Beneath the sadness that overwhelmed her each time she looked at her mother, there was a rage that was constant. It brought all sorts of nasty thoughts to her mindâmost likely ones that would have lied with Fiona. But perhaps like the magical abilities, bitchiness had skipped a generation as well. Madison had never been one to resort to violence, but she was quick to attack with her tongue. If there was one thing the potion maker had always taught her it was to stand her ground.
Someone had deliberately sought her mother out and attacked her in the bathroom of a bar. Found a woman who hardly ever left the house, nor was a bother to anyone.Â
Madison wanted to k i l l the person responsible.
As she kept contact with her motherâs hand, weary eyes glanced up to find her fatherâs staring directly back. They had never had a good relationship to begin with and the at that took place in the hospital was reassurance enough that he was scum. No, the teenager did not know what exactly had happened, but she could take a very good guess as to what the blind witch had witnessed.Â
Hank had always been a self-absorbed man who came and went as he pleased. He never had a kind word for the work his wife did for the Coven, nor his own child for that matter. Madison was embarrassed to be biologically related to him and she didnât keep that a secret from anyone. He had hurt her mother, just like someone else had and the blonde would be more than happy to take out her frustrations on him until they caught the person responsible.Â
A smile formed against her lips as her motherâs attitude changed completely when she turned to speak to her. Cordelia had never once allowed her child to see her in pain, nor fighting with her husband and for that Madison loved her even more but couldnât help but roll her eyes. Fingers took hold of the sunglasses placed in her hand and she folded them neatly, resting them on the in table near the door.Â
âI think you all should go.â Madison suggested aloud, more so towards the man still standing before her.Â
The older blonde who had been observing the scenario play out in the corner, sighed and trotted across the room to her child. âIâll go make some tea.â And with that not only her body exited the room but the smoke cloud that followed.
âMadison, now is not the time. You canât take care of her yourself.â Hank raised his voice out of frustration towards his daughter. âI think you should leave me and your mother for a bit so we can talk.â
âThere is no way in hell I am leaving. Fuck you.â She muttered as she down on the chairâs armrest and continued to hold her motherâs hand.
âCordelia⊠please.â