If Looks Could Kill (Sideshow Bob Fanfiction)

Chapter Twelve

Author's Note:

Hi! Sorry for not being here for a while, but I've been really busy with school work. However, now it's the Summer holidays, so I can't stand down, but I can relax a little more regarding exams and tests and everything. Believe it or not, I got set homework -_-  . Trigger warning for this next chapter. Enjoy!

Chapter 12

Bart stood beside the park bench, his hands quivering, the note still in them.

"What the hell do I do?!" Bart hissed frantically. 

Pacing  the length of the bench backwards and forwards, a thousand and thoughts zoomed around in his head ; what should he do? Tell Bob? Try and change Franchesca's mind? Tell his mom?

"Ask Lisa," Bart said decisively. Within an instant, Bart pulled out his phone and dialled Lisa's number.

"Hello?"

"Hey, Lees! Listen, Lisa, I need you to come to the park IMMEDIATELY."

"What? But why?"

"I can't really explain over the phone. I'll tell you when you get here," Bart replied.

"Okay, but this better not be a joke!" Lisa grumbled, putting the phone down.

Bart stared blankly down at his phone screen; he couldn't believe that he'd been dragged back into Bob's life again, let alone in such a scary way. This unfortunate chain of events had not only pulled Bob and Bart back together again, but had also opened up a lot of old wounds.

"Some doors are just best left shut," Bart muttered, kicking a can of coke away from his foot. Whilst Bart walked back towards the park gates to wait for Lisa, Bart noticed that it was starting to become Autumn. The leaves were turning a ray of colours, from gold to brown.  A chilly wind picked up, blowing Bart's spiky blonde hair into his eyes slightly.

After standing at the park gates for a further ten minutes, Bart spotted a blonde haired girl cycling towards him on a blue bike with a wicker basket attached to its front.

"Lisa!" Bart shouted, stuffing the note into his pocket.

Lisa dismounted the bike and padlocked it to a nearby bike-rack.

"What is it? This isn't to do with Millhouse, is it?" Lisa asked, smirking. Bart blushed.

"No! It's about Franchesca, and it's serious!" Bart retorted indignantly.

"A;right, alright! Keep your pants on! What's wrong?" Lisa laughed.

"I was talking to Franchesca on the bench earlier, and when she left, this fell out of her pocket. I tried to give it back to her, but she was much too far away by the time I realised whose it was. Look," Bart took the crumpled piece of paper out of his pocket and handed it nervously to Lisa.

Lisa took the note and began reading. Bart gulped, watching a look of fear spread across his sister's face as she read.

"This- this is serious. We need to tell Bob," Lisa replies, rubbing her ear anxiously.

"You sure that Bob is who we should tell? I mean... they split up ages ago," Bart answered.

"Well who else do we know who knows Franchesca?" Lisa sighed.

"...Good point..."

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Bob pushed his book aside.

"What a ridiculous plot," Bob ridiculed, chuckling.

All of a sudden, there was an urgent knock at his door. He got up and opened the door. Standing at the door were Bart and Lisa Simpson.

"Oh! Um- hello," Bob greeted them, surprised.

"Sideshow Bob, sorry to bother you, but this is an emergency!" Bart panted, leaning against the door frame.

"Whatever are you talking about?"

"Franchesca dropped this when she left the park, when I was talking to her earlier. I think she's in danger. Please, read this," Bart handed the note to the anxious Bob.

Bob's heart raced with desperate fear.

"Oh my God... I have to see Franchesca right away! Thank you for warning me, Bart, and Lisa," Bob said hurriedly. He grabbed his car keys off the side of his dresser and left the appartment. Locking the door, Bob silently prayed that Franchesca would be alright.

"I...I wouldn't recommend you coming along. I think that it's best if I go alone," Bob said, walking down the stairs, Bart and Lisa tagging along behind him.

"Oh! Yeah, of course. I'll see you around, Bob," Bart replied, taking a different set of stairs to Bob.

"Okay. Goodbye Bart, and Lisa."

Bob ran down the stairs in a frantic rush, cursing himself for living in a flat apartment. 

"Please be ok, please be ok, please be ok," Bob whispered to himself, over and over. 

Finally, he reached his car in the drive-way of the apartment-lot. He got into the car and sped away. It took all of him to obey the speed limit, and even then, he used what was left to focus on driving rather than panicking. 

Bob pulled up outside Franchesca's house, his hands trembling on the black leather steering-wheel. He got out of the car and knocked on her door. Pressing his hands into nervous fists, Bob waited outside the house. No answer. He tried again, louder this time. Still, there was no answer.

Cold sweat dripped down Bob's forehead. His fingers trembled as he reached for the door-knob.