A/N: I had an idea that I wanted to get down. I haven't check it for grammatical errors of any type. You have been warned. I would appreciate a comment but to be honest I'm not interested in any criticism on this as I wrote it in about 30 min at 4:45am.
Full of righteous indignation and holy anger Elizabeth arose to face her sister. "How dare you?" She spoke in a low even voice, one none present had ever heard out of the sweet genteel young lady before them. Lydia simply ignored her, "Oh la, how droll Lizzy has become since marrying Mr. Darcy. Don't you think so Kitty."
Kitty looked from Lydia to Elizabeth and back again. Since Lydia had eloped, Kitty spent a considerable amount of time contemplating the ill choices her younger sister was prone to and made herself and her sisters a vow to improve her mind and mend her former ways. In the spirit of her new outlook, she answered Lydia thusly, "Lydia, I do not agree with you. You had us all concerned with the way you took off with Mr. Wickham, had you not been found we would not have been able to marry. You would have destroyed us all. It is not some grand joke as you called it."
"Oh not you too, Kitty." Lydia''s annoyance began to show. "How jealous you all are that I got to have so much fun..."
What Lydia's next words were no one would ever know for at that moment Elizabeth's hand came down across her cheek. Lydia fell to the floor holding her face as Elizabeth stood over her.
Lydia was so stunned she could not speak. Even Mrs. Bennet held her tongue.
"Lizzy you must contain yourself.," cried Jane.
"No, Jane. I don't think I shall. I am done with her. I will quit her and from this moment forward will hear nothing else from her. She cares not what she has done to this family with her selfish ways and her stupidity and I want none of it. You allow her to act the part of a fool with no repercussions while we bore the shame for having a sister comport herself thusly and yet you sit there ready to scold me for some perceived offense that you have against me, mother. Well have at me, let me hear my latest transgressions. How have I grieved you? Was it I who had you layed upon your sick bed with grief and worry? Was it I who had you crying over ruination and yet you coddle this... this fool of a girl who pretends at being a woman.
"Lizzy!" Jane attempted once more to calm her sister.
"I am done!" she shouted. "Absolutely done," she spoke as if she had run out of breath. All present stared upon her as she looked at Lydia who had not risen, cried or scarcely made a sound since being struck.
Lizzy stepped over Lydia's form as if she were a stick on the dirt road and proceeded to the door. She quit the room leaving her sisters, aunts and mother in shocked silence.