The Romantic Art of Bitchcraft

The Vodka and Brownie Solution

***So just to kinda explain, this is set after everything happens in Coven (but before Apocalypse), except Madison doesn't die and Kyle isn't there anymore. Also, there's mention of Madison bringing a witch hunter to the house, it's not Cordelia's ex husband or that whole group, it's a separate event I added in for drama. It's kind of a long length, too, just a heads up. Anyways, I hope y'all enjoy it!***

  

   "I don't get why you're so upset!" Madison yells, her arms crossed over her chest as she glares at Zoe.
   "Because!" Zoe snarls, throwing her arms up in exasperation. "It seems like every time you go off on your own, bad shit happens!"
   "Well, I don't need you to keep tabs on me," Madison growls, leaning in uncomfortably close to Zoe's face.
   "Apparently you do," Zoe retorts, not backing down. "And if you want me to stop going after you every single time, then maybe you should stop sneaking off to all those frat parties and getting so drunk you can't even walk. Maybe you should stop meeting up with drug dealers and getting involved in illegal shit! Oh, or how about you try avoiding bringing witch hunters back to a house FULL OF WITCHES!"
   "I SAID I WAS SORRY!" Madison screams in her face. "I didn't know he was a witch hunter!"
   "That's not the point!" Zoe stamps her foot in frustration. "Why did you even have a guy over so late in the first place the exact night you knew I wouldn't be home?"
   "Oh, my god this again?" Madison laughs drily, sounding almost hysterical. "I've already told you about a hundred and one times: it wasn't like that!"
   "You know, you keep saying that," Zoe shakes her head. "If it wasn't like that, then what was it like?"
   "None of your goddamn business, that's what it was like!" Madison snaps.
   "There," Zoe says, literally shaking from anger as she points at Madison. "That right there is why I can't trust you. It's such a simple goddamn question, Madison. If you didn't invite him over for sex, then there really aren't too many other things it could be, so why the fuck can't you just tell me why he was in our room alone with you by your invitation at two in the morning the night you knew I was gone?"
   "It's not like I can't answer you, fuckface!" Madison shouts back. "I just don't feel like I should have to! I'm an independent person, you psychotic bitch, and I should be allowed to have my own life outside of your smothering personality!"
   "Oh, I'm the one with the smothering personality?" Zoe challenges, incredulous. "I'm sorry, but who's the one who always snatches the books I'm reading out of my hand, or throws a tantrum when I try to get a job or go to the fucking grocery store by myself?"
   "I told you," Madison huffs, shoving hard against Zoe's shoulders with every enunciation. "Reading is for nerds, jobs in retail or fast fucking food are for chumps and you don't even need it, and when you go shopping on your own you never know what to get. No offense, but I'm not in the habit of dating losers, which is exactly what you would be without me!"
   Zoe slaps Madison across the face at that, surprising the both of them.
   But Zoe doesn't apologize.
   She just shakes her head at the blonde.
   "I wouldn't want you to worry so much about your reputation," she tells her, her voice shaking with rage. "So get the fuck out; I'm done."
   "Done with what?" Madison snarls, a palm to her face where Zoe's hand has definitely left a mark.
   "Done with you," Zoe spits. "I'm done trying to please you, I'm done trying to be enough for Madison Montgomery the D-list former movie star."
   "How dare you!" Madison growls, her eyes glinting. "You wouldn't know talent if I stabbed out your shit colored eyes!"
   "I wish you would!" Zoe sneers at the older witch. "Then I wouldn't have to look at your ugly ass every day!"
   "Oh, I'm a looker and you know it," Madison says, the hint of an insane grin tugging at her lips. "You're done with me? Fine. There are plenty of other rooms for me to stay in, plenty of other roommates to invest in, and so many other girls I can fuck. You say you're done? I say good fucking riddance!"
   "Get out!" Zoe screams, shoving at Madison. "Get the fuck out!"
   Madison turns with a smirk and saunters out of the room.
   Zoe slams the door behind her before leaning against it and sinking to the floor, tears streaming down her face.
   What have I done?