What's Important

Fiona is sitting in the living room taking care of a few messages on her phone with some music playing, the volume just enough to mask the noises coming from upstairs. She lets out a snort of frustration. The Underground was closed up tight, would be for months at least. All of her appointments cancelled. She'd miss the money but she was actually glad for it. The last thing she wanted to do was end up being the one to bring this fucking virus home to her family. No, what frustrated her was the weeks and months of being trapped like an animal she had in front of her. Her university classes had gone online. Her work was closed. She couldn't travel or shop or anything. But most of all, deep down, she was scared. Jesse and Elsie had the virus and that ate her up inside. As much as those two nerds got on her nerves she loved them so much it fucking hurt. As she sits there she thinks about that one mother fucker who ate a fucking bat, or whatever the fuck he or she did, and she fantasizes about all of the things she would do that person if she was given the chance.

Glancing toward the stairs she smiles. At least the ruining of Jesse's dumb cunt of a girlfriend would be one productive thing she'd get done during this lock down. Jesse would get angry at her but he would forgive her in the end. He always did. Her mother and Chloe would be easy enough to manipulate, they were both completely nuts and each usually think with their dicks and pussies which made them easy to influence. Now if El or Peg were here...that would be a problem. But they were securely in quarantine for at least two weeks. The downside would be that she'd have to keep Allison here until she brought her to heel so that the stupid cunt wouldn't go to the cops immediately once she was free, once she is away for a while and there was no suspicion on the family Fiona would make sure Allie disappeared forever. In the meantime she had a feeling dominating the girl wasn't going to be all that difficult.

Very subtly her ruby grin widens. That Allison was something else. Fiona had assaulted her, captured her, insulted her, and let loose her rapacious cousin on her...and the stupid bitch had tried to submit! She'd seen this many times of course but those were always in controlled and carefully prearranged situations. Unconsciously Fiona fans her shirt, feeling a bit hot as she thought about that yielding and awestruck look in Allison's deep blue eyes. She was good enough looking, especially gagged and bound like that. "Mmmm." Fiona hums. The girl had a nice fit body, being a tennis player and all. Jesse had found a hot one at least. Fiona rubs her fingers together as she remembered how wet Allison was after she'd manhandled her and pinned her to the ground, she runs her tongue over her gleaming white teeth as she recalls that look of fear and lust in Allie's pretty face.

Fiona scoffs and shakes her head. "Stupid bitch."

Fiona continues to go through the upcoming weeks of cancelled appointments and classes and merrily hums along to the music. After a while her mother finally emerges from her office. She walks out into the living room rubbing her neck.

"So?" Fiona asks.

Helen slowly goes to the sofa and sits down with something clearly on her mind. Patting the cushion beside her she says. "Come here."

Fiona rolls her eyes and lets out a big sigh. She wasn't in the mood for fighting with her mother right now so she gets up and sits beside her. What her mom does next takes her completely off guard.

Helen looks into her strong and fierce daughter's hazel eyes, barely held in tears glimmering at the corners of her own soft brown eyes, and whispers. "Hold me?"

Fiona looks back into her mother's worried face and her usual defenses lower. "Yeah, of course." She wraps her arms around her mother's soft fleshy body. Helen lays her head on her daughter's shoulder. She puts her arms around Fiona's waist to hold her eldest child tight.

"I'm glad you're here Fiona." She snuggles in tight, comforted by Fiona's strong arms. When she closed her eyes it almost felt like John again. "I don't say it enough baby, but I'm so glad you're here."

Fiona was gobsmacked. It had been years since her mom spoke to her like this, years of bickering and sniping and arguing. It seemed the only time they didn't fight lately was when they were having sex. She realized then that her mom was scared. Just as scared and confused as she was. Three of the family had this virus, the two babies of the family among them. And like her Helen was powerless to do anything about it.

"Hey." Fiona says softly as she lays her head on her mom's and keeps her tight in her hug. "It's gonna be okay. You hear me Mom, it's going to be okay. They're strong, they're young, they'll be fine."

Helen lets out a soft sigh but says nothing. She needed to hear those words so badly right now and feel this real human connection with her daughter.

"Do you want me to go check on them?" Fiona asks, **** to do something to help her mother feel better. Fiona was doer, this emotional support shit was more Elsie's thing.

"No. No baby, stay here. Be safe." Helen whispers.

Fiona could feel her mother's tears now on her shoulder.

"Fiona?"

"Hm?"

"Do...do you still love me?"

Fiona bristles and shoots right back. "Of course I do."

Helen looks up into her daughter's face. "No, think about it. I know it's been difficult these last few years." She pulls back from the hug and strokes her beautiful blonde daughter's cheek. "Do you still love your Mom?"

"Mom..." Fiona groans. She hated heart to heart stuff like this, it made her uncomfortable.

"Do you? Do you still love me?"

Fiona looks squarely into her mother's eyes. "Yes. I do. But...it's not like it used to be."

Helen lets out a great sigh of relief and nods. "I know. I know." She takes a deep breath and swallows. "Fiona...I...um...I know you think I blamed you for your father's ****."

Fiona's features harden. "We are not doing this right now."

"If not now, then when?" Helen says. "I need to say something, while I still have your love."

"Mom..."

"You were right." Helen interjects then pours out her confession. "You were absolutely right. I did blame you. I did. I did blame you for John's ****." She turns to face her eldest child and takes one of Fiona's hands in both of hers. "I blamed you and for that I am ashamed. I put that on you when you needed a mother's love most of all. There is no excuse for it and I beg your forgiveness." She peers deeply into her daughter's eyes. "You did nothing wrong Fiona. It wasn't your fault."

Fiona's emotions are a chaotic tornado tearing her up at the completely unexpected blindside. She tries to hold onto the rage and anger, as she usually did, and she tries to keep her powerful implacable facade yet she could feel it cracking. A single tear rolls down her cheek. She wipes it away angrily.

"You fucking bitch!"

Helen lowers her head, ready to take the long overdue outburst she knew she deserved.

"You fucking bitch!" Fiona hisses again. "Why the fuck are you bringing this up now?"

"Things have...become clear to me today. What's important. What is truly important. And you are..."

"Shut the fuck up!" Fiona growls. "You fucking cow! You fucking cunt! You fucking crazy old bat!"

Helen holds onto Fiona's hand. It was tense but she wasn't pulling it away, which gave Helen hope.

"You come to me now with this shit? You bring him up today of all days!? Like we don't have enough to worry about right now! You stupid insane fucking bitch!" Fiona literally snarls, she had never been so angry before. "I take back what I said. I don't love you! I fucking hate you! I fucking hate you! I fucking HATE YOU!!!"

Helen's face flinches at the blows but she holds on.

"What's important is Elsie and Jesse, is that it? Now that you're fucking stuck here with me, your precious little babies not here for you, NOW you want to bring this shit up?" Fiona rails. "You always loved them more, admit it!"

"I love you Fiona." Helen whispers. "And I'm sorry."

"BULLSHIT!" More tears were now streaming down Fiona's face, a mask of anger and hatred and hurt. "You are a bad mother. You are a bad person. You fucked me up and you fucked up Elsie and Jesse too you fat disgusting pig." Fiona sits up tall, her hazel eyes glaring with a brilliant loathing, and she says the words she'd always wanted to. "I wish you died that day. I wish you died...and not Daddy."

Helen is crying now too. She nods and says softly. "I know baby, I know. I do too, I do too."

"Daddy would know what to do right now. Daddy would make this all better. But you can't do shit, as always, you useless fucking cunt."

Helen shudders and nods, accepting the charge.

Fiona chin begins to tremble, her visage of rage melting into a little girl's grief. "B-but...don't you see? You were right Mom. You were right about one thing. You were right all along. It is my fault. It's all my fault!" Fiona breaks, weeping openly tears she had held in for over thirteen years. "Daddy died because of me!"

"No baby, no!" As Fiona crumples her mother is there to catch her. Holding her daughter to her chest she strokes her long blonde hair. "It's not your fault. You aren't to blame. Nobody could have stopped it."

"Why didn't I run faster? Why didn't dial faster?" Fiona moans. "Why didn't I talk faster? Why did I have to ask to go swimming?"

"Shhhhh."

"Why didn't he get up? Why didn't he get up Mom? He wouldn't get up!" The powerful goddess weeps like a babe. "Why did he leave meeee!?"

"He didn't want to leave you child." Helen soothes and consoles. "You were his light, his little pumpkin, his precious girl. You were everything to that man. You were his center. He loved you so much." She kisses her daughter's head and gently begins to rock forward and back. "He will always be with you. He is a part of you. I see him in your strength. I see him in your blonde hair and your face and your height and your confidence. I see him in your heart baby. I see him every day...in you."

"It's my fault." Fiona whispers as she held to her Mom for her very life. "It's all my fault."

"No. Shhhhh. No baby." Helen says. "It's not your fault. It's not your fault. Shhhhh."