Marcus walked out onto the patio deck near the pool.
He stood tall between two large white architectural pillars.
Behind him, a large American flag hung from the balcony.
He looked down at Victoria struggling in the shallow end.
Marcus: Get out of my house and off my property!
Victoria: You will pay for this humiliation, Marcus!
Marcus: If you step foot here again, I call the police!
Victoria climbed out of the pool onto the wet tiles.
Water dripped off her clothes, making a heavy mess.
She wiped the wet hair away from her red face.
Several security guards walked quickly onto the back lawn.
Marcus motioned for them to take over the situation.
Marcus: Escort her straight to her car outside the gate.
Victoria: Don't touch me, I can walk myself out!
Marcus: Make sure she leaves the residential neighborhood completely.
The guards stood on either side of Victoria firmly.
She realized she had lost all control of the room.
She turned around and stomped away down the side path.
Her wet shoes made squishing sounds with every step.
The remaining guests began to clap and soft chatter returned.
Marcus turned back toward the open glass doors slowly.
His heart was still beating fast from the intense moment.
He adjusted his gray suit jacket and took a breath.
He walked back into the living room toward his sister.
Elena was still sitting near the ruined cake mess.
She was breathing heavily, trying to calm herself down.
Marcus felt a deep sense of relief wash over him.
The threat was finally gone from their family home.
He knew he needed to focus entirely on Elena now.
He walked past the quiet onlookers with purpose.
The real healing of the day was about to begin.