"Okay, kids, I'll have to let you stay with Homer for a while. Do you understand?" Said Marge, tired. She always took care of the three with basically no help, but it's hard while also grieving for a relationship. "It will only be for a while, I promise!" She bargained, trying to make her three children feel better.
"Homer? He's the worst, I hate him!" Screamed the boy, clearly not fond of the idea of staying with his father. Him and Homer never had a good relationship, but he could never forgive the man for what he's done to his family, to him. Bart despised Homer, never wanting to see his face again.
He clenched his fist, his face was turning red and his anger was apparent, until he felt someone grabbing his hand.
It was Lisa, looking at him, smiling. "Don't worry Bart. It will only be for a while, and we'll be together, right?" She spoke with a soft voice, which made Bart calm down.
"Sure, sis. Whatever you say." He let off of her hand quickly, trying not to seem weak. "I'll go get ready." He uttered before going to his room.
"Thanks, sweetie. You're being very helpful..." Said Marge, proud of Lisa.
"Thank you, mom! I should get me and Maggie ready as well." Lisa left
Some hours later, Marge and the kids got out of the car, in front of a creepy, unkempt house. It was so distinct from the others that it surely was Homer's. They all reluctantly stepped up, walking toward the door.
Lisa volunteered to ring the bell to the house, and so she did. They all heard a faint groaning coming from the door, before it was opened. Homer was there, scaring all of them. He looked just as bad as his house, his eyes seemed tired and red, the small strands of hair he had left already fell off and his clothes were full of holes and stains of something red, hopefully ketchup.
"Oh, hey Marge!" He said ecstatically, almost as he soul went back to his body when he saw her. "What are you here for, huh?" He questioned?
"Please don't tell me you forgot..." Marge replied, with sass.
"Forgot about what?" He pondered.
"Oh, you-" Bart got ready to give him a punch in the gut, but was stopped by Lisa.
"Just, take care of the children while I'm gone, okay?" Said Marge, clearly without any patience to anything right now.
"Sure thing! Get in, kids!"
The children reluctantly got into the creepy house.
"You look pretty, where are you going? A party?" He tried to make small talk
"I'm going to my sisters' funeral, Homer." She replied
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Candyrocks
RomanceA remaster from my deleted story, Candyrocks. Homer and Marge divorced, Marge kept the kids because Homer is not responsible to take care of children. He was wrecked, not being able to live in Springfield anymore, moving to a far away city, applying...
