Confronting Fiona

You walk out and gently close the door behind you. Despite the earthshaking revelation you had just learned there was only one thing on your mind...Fiona! You knew she had a thing for being dominant, being in charge, taking what she wanted. But **** Elsie!? She had way crossed the line to say the least. Elsie hadn't actually said the word ****, but it wasn't hard to put it together.

You trudge downstairs. As you enter the dining room you notice a wonderful dinner set out on the table. There is four setting and four meals with wine laid out Fiona sits at one end looking at something on her phone as your mother brings a basket of fresh bread and sets it in the middle.

"Elsie isn't joining us?" She asks.

Your eyes are locked on your older sister though she hasn't even bothered to look up yet. You were almost literally seeing red. You take your seat. Your jaw is clenched. It took all you had not to dive across the the table and wring her neck right there.

Your mother sits across from you. She is smiling at you but she can tell something is wrong, very wrong. Trying to lighten the mood she raises her glass. "Perhaps the man of the house has a toast he'd like to make?" She asks cheerily.

Fiona raises her glass though she is still looking at her phone. Despite the magnificent meal your mother had worked so hard on she was only half paying attention. Ungrateful bitch.

Your eyes hadn't left your sister for a moment. "Yeah, I'd like to make a toast. Here's to the piece of shit that **** my little sister."

Your mother gasps and drops her wine glass, the stem cracks as it hits the table and dark red wine spills into the bread basket. Fiona's eyes get wide and nervous as she slowly looks up from her phone to look at you. She was stunned, she was also scared. You could see her fear. Both you and Fiona put down your wine.

"What did you say!?" She exclaims. "What the fuck..." Her nervous eyes meet yours and she can see that you are not joking. You were deadly serious.

"Mom, I have no idea what he is...is talking about." She is stuttering and talking fast. Guilt etched across her face. "That's crazy. Jesse why would you say that!?"

Your mom is staring at Fiona, furious yet utterly heartbroken. Unfortunately for Fiona her mother had a pretty good sense of when she was lying. "Oh my god! No!"

Fiona is looking between the two of you rapidly. "It's not true Mom. I don't know why he said that."

"Elsie told me." You say in an emotionless monotone.

Fiona was fucked. In a she said-she said versus her little sister there was only one person her mom would believe. She tries anyways. "Elsie said that? She's a fucking liar!"

Tears are streaming from your mother's eyes at this point. She stands up. "You will leave this house! IMMEDIATELY! I will be calling the police. I hope they throw the book at you!"

"But..." Fiona starts.

"I DON'T GIVE A FUCK IF THEY FIND OUT OUR SECRET!!!" She screams at the top of her lungs. "With that secret came a trust, a family trust. Oh my god..." She leans over and grips the table. She was shaking. "I knew you were rotten, I had no idea how much."

Fiona was at a loss for words. "But...no...I don't...I don't..." She finally settles on something. "Mom, okay it's true. But it was a long time ago. I was young and stupid..."

Her defense backfires spectacularly. "It was a long time ago!!! How old was Elsie!?" Her mother barks angrily.

Fiona cringes as she realizes she had stepped in it. "Mom. Please no. You're my family. Jesse, please." She is pleading, something she was not used to doing. "You guys are all I have!"

"Tough shit!" Your mother growls. "You should have thought of that before you...oh my god...be for you..." Your mother looks to the hallway. "My baby girl. My poor baby girl." She is getting ready to go see Elsie.

"She's passed out Mom." You tell her. You are glaring at your sister. "Mom, instead of calling the cops, kicking her out...I'm thinking we might try an old fashioned eye for an eye brand of justice."

Fiona's eyes get wide once more, she is in disbelief. "You wouldn't dare!"

You keep her gaze fixed with yours. "I am thinking a week as the family cum dumpster would probably teach her a lesson. I am sure Aunt Peg and Chloe would love to come help out, for Elsie's sake."