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"I have to concur with the findings of the doctor who examined Mother initially. She will die within the coming months." Lisa said this with a tone devoid of any emotion. Lynn said nothing for a moment. He just looked at the numerous Doctorates and accolades that decorated his daughter's office at Michigan's top research institute. Anyone who knew anything about Lisa Loud knew the small woman had the greatest mind in the world. And anyone who knew Lisa Loud could gleam that she was lying when she said she couldn't save her mother. Lynn had to wonder if Lisa even cared about her mother. But of course, she didn't. None of them did.

But he knew Lisa was the best chance of helping Rita with her cancer. Rita would not die. She could not. Lynn took a deep breath, "If it's a question of money_" before he could finish, his daughter shook her head. "Father, it is not a question of you possessing a certain amount of capital. It is merely a fact that the stage of Mother's breast cancer has progressed to the point where treatment would be an exercise in futility." Lynn shook his head refusing to believe Lisa's lies. He already heard this same message before. It sounded more ridiculous coming from Lisa's mouth than the Doctor that told Rita and him she was dying. Lisa was a genius despite being insane like the rest of her siblings; She should know how to heal her mother. It is mind-boggling that after these years, his children could still find ways to disappoint him. He resorted to contacting Lisa for the first time in years since she's joined her her siblings' insanity because he knew if anyone could help his wife, it was their second youngest. After all this time, she still desires to hurt them. "I could go to the police." Lynn whispered. Then more confidently and loudly, "I will go to the police and let them know everything you and your siblings have done. You're a fucking genius. You won a Nobel prize when you were four. Don't tell me there's nothing you could do." At the end of his rant, Lynn was screaming and shaking.

Lisa's expression was stoic.

"There are limits to even my abilities. If there was a way to treat Mother effectively, I would not hesitate in attempting it. There is not."

Lisa was lying. Lynn knew this. But for the love of God, he couldn't see why. Why did she want to hurt Rita and him? Why did she hate them? What unforgivable crime did he and Rita commit? He asked himself these questions in regards to his kids a lot. He still found no answer. He and Rita adored their children when they were growing up. They gave them almost whatever their children needed to pursue their dreams, they showed their children nothing but love. How could the people he and Rita brought up become such monsters?

Lynn took out his phone and dialed 9-1.1. And held his index finger over the call button.

"I'll do it, Lisa, don't test me, little girl, A couple of words and the whole world will know what freaks you and siblings are! Incest is a felony. Your life will be over. No one wants anything to do with a person who fucks her brother."

Lynn knew Lisa could help Rita. Lisa should be able to. She has to.

Lisa got up from her desk exposing her heavily pregnant stomach and walked up to Lynn. Her small frame insinuated her condition. Lynn felt a mixture of sorrow and disgust whenever he saw his daughter's condition. Another reminder of his children's depravity.

"Father, you have always proven to be an exceptionally admirable man. I think there is a greater chance of the theory of evolution to be debunked than for you to hurt your progeny intentionally." she hugged him and whispered, "I love you and I'm so sorry," her tone was laced with sorrow. Lynn could almost believe it was sincere. Almost. Lynn could not find the strength to pull away from her though. When she let him go he just walked out and just sat in Vanzilla. The thing he had once been eager to leave his son. He looked at his phone and turned it off. Lynn could not bring himself to follow through with his threat. Despite everything, he did not wish to see his children go to prison, where they may be raped or killed. The thought of Leni, in particular, being alone in such an environment, was Unfathomable to him. Leni wouldn't even know where she was at if she was sent to prison. He was angry at his children. He would never forgive them. He, to a degree, would even say he hated them. But, he could not bring himself to hurt them. Even when he discovered Lincoln's texts towards his older sisters that exposed years of incest of having gone on in his house Lynn's first reaction was to try get them all help. He and Rita would have pay for the therapy they'd need to get over their affliction. Their children refused. Lincoln even left the House. His younger sisters eventually sought him out and rather than being disgusted or attempting to talk sense into their siblings joined the madness. First it was Lucy. She ran off a couple months after Lincoln. She left a letter saying she was pregnant with Lincoln's child. That was the moment Lynn saw his son less of a victim and as sick as his older sisters Lana and Lola left at At the same time. Then Lisa. And finally Lily.

It had become clear none of them would ever admit what they were doing was wrong. That they could never see what they were doing was wrong. He would not destroy them.

But he had given up on trying to save them.

The four and half months since visiting Lisa were spent with great trepidation. Lynn made it a point to visit the Hospital that housed Rita everyday. It was hard to see her deteriorate, and not be able to do anything to stop it. It hurt. But at the very least he could be there for her. Normally while approaching the hospital he'd be too deep in thought in what he would say to Rita to take much note of surrounding. But, it was hard even for him not to note a white-haired young looking man with a shirt that said "Ace Savy is god", in a crowd of brunette and blond women next to large van with the messages of "Loud and proud" painted on its side.

They should know better than to be here. But of course, they didn't. He shot a glare toward's Lisa's way as he approached them. It took days of pleading from Lynn for Rita to even agree to be examined by Lisa and Rita made perfectly clear she wanted nothing to do with the rest of their children. He made Lisa swear not to tell her siblings. She lied to him. Though not surprising, he was still enraged at another betrayal by his blood. "Leave." was the first word Lynn spoke to them. It was the first word he said to most of them in years. Lynn thought it was the right one to use. Lincoln was the first one to respond. His son physically towered over Lynn in height, but he looked at Lynn as if he was some bear hellbent on eating eating white-haired idiots. "Dad, Lisa told us about how mom doesn't have a lot of time left. We don't want any trouble, we just want to be here for her and you."

Lynn could not help but laugh about the absurdity of his son's proclamation, "Rita should be able to spend her last days in peace. Not surrounded by, perverts, who've all broken her heart. She hates all of you." That was a lie. Rita, unlike Lynn, could not bring herself to hate their children. But, he knew their presence would hurt her.

Lori took a step forward. She was a beautiful woman. Lynn wondered how such a pretty face could hold such a wicked heart.

"Dad, I know you're angry at us, but we don't want our last interaction with us literally fighting. We are literally family, and we should be there for each other. Don't you want peace?"

Lynn never beat his children. He was raised by two old fashioned hippies who hated corporal punishment, who preached that love was the way to raise a child. He tried to treat his children with the same level of empathy his parents showed him when he messed up growing up. He never spanked his children, never sent them to bed without dinner, he was even hesitant to ground them unless absolutely necessary. At the moment, he was sorely tempted to crack his oldest daughter's skull with his bare hands. Lori was the one who started all this nonsense, and now she's demanding her parents to forget all the stuff their children have done. Demanding Lynn and Rita to continue to ignore what they are still doing. Lori had the nerve to lecture him about familial obligation. The woman who molested her brother was lecturing the man who spent a good number years slaving at a job he hated just to help put food on the table. He clenched his fists, and took a deep breath in hopes of calming himself. He lowered his voice to be a whisper, "I didn't want my teenage daughter to rape my eleven-year-old son. I didn't want my children to follow her example and proceed to make some insane Incestuous sex cult. I've never got what I wanted from any of you. Do you know what I want now? For you to leave us alone. Rita and I were doing perfectly fine without you all this time. We don't need you now. We regret having had any of you, freaks! If I could go back in time, I'd gladly crush my testicles before any of you were conceived. The pain of destroying my balls would be a small price to pay to spare your mother the pain you've caused her by destroying her heart."

Lynn was out of breath by the end of his tirade. His children's faces were masks of shock, horror, and sadness. Of course, they'd honestly expect him to say yes to Lori's ludicrous question. How foolish he was to expect them to be logical.

"Just go. You've done enough harm" he pleaded.

They finally got the message and left.

Good. Lynn and Rita did not need them.

They didn't need anyone. They had each other.

When he walked into the Hospital room that housed Rita and saw his wife, he tried putting on a smile. Rita had lost so much weight in the last months. She had been a fuller than average woman when he met her and retained her thick figure throughout most of their life together. Now she was practically skin and bones, and was even paler than Lucy.

"Oi Luv, pity a poor ugly bloke with a word?" Lynn said in the faux British accent that helped win Rita over.

Rita weakly smiled in response. "That's such a sweet a little lie, Lynn."

Lynn scoffed, "It's no more a lie than saying the sky is blue. It's not a little lie. It's a great big truth!"

Rita laughed lightly.

"How did I get so lucky to have such a caring partner?"

Lynn went by her bedside and shrugged. "It's not a hard to ponder out; by being kind, funny, smart, and beautiful. If you didn't have any of that, I'd probably have left you years ago."

Rita smiled again. " I'm sorry I'm not as lively today as I usually am." She was dying, and even at this stage, she was still trying to spare his feelings.

"I'm just a little bit tired. Give me a couple minutes to have a nap, I'll be good as your Cheese bits" She raised her hand to Lynn, and he grasped it gently. "I love you so much, Lynn Loud."

Lynn had tears in his eyes. "I love you too. Thank you for being you. Thank you for over three decades of bliss. Please get some rest. I'll be here when you wake up."

Rita smiled, closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep.

She would never wake up.

Lynn stared at the United Airlines website. Tonight he had planned to book a flight to Brighton. He craned his over to look at the urn that held his wife. The urn sat on a shelf in his and Rita's bedroom. Soon, he'd take her and spread her ashes over the to the beach he proposed to her. It would be her final send-off. He promised himself and her he would do this a couple of weeks after her death. It had already been six months. He needed to book a flight tonight. He's pushed back the date for having to do this for far too long already. Every night he'd say he'd book a flight tomorrow and he would never do it. The sooner he did this, the sooner he could get on with his life—without Rita. When he turned back to the Ipad's screen, he turned the thing off. He and Rita would go to Brighton again. He'd be sure to book a flight tomorrow. He turned him towards the clock on his night stand. It was 7:00 pm. and the house was quiet.

Where once laughter, crying, screaming, and even explosions filled the house, now only silence occupied it. He should sell the house. He knew he didn't need all the space in it. There were a lot of bad memories in it. He could start over have a new beginning.

He could not bring himself to do it, however. This was his home. It was apart of him. Besides, he was happy enough. His restaurant was thriving. He loved his work, and Lynn had to be there to keep it afloat. There can't be Lynn's table without Lynn at the restaurant. He shut his eyes and tried to silence all the niggling thoughts that plagued him every night. He was still awake when he heard someone knock on the door.

When he went to see who it was. He looked at the peephole and saw it was two policemen interrupting his not really successful attempts at sleep. One was a was a tall ginger, the other was a short black guy. He asked them to show some ID before opening the door to be on the safe side.

"Is there something I could help you with officers?" Lynn asked

"Sir, are you Lynn Loud?"

Lynn nodded, "That's the name my mother gave me."

"I'm officer Brandy." said the short one pointing to himself, "I'm officer Brody," the tall one said, "Do You mind if we take this conversation inside the house. We have some news you need to know about."

Lynn did not think this request had good omens, but he nonetheless invited them in.

"So, what's the big news?"

"Sir, we have to regretfully inform you that your son and daughters have passed away."

Lynn said nothing for a minute. He was angry at his children, but they were still his children. They can't all be dead. They shouldn't be dead.

"How?" he whispered

Brandy responded, "Far as we can tell they were on their way to a Spa when they collided with a car on the highway. The driver was intoxicated and unfortunately swerved into the van they were in."

Lynn numbly nodded. "Sir, I know this a massive thing to unload on you after getting such terrible news, but most of your daughters' children need a place to stay. Do you think you'd be able to accommodate them? At least until perhaps social-services could get a clearer picture of the situation?"

Lynn did not know what to say to that. If he took these kids in there was a chance he'd be stuck with them for years. He hadn't seen any of His grandchildren in the years ever Since he discovered their true paternity. Despite being disappointed that his teenage daughters got pregnant so young, he adored his new Role as Grandpa. When the truth finally came out, he cut ties with them completely, and couldn't even think of them without getting sick. They were the living symbol of His children's depravity. He could tell these officers no, and that would be the end of it. He had plenty of reasons to. He was old. He'd be doing it alone. Even when he was a younger man with a strong, practical partner, like Rita raising over ten kids was taxing. He was not legally required to do anything. It'd be incredibly expensive to take them in even it was just temporary. It'd cost a hefty penny just to feed all those mouths. They'd remind of all his failures as a parent. He had every reason to say no. He only had one reason to say yes. They were his blood.

"I'll take them."

A/N

There's a fascinating Drawing from the writer Trillhouse where an old Lynn is surrounded by the sin kids. I just loved the look on Lynn's face. So dissatisfied. So angry at his family's predicament, I couldn't help but think of stories that could place an angry, bitter, Lynn in a situation where he actually(reluctantly) to be around them.