Future Holds || Bob's Burgers

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Trigger warning for mentions of suicide and self harm

Bob

I can't stop thinking about how much of this is on me. This is my fault. I could have saved her.

I would've given my life for her. Amelia May Belcher, you are loved. And I'll do anything to keep you safe.

Sweetheart...I'm so sorry I didn't check on you soon enough. I'm so sorry I didn't push it and make you stay with me.

I'm so sorry you died alone. Though there is still a bit of hope, I can't get it out of my head.

Tina walks in and plops on the chair next to mine. "I don't know what to do anymore." She says with a broken gaze towards Amelia.

"I know." I reply.

"Why is this happening...God, what kind of world takes...takes a child away from her mother?!" Tina yells.

"I'm so sorry." I whisper sadly.

"She should have talked to me! I know what she's going through! I...I felt like this at her age! You-You know that!" Tina looks at me, searching for answers I don't have.

I do remember. Goddamn it, I do remember. I'd nearly forgotten all these years later, but it's come flooding back all at once.

Bob - Years Ago (Tina is fifteen)

It's just another day at the restaurant when the kids come home from school, seemingly fine.

"How was your day?" Linda asks.

"Good! Taco Tuesday is always good!" Gene muses.

"Not for me. I have to endure the aftermath of all those beans." Louise groans.

Tina hugs a textbook to her chest, not saying anything. "Tina, what about you?" Linda questions.

"Oh, what was the question?" Tina snaps out of her thoughts.

"I asked how school was today." Linda says.

"It was fine. S-Sorry. I just umm...it was fine." She stumbles over her words.

"Are you sure? You seem upset or something." I point out, slightly concerned.

"I'm fine." She replies a little too quickly. There's something going on here.

"Are you sure? Because-" I try to ask.

"I'm fine." She interjects. "I'm uhh...I'm going upstairs."

"I need your help with the-" Tina exits the restaurant in a hurry.

After closing, I go upstairs a little early while Linda and the kids finish cleaning up. I want to check on Tina.

"Knock knock." I say verbally, along with an actual physical knock. God, I'm such a dad.

"Teen, it's Dad." I try.