Maya guided Madison through the familiar halls of the Foster mansion, offering a reassuring presence. Upon reaching Madison's room, she suggested, "A warm bath might help you feel better, Madison. I'll get everything ready for you."
She went into action, filling the tub with warm water, adding scented candles around the bathroom to create a soothing ambience. The flickering candlelight cast a gentle glow, and the aroma of strawberries wafted through the air as Maya placed a bottle of strawberry-scented body wash within Madison's reach.
"Take your time in the bath, Madison. Don't worry about anything; I'll handle everything. If you need anything, just let me know," Maya assured her before leaving her to enjoy the calming bath.
With Madison settled, Maya began her quest to find Liam. She checked the study room, his office, and the dining room, but he was nowhere to be found. A sense of urgency gripped her, pushing her to search for him more determinedly.
Eventually, she arrived at his bedroom door. Without hesitation, she flung it open, revealing Liam standing on the balcony, indulging in heavy drinking. Unaware of Maya's entrance, he continued his solitary contemplation.
Determined to intervene, Maya reached for the drink bottle in Liam's hand, and with a swift motion, she emptied its contents over him. The bottle dropped to the ground, shattering into a thousand pieces. The sudden act disrupted Liam's thoughts, and he turned to face Maya, his eyes red and filled with a mixture of disbelief and rage.
"What the hell are you doing?" he demanded, his voice harsh and commanding.
Unfazed by his anger, Maya met his gaze squarely. "You need to see a therapist, Liam. This self-destructive behaviour won't solve anything."
Liam, taken aback by her audacity, dragged her into the room, pushing her to the floor. "Who do you think you are barging into my room and lecturing me?" he spat, his frustration evident.
Maya, undeterred, stared up at him. "Someone who cares about Madison and you, despite your resistance to it. Your daughter needs you, Liam."
His eyes bore into hers, his expression a mixture of defiance and inner turmoil. "I don't need your lectures, Maya. I can handle my own problems."
Maya retorted, "Clearly, you can't. You're drowning yourself in alcohol, shutting everyone out, especially Madison. You're hurting her with your neglect, and it's time you face the truth."
Liam's grip tightened on her arm as he seethed, "I don't need anyone telling me how to live my life. Get out of my way."
Maya, unyielding, raised her voice. "You can't keep avoiding the pain, Liam. Face it, seek help, for your sake, and Madison's."
He glared at her, his anger reaching its peak. "You're crossing a line, Maya."
With a mixture of frustration and determination, Maya screamed at him, "Sometimes, lines need to be crossed for someone's well-being. You're not just hurting yourself; you're hurting Madison. Get help before it's too late."
Maya stood up, facing him squarely. "When it affects Madison, it becomes my business. I care about her, and I won't stand by watching her suffer because her father refuses to face his own demons."
A tense silence settled between them again, the room echoing with the weight of unspoken emotions. Maya, with a final, intense look, turned to leave the room. As she reached the doorway, she paused, looking back at Liam. "Think about it, Liam. Madison needs her father, not a distant, self-destructive version of him."
Maya's bold confrontation left the room in a tense silence. Liam, still seething, faced the harsh reality that Maya had laid bare. The shattered glass on the floor echoed the brokenness that lingered within the Foster mansion, a reflection of the complex emotions entwined in the lives of those residing within its opulent walls.
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Returning to Madison's room, Maya found her sitting on the bed, wrapped in a towel, her eyes still carrying the traces of earlier tears. The warm bath had provided some solace, but the turmoil within Madison was far from settled.
Maya approached her with a reassuring smile. "Feeling a bit better?"
Madison nodded, her voice still shaky. "Thanks, Maya. I appreciate it."
Maya helped her get dressed, choosing a soft, comfortable outfit. As she brushed Madison's damp hair, she spoke gently, "You're stronger than you think, Madison. And you're not alone in this."
Madison met Maya's eyes, a mixture of gratitude and sadness in her gaze. "Why do you care so much, Maya? You're different from others."
Maya paused, considering her words carefully. "Because everyone deserves someone who cares, Madison. No one should feel alone, especially not in a place that's supposed to be home."
The two shared a moment of understanding before Maya suggested, "Now, get some rest. I will get you something to eat at dinner time. Tomorrow is a new day, and we'll figure things out together."
Maya left Madison's room, closing the door behind her. The mansion, now shrouded in the tranquillity of the night, held the promise of a new day—a day that held the potential for healing and resolution, but also the challenges of facing uncomfortable truths. Maya, with a sense of purpose, was determined to navigate the complexities of the Foster mansion, offering support where needed and facing the shadows that lurked within its luxurious corridors.