Simpsons Porn Story: His True Colors Chapter 3

-1Maggie
carefully opened the door, as quiet as she could. She had heard Marge
leave for the shops a while ago. The house was quite empty and
silent, except for the sound of Maggies door creaking silently,
and something that could be identified as Santas Little Helper
rummaging in the kitchen.

Hello,
boy, Maggie said and dropped to her knees. Santas Little Helper
happily greeted her by drooling on her t-shirt and licking her face.
I actually missed you, Maggie whispered and scratched him
behind the ears.

Getting
to her feet, she looked at the door of the fridge. It looked much the
same as the last time she saw it. She opened the door and started
searching the contents of the fridge. She found a bar of chocolate
and sat down at the kitchen table, studying the expiration date. She
remembered being told about the time Homer had eaten a pack of old
baking soda on a dare. Homer she shook her head. She mustnt
think of her father now.

A
door slammed, and Maggie quickly jumped to her feet. Surely, she
couldnt be back so soon? She had barely be gone ten minutes!
The door opened and, to her relief, Bart entered the kitchen,
throwing his car keys on the kitchen counter and opening the fridge.

Hey,
sis, he greeted her and scratched Santas Little Helper on
the back. Nice too see you out of your room, for once, he said
and sat down in a chair. How do you survive up there? he asked
her and threw his feet up on the table.

I
come down when she isnt home, Maggie said and opened her
chocolate bar. And I manage to eat something once in a while. Its
getting harder, seeing she never ever leaves this stupid kitchen.

Really?
Bart sounded surprised.

Yeah,
really. She just sits here and cries all day.

She
never cries when Im home.

She
puts on a good face for you, Maggie said and rolled her eyes. She
thinks I dont hear her when Im up in my room. Like the walls
arent thin enough to hear everything. Bart grunted and took his
feet down. They sat in silence, until Maggie got up, preparing to
spend another week locked up in her room.

Maggie,
stay, Bart said. Youre not making anyone feel better by
sitting up in your room all day. Let alone yourself, he said and
looked at her.

I
can decide whats good for me myself, Maggie said and started to
leave.

Maggie,
its not only you who feels bad! Bart said. Maggie was
shocked by the sudden anger in his voice. There are other people
in this house as well! People who have feelings. Like you.

Bart-

Shut
up! Bart yelled. Its like youre the only one who matters,
thats what you think, right? You think mom never respects your
feelings, isnt that true?

She
doesnt, Maggie yelled back. She doesnt, ok?

That
is a lie, and you know it! Mom cares about you, she loves you more
than anything, anything, she would die for you! All she talks
about is you! You! You and your feelings!

Well-

Shut
UP! Bart yelled again. Did you ever think of the fact that you
are making all of us feel like crap? Lisa worries about you. She
calls every single minute to make sure youre all right! I
worry about you! I cant stand the fact that you sit up there all
alone, cooped up in your room! And mom- Maggie could see tears in
Barts eyes. He was struggling to keep his voice from cracking up.
Mom worries most of all. Why do you think she sits down here and
cries all day? Maggie was lost for words. She didnt want to
hear anymore. Maggie, look at me. Mom loves you. She already
thinks its her fault dad died. She doesnt need this. Maggie
wanted to smack Bart for telling her this.

You
dont think I constantly think about this? she said, finding it
hard to speak. Her throat was getting thick, and her sight blurred by
tears.

So
put and end to it! Bart said. Dont fight-

Its
not that easy, Bart!

Whats
so hard about it? Maggie didnt know what to answer. Mom
would forgive you like that- he snapped his fingers -if you
would just find it in your heart to forgive her. Maggie looked
down. Sobbing, she started to speak.

Maybe
I shouldnt have come home, she whispered.

Maggie,
Bart said. Maggie, dont say that. You know we wanted you to
come home. Maggie couldnt take this anymore. She started to cry
uncontrollably. She leaned her head on Barts shoulder, and he put
his arms around her. They stood there, rocking back and forth for a
while.

I
want my daddy, she sobbed and could feel Barts tears
making her hair wet. I want daddy! she whispered again and
cried even harder. For the first time since her father had died,
Maggie cried.