The heat from Eddies torso found Margaret's shaking body as they sat down beside each other on her sofa, Margaret still wrapped tightly in his bare arms.

The tears had eventually stopped but the fear hadn't. Her father always found out, he would hunt her down to the ends of the earth if he found that she'd been that close to Duncan's grave.

The pair of them used to be inseparable when they were young, before he had died. They were two peas in a pod as their father used to call them. Their father who used to be the most family oriented man you'd ever meet, in fact he used to be the one telling her mother off for being to harsh on her.

Not anymore.

Eddie hadn't spoken since he first found her in the middle of her living area, tears running down her cheeks, silent sobs coming from her. The sight broke his heart.

He moved ever so slightly at the feeling of her doing the same.

Her head had lifted, previously on his chest, now held up facing ahead. He wanted to let her know she could speak to him, tell him what happened, but he didn't want to push her away.

"Max nearly died tonight" the words came out her mouth as if she'd heard his very own thoughts at that moment, "Max could've died and I was the one who started freaking out" she confirmed, feeling that guilt she knew so well.

Eddie hadn't known what she meant, but what he did know was that she was blaming herself for something, coming from the guy who was always in his own head as confident as he tried to come off to every one around him.

"Max is okay now?" He pried ensuring the younger girl was alright before asking about Margaret, the girl snuggled up to him nodded, "what about you?" He then let out in a low deep whisper like tone.

Margaret turned her head to look at him, he looked serious, serious for Eddie.

Her brows creased, what did he mean?

"What about me?" she questioned oblivious to the very simple meaning of his words.

Eddie out a hand on her thigh, watching as her eyes flickered to that hand before finding his own eyes again.

"Are you okay?" He was acting as if he cared for her, but she knew better. He just wanted to learn about Margaret, little miss perfect and all her problems.

"I'm fine" she muttered turning her head away to look in the opposite direction.

"And I'm not a wanted man" sarcasm now laced his tone at her very obvious lie. Something she knew herself was very much a lie.

She hadn't particularly tried to hide it, more said it in a snappy tone to hint that she did not in fact want to tell him. She pulled herself away from him and his arm which was still over her shoulders.

"What Eddie? You want to hear about the downfall of Margaret Sawyer?" The anger and resentment she felt for her father, her life, took a harsh hold over her.

Really, she hadn't wanted to take it out on Eddie, 20 minutes ago all she wanted was him.

And now, she was about to blow up in his face.

He let out a scoff, something he could tell by her face was not his brightest idea, "no Margaret I want to help you".

Again with the word help.

Everyone just wants to help her.

She had started to hate the word, as if speaking or telling someone who hated her months ago would help her at all.

She was far from perfect but she wasn't stupid.

She stood up abruptly, Eddie following her motion and doing the same, still in only a towel as far as she could see and saying her name yet again.

"You want to help?" She question shooting her hand out as she spoke watching as Eddie nodded, "and tell me Eddie, how exactly will you stop him?" She realised after speaking that she'd already said too much.

Eddie furrowed his brows confused by what she'd just said.

"Stop him?" He'd repeated her words, "who do you want to be stopped?" She shook her head at his questions, again refusing to go further.

She knew she could've blamed it on something else, she could've blamed it on Vecna but she knew that Eddie would know that was a lie, if she were talking about Vecna she would've called him by his name not him.

She was talking about her very own father.

"Margaret, who is making you feel this way?" Eddie probed yet again, receiving a questioning look in return, "who is making you act like this, one minute you're fine then the next you're yelling and pushing me away?"

This time it was Margaret who scoffed.

"You, Eddie!" She shouted back at him afterwards. Running a very irate hand through her locks, watching as Eddie pointed at himself confused as always, "you make me feel like I can trust you, you make me want you" her words caught him by surprise, want him? "Then you stab me in the back the next minute and run off!" She used her shaking hands to emphasise her words.

Eddie stepped forward putting his hands out to try and grip her and pull her into him, something that had only made her step back.

"Now you want me to confess all my deep dark secrets to you? What so you can always have the upper hand?" She let out another scoff, this time sounding less sarcastic, "do you really hate me that much?" She looked broken staring you at him.

Eddie started to shake his head instantly.

Then he started to think.

How exactly will you stop him?
The nightmare she had had, she had kept yelling stop.
She wouldn't tell him why she was in a caravan alone when her father was one of the richest guys in Hawkins.

"It's your dad" he muttered, only just loud enough for her to hear his words.

"Excuse me?" She lay her hands on her hips. Not fully understanding his words, she'd just asked him if he hated her that much and he'd told her it was her dad she hated?

Her head tilted to the side waiting for an answer watching him as he looked entirely consumed by his very own thoughts.

It felt like minutes had passed before he finally answered her.

"You asked how I'd stop him" he confirmed watching as she nodded her head giving him a look, "it's your dad, you're scared of your dad" he watched her face fall as he spoke.

He knew in that moment he was right, not that he wanted to be.

Did her dad? Hurt her?

"Screw you" she spat out at his realisation, not denying it, how could she?

"Does he hurt you?" Eddie asked another question.

He watched her jaw move into a more stern position and her pupils dilate much larger than they had been. He took one step closing, looking down at her, waiting for her to say no, hoping she would.

Except, she didn't.

"Was he there today?" He watched her eyes finally find his, she shook her head once in response, "then why did you freak out?"

Once again she couldn't lie and tell him it was because of what had happened with Vecna, Dustin knew the truth and he'd let it slip eventually.

"None of your business" was all she could muster up, she couldn't give him a real answer.

She was protecting him Eddie had thought, why would she protect such a monster? He began to feel this overwhelming rage fuel him. This urge to protect her, no matter how much of a runner he was, he didn't want to be with her.

Margaret watched his face screw up at the thought of her father, she reminded herself yet again that she'd said too much.

"I'll ask you one more time Margaret" he confirmed, raising his eyes to fall back on hers, "was he there today?" He hadn't believed her before.

She understood why, she wasn't exactly being honest, but it wasn't exactly his business.

"No he was not" she confirmed crossed her arms over her heaving chest, something he then had a glance at, watching it rise and fall, frustration being the cause, "why does it matter to you?" She tried to bite back at him.

His eyes stayed on her chest momentarily before lifting back to hers.

His eyes looked different, she couldn't tell if it was anger or want, lust, need. No, she confirmed in her head, it is anger, why would he desire her?

Boy was she wrong.

Sure he was angry, furious even, but he also felt an immense desire for her.

He stepped closer, so close that the hairs on her arms stood up and practically made contact with his chest, that was the moment she looked down, the moment she realised he was still in fact only sporting a white fluffy towel around his waist.

She found the two tattoos that cover the top left hand side of his chest.

A spider and some sort of half dead looking demonic thing, they summed him up pretty well. She knew she'd been staring too long. Far too long.

"Because I care" his tone was seductive, making her attention fall back on his lips.

He watched intently as her folded arms fell to her sides, her guard was going down, literally and metaphorically. A smirk found the lips she was staring at when he realised she was nervous. His gaze soon finding her slightly agape lips, soon pulling the bottom one between her teeth.

Seeming more confident as the seconds went on, she decided to talk back, "bullshit Munson, you wouldn't know what caring meant if it slapped you across the face" his smirk only grew wider and eyes darker at her words.

Speaking of her own confidence, she'd never seen Eddie like this, sure he was always confident in his freak like act, but she'd never seen him being confident around a woman.

She was that woman right now.

Her thoughts slowly trailed off at the feeling of his hand sliding between her arm and waist, finding the bottom of her back and pulling her body into his. She nearly stumbled, but managed to somewhat gracefully pull it off.

One of her hands on his bicep area, an area that had more bicep than she'd ever thought he'd have.

She looked up at him, finding him already looking at her.

The hand that was on her back slowly raised to find her chin, tilting her head up. Holy shit, Eddie Munson was about to kiss her, Margaret Sawyer. The world had began to turn inside out, or rather, upside down.

Margaret felt herself part her lips the closer he got.

That was until she'd realised just what she was doing, watching as he flicked his eyes closed, waiting for their lips to touch, something that did not exactly happen, the only contact he received was her hands against his chest, pushing him backward and away from her.

"Margaret" his tone was warning.

She began to walk away from him toward her bedroom.

"You wanted that as much as I did and you know it" he teased her, knowing he'd get a reaction from her.

"Get over yourself" she let out a tut as her hand touch the golden door knob, about to turn it when she stopped.

"You want me right?" He mocked the words she'd used earlier, "I'm right here baby, I want you too, the same way you want me"

Her grip tightened around the metal door knob, frustrated at his words, frustrated at just how right he was, of course she wanted him, why she didn't know. He was Eddie the freak Munson and she was little miss perfect.

This shouldn't be happening.

Eddie watched her, not taking his eyes of her.

Hearing the slight mumbled words "fuck it" fall from her lips as she let go and turned around, making her way to him.

Her body slamming against his own, her hands sliding under his damp hair along his jaw and pulling his face down to her own, the feeling of ecstasy finding him when her lips pushed against his.

They were warm and soft and wanting.

His hands slid behind her back, pushing her into him as much as he could while her lips continued to attack his. His whole body being set alight. He'd been with girls before, after gigs, but none of them felt like this. None of them were Margaret.

His eyes snapped open at the feeling of being pushed again, this time, he was sat on her sofa, watching as she straddled him, allowing his hands to roam her hips and waist as she continued.

Her lips tasted sweet, addicting. Their kissing was not gentle, but it wasn't messy, it was as though they were made for each other, two puzzle pieces that finally found their match. She felt the vibration of a slight groan from his throat and lips as her fingers tangled in his curls tugging.

The feeling driving Eddie crazy.

His fingers began to dig into her hips. Perfectly.

His tongue ran over her bottom lip, the bottom lip that had just allowed him entrance, allowing their tongues to touch.

"Margaret, come in" the sound of Dustin Henderson making her jolt upright and peel herself from Eddies grasp, "are you there?" He continued down the walkie.

Boy was Eddie going to kill him.

She stumbled slightly to the kitchen counter, picking it up, "yes Dustin, I am in my bed, goodnight" she lied through her teeth. Eddie shook his head at her lies.

"Sorry, uh I will call in the morning" Dustins awkward laugh came back through finally before disconnecting.

Margaret turned back to look at Eddie.

Her face fell slightly as her fingers gracefully touched her slightly swollen lips. Eddie looked at the girl, fearing her rejection, her regret. Something he'd dealt with many times, something he knew how to fix.

"That meant.." she paused finding the words.

"Nothing" Eddie finished her sentence for her standing up "it meant nothing" and walking toward the bathroom, "don't worry Mar, we are just friends" closing the door behind him as he walked in.

Eddie thought he'd done the girl a favour.

Only he couldn't be more incorrect.

His words didn't relieve her.

His words were in fact like a stab to the heart.

It meant everything, that was what she was trying to say.