A Brother's Rage

You close the door quietly behind you and head down stairs. Despite the earth shaking revelation you had just learned there was only one thing on your mind...Fiona!

You wanted to scream, to punch something, to tear the walls down around you. You quiver with pent up energy.

Fiona **** Elsie. Elsie hadn't actually used that word but it wasn't hard to piece it together. You didn't know any of the details. When it happened, if it still happened, etc. But it didn't matter. You knew the big important truth and that's all you needed.

When you get to the dining room you see your mother has a spectacular meal for two set up. Wine, fresh bread, a side salad, and of course her homemade lasagna.

"Take a seat." Your mother smiles.

You sit down. Your mother sits across from you and raises a glass. You touch your glass to hers and take a drink. You were almost numb with rage. Your new dual nature were at odds. The old Jesse wanted to figure this out, talk to Fiona, to talk to your mother, and to support Elsie after her confession. The new Jesse only wished Fiona was there right now so that you could hurt her back.

Try as you might you couldn't enjoy the meal. The magnificent food your mother worked so hard on tasted like ash in your mouth. Honestly you almost wanted to be sick to your stomach. Your mother notices pretty quickly something is wrong.

"Jesse, what's the matter?" She asks.

You didn't want to get her involved. "Just something I have to deal with." You say in a low voice. "Mom. Would you mind staying over at Aunt Peg's tonight?"

She looks at you with surprised confusion. "Stay at Peggy's? Why ever for?"

"Just...just could you? No questions asked." You reach across and take her hand. "I really need this, just tonight. I know its a weird request. I just need you to do this for me."

She wanted to say no or even laugh it off but she could see that you were deadly serious. "Uh, s-sure. I guess so." She says hesitantly. "Like, right now?"

You nod. "Right now."

"Can we talk about this?"

You shake your head. Your face was a grim mask as you tried to keep your anger bottled up.

"Okay dear." She daubs her lips with her napkins and gets up from the table. "Are you sure you don't want to talk about this?"

The old you desperately did, but you weren't entirely in the drivers seat anymore. You shake your head. "No. And thank you."

She nods. This was strange as hell but she seemed to trust you, trusting that you were doing this for an important reason. She goes upstairs and packs an overnight bag. You give her a hug and a kiss and see her on her way. She looks at you with concern and confusion as she leaves.

Walking around the house you gather a few things. Duct tape, a toy from your mother's collection, lube. You go to the front door and wait. Thoughts of Fiona hurting and **** Elsie flashing through your rage addled mind. Once more it dawns on you that the old you would not be doing this right now, or at the very least you would have figured out some clever plan for ****. Not now, not the new you, this needed to be dealt with directly and forcefully.

After close to an hour you hear a vehicle pull into the driveway. You wait silently in the dark hall. Both halves of you were screaming at you. Like a little noisy angel and devil on each shoulder. The new you just couldn't wait for that door to open. An eye for an eye, time for some old school justice. The old you was begging you to stop this madness before it was too late. You were better than this!