you want?"

"Where's Maggie?" I knew the answer, she had left. She was so fucking mad at me, she left... I made her leave. I squeezed my eyes shut for a second, unable to face what I had done.