"Everyone has to find their own way
And I'm sure things will work out okay
I wish that was the truth
All we know is the sun will rise
Thank your lucky stars that you're alive
It's a beautiful life..."
Maddie Davenport is the youngest out of the Dave...
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The house was quiet, except for the soft clicking of a spoon stirring a mug of hot cocoa. Maddie was currently sitting on the worn leather couch with her knees pulled up to her chest, her green hood over her head and goggles hanging from her neck, a blanket also draped across her lap.
She remained quiet, uncharacteristically still. It was family movie night, and Maddie always was invited to these kind of nights.
Douglas then walked in from the kitchen, setting a second mug down on the coffee table in front of her, softly speaking up, "Double marshmallows. Don't say I never spoil you."
The six year old barely looked up at that and murmured, "You didn't have to. I just needed somewhere... quieter."
Douglas nodded and sat beside her, "That's what this place is for, isn't it?"
A small moment passed as she then took a sip of her cocoa but doesn't smile, yet Douglas notices and points it out, "Okay, squirt. You've got that face. The "I'm-mad-but-don't-wanna-talk-about-it" face. You wanna yell? Break something? I got a toaster in the garage you can vaporize.
Maddie sighed, quietly saying, "I don't wanna break things. I already feel broken enough."
Douglas pauses at that. That hits him more than it was supposed to. He turned to face her more directly, his tone shifting, "Is this about Marcus?"
Maddie didn't say anything for a moment until she blurted out, "He pretended like we weren't ever friends! Like— like I'm just some little kid who doesn't matter!" She pixelated and glitched somewhat as she continued, "He used to stand up for me, y'know? When Veronica and the big kids at school were mean to me... he was the one who made them stop. And now he lies and makes fun of Leo, and blames me for his guitar— like I'd ever break something on purpose! And my brothers... they believed him."
Her voice cracks. She pixelates slightly as tears prick the edges of her eyes. Douglas stays quiet, letting her vent, "And I know he's bad now. I do. Really bad. Maybe a monster... But I still miss the part of him that wasn't. The part that made me feel like maybe being different wasn't so bad..."
Douglas exhales, then gently pulls her hood back. He's not great at this kind of emotional stuff, but here he was, trying anyway. "You've got a big heart, kid. That's what makes you powerful. And yeah... Marcus? He's not the boy you remember anymore. He's a teenager. People tend to change as they get older. Sometimes not for the better. But that doesn't mean you have to carry the pieces they broke."
He leans back before continuing, "You don't owe him forgiveness. And you don't have to stop coming here just because he's my son. This is your safe space too, got it?"
