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It was a normal day in the Simpson family, Bart and Lisa were getting ready for school.
Bart, his catholic school and Lisa, her public school.
Bart had his suit on and did a prayer. But Bart asked something that enraged Homer, “How come you gave up on being saved, dad?”
“I am saved.”
Bart shook his head. “In a false church.”
“Bart!” Marge hollered while Homer screamed, “Why you little-” and started strangling Bart.
But this time was different, Homer didn't let go and Bart's choking noises ceased as his neck stiffened.
Homer suddenly let go when the boy's body was stiff. Lisa's eyes were widened in shock and Marge was crying.
Ned, hearing the commotion called the police.
Chief Wiggum looked at Bart, “He's dead, alright.”
Bart was covered in a blanket as an ambulance was called.
Homer was arrested and the Simpsons were questioned for child abuse. It was decided if Marge divorced Homer, she could keep the girls, otherwise they would end up in the system.
Marge, doing what she thought was best for the girls, divorced her now ex-husband, not wanting the girls in the system. They all had to attend mandatory family and individual therapy.
This included Abe since Marge was moving to protect her family from the rumors and decided to bring Homer's dad with them.
She cried at her son's funeral. 10 was way too young to die. The whole town knew which is what prompted her decision to move. The girls didn't deserve to be known as sisters of a dead kid who died by his father's hands.
How did she not see this coming? She always knew Homer strangled Bart, but figured he deserved it. But never had an inkling this wasn't normal. Was she a bad mother?
Little did she know the whole town was questioning themselves. Bart's teacher wondered how it could be missed. Just last week Bart had bruises on his neck. Why didn't she question it? Sure, Bart was a troublemaker, but why did she assume he just got in a fight? Now, there was no saving them boy.
His friends crying wondered why they didn't go to a teacher. They saw Homer strangling the boy. Milhouse looked at Bart in a casket, bruises around his neck and all, “I am sorry, Bart. I should've gone to a teacher.”
The police and judges wished they did something sooner. Sure, Bart was a trouble maker, but this was unacceptable.
The unspoken question that lingered in the air was, was Bart a troublemaker due to his home life or because he was a troubled boy? Too bad the boy could never answer again.