Mutinous

Chapter 28

I softly knocked on Maggie's door and took a deep breath while doing so. "Go away," she yelled. I got a feeling she knew it was me. I opened her door slowly and found her staring at the telly watching some random American sitcom. "What part of 'go away' didn't you understand?" She asked shooting me a glare. If looks could kill, I'd be dead.

"Can we talk?" I asked. I didn't want to fight with her any longer. Life was too short for that, one thing I had learned from being with Harry. He had lost his father way too early in life without being able to do anything about it, and there I was pushing the one person who had always been there for me away. Yes we had our fights, but she was still my little sister, my Maggie, my baby, and I couldn't stand not talking to her any longer. I desperately wanted to tell her about Harry, and I wanted her to be part of my happiness. It didn't seem right for her not to be.

"Let me think about it-" she pretended to think, "No." She snapped, and I closed the door behind me.  "Would you leave? I didn't say you could stay. Besides I thought you hated me." She gave me a mad expression, and I shook my head.

"I could never hate you, Mags," I spoke softly and sat down next to her on the bed.

"Could have fooled me. You've been ignoring me for almost a week."

"I'm sorry," I apologised. I was not sure there were any words I could say to tell her how I truly felt.

"Okay," she said gluing her eyes to the screen in front of her.

"I'm sorry, Mags," I said again.

"You already said that. Are you finished yet, I'm trying to watch something."

"Mags, talk to me. I miss you."

"Do you, now?" She turned her gaze to look at me. "Because last time I checked, I'm pretty sure you were with Harry."

"Maggie, I'm sorry okay. I don't know what else to say," I said defeated. I was willing to do pretty much anything to get us back on good terms. What she had done was wrong, yes, but what I had done was wrong too. I should have accepted her apology when she gave it to me.

"Well, I tried apologising to you too, it only ended in another fight with you. So please just leave, before we start fighting again." She looked at me with a frown. Unfortunately, I wasn't progressing.

"Mags, please. I was just mad. I really am sorry. It wasn't fair to take my anger out on you."

"You're right it wasn't, but why now, El? You want to gloat to me about your perfect life? Because if so, spare me the details," she said turning off the telly. I guessed, she knew I wasn't going to leave anytime soon.

"Because life is too short to go around being mad at people."

"So you and dad are on good terms?" She raised her eyebrows at me, and I frowned. She knew very well the answer to that. But that was different right? I needed to let go of toxic people and nothing he ever said or did to me was positive.

"Maybe you should come back to me after you talk to him then."

"Mags, please," I said again. Her words weren't fair. I needed her in my life, but I had too much pride to go talk to my father. He owed me an apology, not the other way.

We sat in silence for a while and the room grew colder by the tenseness radiating off of both of us. It was a clammy feeling I felt inside, sad even because we weren't happy, and I was trying my best to change that.

"Please, please, please forgive me, Maggie. I love you, and I miss you, and I'm sorry for what I did, okay. I need my little sis," I said pressing kisses to her face.