Margaret continued to stare ahead, one hand on Max's shoulder and one tightly squeezing Lucas's hand.

Pressure began to push on her arm, her eyes fell to Max's legs which had started to lift, along with her entire body, being lifted up into mid air, Margaret's arm dropping as she raised higher and higher.

All 4 of them fell back, Steve, Dustin and Lucas hadn't seen this happen before, but Margaret had.

Chrissy.

She shook her head in an attempt to keep the thoughts of that night at bay.

She lifted so high that none of them could reach her, Steve had stood up first jumping to her, something that was no use. Margaret standing up soon after, followed by the two boys. All 4 of them continuing to yell her name, in hopes of her finally hearing them. Something that seemed far from likely.

They couldn't have imagined what Max was going through. The memories she had running through her head, hell, even if Margaret had have known she would never expect Max to think of her as well as all her friends.

Though she had;

"I'm scared" Max blurted out, "I'm usually not - with this type of thing, this is my third time after all, but this time, I'm scared" Max looked down to the letter she'd just folded up, she didn't know why she was saying this but she was, "I'm going to die".

Margaret pulled Max into her chest to hug her tightly, something Max would usually be totally repulsed by, but not this time.

Max accepted the hug in every way possible.

Margaret had one arm behind her back to hug her and one hand gently wrapped around to lay on the top of her head, "I won't let that happen to you" Margaret whispered to her, Max almost believed her.

Margaret stood below her, another tear falling from her eye, "Max! Come on!" She yelled again.

"Yea, I'm her cousin" Margaret had spoken oddly confidently for what She was doing and who she was speaking to. Max remembered giving a questioning look which was ignored, "come on, you need to get ready for school" she held her hand out for Max to take as if she were a five year old. Max was totally and utterly confused that day, although it was almost.. funny.

Margaret had clasped her hand around Max's and pulled her toward this random trailer.

"What are you doing?" Max whisper yelled as they got further away from the cops.

"I don't know" Margaret had whispered back feeling her squirming, "saving your ass" Margaret looked back at her, causing her to stop, "you looked incredibly suspicious stood there you know".

Margaret hadn't known how or even when but she felt an overwhelming protectiveness over Max. Partially because she didn't want her to face the same fate Chrissy had but really it was more than that.

Her and Max had bonded very quickly, something Max had noticed too.

Max had always found it extremely hard to trust anyone in life, due to her brother and step father and yet she trusted Margaret from the moment she dragged her away from the cops. The memory actually made Max laugh.

Margaret looked up at Max's floating body, a feeling of dread eating her up, trying to think of anyway that she could stop this.

She wanted to scream out to Vecna, tell him to let Max go, take her instead but she knew the chances were it wouldn't work, she didn't even know if she'd be heard by this awful creature.

"Max!" The three boys shouted in unison.

"Please Max, come back" Margaret let out as a whisper, hoping that the God she'd never believed in heard her.

She stared teary eyed up at her. A sudden gasp of air being heard, Margaret's hand flew out to grab Steve's arm, Steve who had noticed it too. Before either could mutter a word the redhead fell down to her knees forcefully on the grass below. All 4 of the others dropping down beside her, Lucas taking her in his arms.

She had been freaking out, her breathing all over the place while she grabbed onto Lucas's arm with one hand and grabbing Margaret's hand with the other.

Dustin held her arm and Steve put his hands over Lucas's shoulders.

Margaret looked to Max helplessly, wishing she'd done more, she made her a promise that she wouldn't allow her to die and she nearly had. Max squeezed her hand tightly, "I'm still here, I'm still here"

The overwhelming relief filled her, although it hadn't lasted long when she realised Vecna would come back for Max.

Her head fell to the grass below, trailing along the ground until she lifted her head to spot a grey slightly damaged gravestone straight ahead and only metres away.

Duncan Sawyer
1969-1973
Son, brother, grandson

Her heart instantly fell, she had suddenly now realised again where she was. Eyes widening at her brothers grave. Her head began shaking without her realising and she stood quickly and letting go of Max's hand.

Max who had now calmed down turned her head in the directions Margaret's was in, spotting just what she was looking at, "Duncan" she began to read the name, realising just why Margaret looked as pale as a ghost as she whispered the surname, "Sawyer".

Something Margaret hadn't even heard due to the loud buzzing sound filling her ears.

Although Steve, Dustin and Lucas had heard exactly what Max had said, all turning to look at the grave for themselves.

If Margaret could stop this she would, Max had nearly died and here she was freaking out about where she was. How close she was to her brother. How her father would kill her should he find out she was here. He had forbade her from visiting her brother, considering in his words, she killed him.

Her chest started to rapidly rise and fall, her hearing was even fuzzier, she could hear faint noises but nothing was clear. Her hands had been shaking, her vision had gone blurry.

She could feel someone clutching her but she couldn't find the courage to look away from the grave.

She could hear faint yells.

A tear fell over her eyelid.

Max had grabbed onto her. She had of course pieces two and two together, Margaret was related to this Duncan kid, brother? Most likely although she could just be a cousin?

What she hadn't figured out was why she had reacted this way.

"This is why she didn't want to be here" Steve muttered walking around in front of Margaret placing his hands on her shoulders, but she didn't even look at him comprehensively.

Max's face screwed up.

"What the hell are you talking about?" Max bit out at Steve's lack of information.

Dustin and Lucas walked around to her side, "she's having some sort of a panic attack" Dustin commented.

"No shit," Steve started, "in the car earlier, she said she didn't like this specific graveyard" he shrugged, "in fact, she said she couldn't even step foot in it" he looked Max's way with a sympathetic look, "that was until she realised you weren't safe, then she came darting over, never seen her move so fast" Steve began to ramble, "she was pretty damn terrified of this place"

Max looked back to Margaret, she was scared of this cemetery for a reason Max didn't know entirely, and yet she hadn't thought twice about facing that fear to help save her life?

She did this for her.

Margaret started to look down and blink, "I need to get out of here" she'd finally spoken, her voice very unlike it's usual. She sounded timid, scared really. She didn't have that confidence everyone knew her to have.

She began to run back to the car, almost unable to keep herself up. When she'd reached the car, her palms slamming into the metal to stop her body colliding with it she realised she couldn't wait and began to impatiently clutch the handle, realising she didn't want to be in that small space. She couldn't be.

She turned to her left and immediately began the decline down the slight hilled pavement and out the graveyard.

Steve started walking toward the car in an attempt to catch up only to be halted by Max.

The red head stood before him with her palm flat to his chest, "let her walk, she needs it" Max knew the feeling of fear well, she also like Margaret could hide it very well until she'd burst, and Margaret had burst, "trust me".

The girl knew if she had to face the fear of what she did before Billy had died she'd feel the exact same.

Margaret's feet moved quickly beneath her, heart still thumping rapidly. The realisation of what she'd done creeping up on her, Max had nearly died and she'd stupidly started freaking out.

Fear of her brother.

Fear of her father.

She hadn't meant it of course, panic attacks can not be helped and yet, here she was blaming herself, something Max would never be happy with her doing, all Max wanted was to make sure she was okay.

In fact, Max had felt guilty that she had been the reason Margaret was even there.

Margaret's thoughts suddenly filled with Eddie, she didn't know when it had happened or how, but whenever she got into a bad situation, whenever she was scared, she felt this urge to find Eddie.

Chrissy's death.
Jason at the high school.
Now.

As much as she couldn't forget how he'd reacted when Chrissy died she still, annoyingly, wanted him.

She felt as if she'd been walking for hours which was really about 20 minutes when she found herself in the caravan park.

She'd been so angry at him before, do you often tend to vouch for men who abuse you or better yet, men who get their friends to do it for them?, she had known deep down that he could never have known about her father, no one did, but the words still hurt, far more than she'd imagined them to coming from him.

As soon as she seen the caravans around her her legs started moving faster, into a run towards her own caravan. Towards Eddie.

Her hands shook while she grabbed her keys from her pocket, nearly dropping them as she did, trying to find the right key before reaching the lock. Margaret wasn't like this, she knew she wasn't, everyone did.

Her body again nearly collided with the door as she pushed the key in, turning it shakily, and throwing herself in the caravan, slamming the door behind her. Turning to face the closed door she locked it and dropped the keys when taking them out, she hadn't even stopped to pick them up when she turned to the living room area.

Where was Eddie?

He wasn't there?

Had he left her again?

Tears filled her eyes, threatening to fall, "Eddie?" She called out timidly, no response. She stepped forward some more looking towards the kitchen.

"Eddie?" Her voice was now louder but still as shaken up.

No response.

He had left her again.

The tears that were before on her lash line dipped over and started to roll down her cheeks. Her head began to shake, how could he do this to her again?

"Eddie please" she whispered noticing her ears go fuzzy again, her eyes sealed themselves shut. The faint sound of a slamming door opening them nearly instantly.

There stood Eddie, soaking wet in nothing but a towel.

He hadn't left her.

"Wow, Margaret, what happened?" His eyes widened at the look of her, she only shook her head at his question. Eddie looked down to her shaking legs.

He ran the short distance between them and wrapped his arms tightly around her.

She quickly did the same, something that surprised him, she hadn't cared if he was drenched, she didn't care what he'd done. She needed him.

"I thought" the words barely audible, "I thought you left me again" her crying whisper broke his heart.

He's hurt her, he'd had her worry that he'd hurt her again. His hand found the back of her head pulling her in as close as he could get her. His eyes closed and the look of guilt could be seen on his face, something Margaret of course couldn't see with the height difference and his head been placed gently atop of her own.

"I'm here baby" he whispered, the word baby taking Margaret by surprise, although, not in a bad way, "I won't leave you again" he squeezed her shaking body, "I promise".