Fiona's Breaking Point

This short thread I am writing only for myself, not sure if there will be smut or not. The scene came to me this weekend and would not let me go until I got it down. I decided to share it because I know there are a couple of you that do enjoy these character moments.

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You are lying in bed late one night mindlessly playing a mobile game on your phone. You had never suffered from insomnia before but it was becoming a regular occurrence now. Your life had been flipped upside down a few weeks ago with all of the revelations your family had sprung on you that fateful day. Your home life had changed significantly since then, it was as if you had a whole new family all of a sudden. They now spoke openly about things you really wished they wouldn't. Most of them flirted with you constantly and despite yourself you were finding yourself tempted. In your weaker moments it was only your commitment to Allison that held you back. But things weren't exactly rosy in that relationship. If you made it another six months with her you would be surprised and you knew once Allie was gone you would fall into your family's degenerate ways sooner or later. All of this and more danced in your mind to keep you from finding sleep.

You just barely hear the front door close followed soon after by a light creak of someone stepping on the bottom step. It was Fiona. Your trouble sleeping had made you aware that your big sister had a hell of an active nightlife. You always kind of knew it but after hearing her creep in between two and three in the morning so many times now you really had a sense of it now. You didn't know how she did it. She was getting by on less sleep than you were these past few weeks and you had a sense that this was the norm for her. No wonder she was always so moody.

Turning off your phone your room goes black. You set it beside you and listen to your sister climbing the stairs. Creak, creak, creak. They were slower tonight. Each one was followed by a silent pause, as if she were climbing them hesitantly. You fold your hands over your stomach and listen even more intently. Creak, creak, creak. She makes her way to the top. You knew she would be standing just outside your door now.

There is another pause, this one much longer. You could hear her just beyond your door. She seemed...out of breath? Her breathing was shallow and ragged. You stay perfectly still and continue to listen. She moves down the hall and then...silence. You wait and you wait, still silence. She hadn't entered her room. She hadn't gone into the washroom as she often did. You knew she was still out in the hallway but there was no movement or noise of any kind. What the heck was she doing out there?

You continue to listen for what must have been at least ten minutes before curiosity finally gets the better of you. As carefully and as silently as you could manage you slip off of your bed and pad toward your door. Gripping the handle hard you slowly turn it in such a way that it wouldn't make noise. You then pull it open just a crack and peer out into the hall.

It was just as dark out there as it was in your room but thankfully your eyes had already adjusted. You saw the unmistakable shape of your big sister standing down the hall facing away from you. Her golden locks almost glowing in the dim. She stood absolutely still. Her left arm was extended and her fingers rested upon the door to your mother's room. You watch in fascination. The first thought that enters your mind was that Fiona had come home drunk and horny and was tempted to crawl into bed with her mother for...well, for reasons. But there was something about the way she was standing there. Her shoulders were slumped, her head was bowed slightly, all the dynamism that usually beamed off of her like the summer sun seemed to be drained from her.

That is when you hear the sharp gasp for air followed by restrained sob.

You stand in stunned disbelief. You watch as your sister's shoulders heave and she reaches up with her right hand to wipe tears from her cheeks. Fiona was crying! Strong, cruel, heartless Fiona...crying!

The way she had bullied you over the years you felt like you ought to celebrate this moment of weakness. The bitch had made you feel bad often enough that you would have been justified in at least a sliver of schadenfreude. Yet seeing and hearing your big sister like this...it was a knife to the heart. Fiona, for all her faults, was your rock. When it really mattered you knew Fiona would be there for you as only she could be. Your mother and Elsie were a wonderful emotional safety net, they could comfort you and console you. Fiona was different. She would see through all the bullshit and call it out, no matter how harsh. And if she felt something needed to be done...she would do it!

She had fought bullies for you back in grade school and she always won because she fought dirty. When you whined about the girls ignoring you in high school she'd taught you to drive and told you that girls don't want a boy without wheels. When she was only 13 she'd even given you one hell of a spanking when you were caught stealing candy from the local corner store. Granted, she then took the candy for herself, but still you never stole again after that whoopin.

She loved you in a different way from the others. Not more or less in degree or importance, but just different. A hard love but one you cherished. Seeing her in pain now brought that love into sharp focus. She might be a hellacious bitch but she was your big sister.

You swallow hard and take a deep breath. She wouldn't want you seeing her like this, she'd probably yell at you or knock you on your ass, but you didn't care about that right now. You swing your door wider and step out into the hall. Three bold steps later and you are putting your arm around your weeping sister's shoulders.

She stiffens and her breath is caught in her throat as you startle her. You feel her tremble once...then she spins into you. You were expecting a shove but instead receive a hug. A **** hug. She buries her face into you shoulder and wraps her arms around you. You embrace your sister and hold her tight. She clinches onto you as if her very life depended on it.

Her breath is unsteady, shuddering with her shaking body. She doesn't weep uncontrollably but the tears were flowing, you could feel her temple was wet as it brushed your neck. She smelled of leather and sweat and sex. What the hell had she been doing tonight?

Stroking her long blonde hair you whisper softly. "What's wrong? What happened?"

She replies in a tense, almost frantic, voice. "I...I...I need Daddy. I need my Daddy. Help me."

Fiona had never asked for your help in anything, ever. Or anyone's help for that matter. She was fiercely independent in that way. She might manipulate or make you do something for her, but to hear her ask so sincerely...it was something you never expected to experience. Your sister had been much closer to your father than either your or El. While you knew his **** was a sensitive topic for Fiona you had never seen it bubble over like this before.

"Shhh, shhh." You continue to stroke her soft mane.

"I need to talk to Daddy. Please Jesse." She pleads even as she hug you harder. "I don't know what to do!"

"Okay, shhhh, okay. It's going to be okay." You say in a soothing tone. "Let me get dressed. I'll take you down to the cemetery and..."

"Ohhhhh." She lets out a moan of soul wrenching anguish. "He's...he's not there anymore."

"Not there?"

"Not for meeee!" Her body wracks with a heavy sob. "He's gone! He's given up on me!"

"He wouldn't do that." Your mind casts about. This was heavy stuff and Fiona probably needed someone wiser than you right now. "Uh...did...did you want to talk to Mom?"

"No!" She shakes her head. "No! I want Daddy. I...I need...I need him to hold me. I need him to tell everything will be okay."

"Uh...we...uh...we could call Grandpa. It's probably the middle of the day over there." You were quickly running out of ideas. What could you say to her? "Maybe Aunt Peg..."

You feel her body slacken in your arms and like a faucet being turned off the tears stop. You could physically feel her close herself off again. There is a still moment before she suddenly pushes you away. "Go away, go back to bed. I'm sorry you had to see me being a little whiny bitch."

"Hold on...wait..."

"Get off of me." She growls. "Fuckin little pussy bitch."

She shoves you back harder and the hug breaks. You sense a boiling anger in her. Furious at her display of weakness and the fact that you saw it.

"Fiona, stop. It's okay, everybody cries sometimes."

SLAP!

You stand stunned, your left cheek burning from the lightning quick slap that almost staggered you.

"YOU cry sometimes you fucking pussy, I don't cry. Now fuck you and get out of my way." She goes to push past you but you don't let her.

"Wait. Please. I'm here to talk if you need somebody. I know I'm not Dad but..."

SLAP!

She hits you across the other cheek with another open hand slap. "No, you're not. You're nothing compared to him. You're just a little boy, he was a man. You're just a weak frightened little fuckin little bitch fuckin..."

"Stop it." You say.

SLAP! SLAP!

Your head snaps from left to right, your cheeks burned from hard strikes.

"You sissy fuck puny dick wuss fuckin sorry excuse for a fuckin man." Her words were almost nonsensical, just a stream of invective meant to hurt you in anyway she could. She shoves you again but you step right back up and hold your ground. She continues. "You're not Dad, you're not even close! You're not even fit to be called his son you pantywaist pansy piece of..."

CRACK!

Your punch lands flush on Fiona's perfect nose and sends her staggering into the corner of the hall beside your mother's bedroom door. In the dim light you see her eyes widen and a two dark streams of blood pour from her nostrils. As the blood trickles down over and around her full lips to drip down on her lily white blouse you watch the realization of what had just happened sink in.

"Fuck you!" You hiss.

She reaches up feels her nose. Pulling her hand back she looks down at her blood smeared fingers then back up at you in shock.

"I know I'm not Dad, okay? I know I'm a wuss, I get it. You remind me constantly." You say angrily, keeping your voice low so as not to wake Elsie or your Mom. "I'm not Dad, how could I be? He is perfect in your memory, the perfect man. Nobody can live up to a child's love for their Papa. But you know what? I'm here. I am standing right fucking here. You asked me to help you...let me try! I fucking love you, you stupid bitch."

"RRRRRR!" She snarls like a wild beast, blood and spittle spraying for her lips and spattering across your bare chest. "I'm going to kill you you mother-fuck..."

"Then fucking kill me. Go ahead and try." You square up to Fiona fearlessly. "Under all that bluster you're just a scared little girl. Aren't you Fiona? Come on then, do your worst. I'm not scared. Kick my ass if that'll make you feel better. But you know what? I won't make it easy. I'm gonna fight you. I'm going to fight back. And not just this time either. You'll have to do it again tomorrow. And the next day. And the next day. I'm your brother. I'm your brother! And that means you are stuck with me. I will never NEVER give up on you! I will NEVER leave you. You are a piece of shit, but I fucking love you!"

There is tense still moment as your big sister stares into your eyes. She doesn't even try to staunch the blood running down her face and staining her nice shirt. You stand there equally ready to fight or to console, either way you were prepared to give your sister all you had.