If Looks Could Kill (Sideshow Bob Fanfiction)

Chapter Fifty-Eight

Author's Note:

Possible trigger warning for this chapter.

Enjoy!

Chapter 58

"Okay, off you go. Enjoy the rest of your day," Bob opened the door for the flow of leaving students. He had just finished his second to last class, and so far, the day had run smoothly. Even so, Bob couldn't untangle the tight knot of foreboding in his stomach.

Bob looked at his watch and grinned; it was his lunch break, and his next class wasn't until 2 pm. He had a whole two hours to himself, much more delighting than his hour that he usually had. Pocketing his phone from his desk, Bob exited his classroom and made his way towards the staff-room. 

It was on his way down those stairs that he was met by Brian, who seemed relieved to see him. Contrary to habit, it was Brian who first spoke, greeting Bob with,

"Ah! Good to see you, Robert! Terribly sorry to have to spring this on you whilst you're on your lunch break, but there is a woman here to see you. She says it is an personal emergency. I believe she's waiting in Meeting Room 3."

"Oh! I see! Well, I guess I must be on my way! I do hope that you have a pleasant day! Goodbye, Brian!" Bob replied, surprised. Masking his disappointment at the tarnishing of his two-hour lunch break, Bob walked calmly down the stairs, past the staff-room and to Meeting Room 3.

Bob knocked and then entered, slightly taken-aback to see Franchesca standing at the opposite end of the room. Upon setting eyes on her, Bob couldn't help but recall the terrible events of yesterday. Feeling his last nerve strain, Bob grimaced; it was close to a smile as Bob could manage.

"Hello, Roberto..."

"Good afternoon, darl- Franchesca." Bob caught himself, attempting to create a formal atmosphere. After all, he wasn't exactly best-pleased with Franchesca's actions.

"Oh, Roberto, I'm-a so sorry!" Franchesca sighed.

Bob spent a few silent moments glaring at her before answering coldly,

"I don't think you realise just what you did."

Franchesca bit her lip like a naughty child, glancing at the floor, and then back at Bob.

"You not only attempted to break Caitlyn and I apart, but you also nearly killed Caitlyn, and my unborn son," he continued.

"Oh-a, and you care so much about that baby, Roberto!" Franchesca snapped, "You care so much about Caitlyn too!"

"How dare you imply that I don't! Of bloody course I do! That unborn baby is my SON, and Caitlyn is my partner!" Bob retorted, gesturing angrily.

"No, Roberto!! GINO was your son! I am your partner! Don't-a you see, Roberto? Don't you see?!" She cried furiously.

Bob stood, his hands trembling fists at his side.

"No, Franchesca. You are not my partner. You were my wife...But you are not anymore. And Gino is my son. He will always be my son. But...that boy is also my son. I love Caitlyn. And my other son," he replied through gritted teeth, biting back rage.

"You love Gino so much that you went and-a replaced him," Franchesca snarled.

"I did not replace him! I didn't!" Bob shouted.

"Then-a why have another child?" Franchesca asked, smirking.

"I DON'T WANT ANOTHER SON! I DON'T WANT THAT CHILD!!" Bob erupted, his arms waving in rage.