"Linnie, ya jackass! Can you move any slower? By the time we get out of here, the liquor store will be closing! Move it already!", Nora yelled as the pair floated towards the check-out aisle, Linnie pushing a cart of groceries full of food, and piles of sweets that Nora had claimed as for her, alongside a few cases of beer stored near the bottom. Linnie sighed as his fragile arms started to have trouble pushing the cart, grateful that they were near the checkout line, parking the cart behind an orange-haired woman finishing up with her purchase.
"Hey! Hurry the fuck up over there! Don't you see we got places to be! Don't you see all this shit in our cart?", Nora yelled at the woman, who rolled her eyes as her as she grabbed her receipt, "The fuck was that look for? Get back here and fight me like a woman!"
"Nora please..you're embarrassing me. A-and if you keep yelling, we'll get kicked out and us coming here would be pointless. I..well..I-I really don't think you'd like that, dear.'
"Ugh! Whatever! The bitch is gone anyways, now move your fatass up and get to putting the shit on the counter! Store closes in 30 minutes so I suggest you move those pathetic little ass arms of yours.", Nora snapped, leaning up against the conveyor belt and scrolling through her phone, as her husband took everything out of the cart and place them on the belt, the cashier scanning them as she looked over at the couple with pity in her eyes.
"Did you find everything ok, sir?"
"Uhm..y-yes. Everything was fine, thank you.", Linnie gave her a polite smile as he finished unloading the cart and paying for the food, before noticing a small, red bucking in front of the cashier, just below her sights of range.
"Alright, did you want to take any cash out?"
"Um..n-no thank you."
"Alright, and would you like to donate to our children's fund, sir? We're donating to help the hospitals fund and develop research so they can receive proper cancer treatments, and maybe one day, find a cure."
"O-Oh? Is that what this little red bucket here is for? Well then, yes, I'd like that very much."
"Linnie, are you fucking kidding me? You're blowing all of my money on that bullshit! Don't believe anything they fucking tell you! It's a stupid ass conspiracy to get loyal customers like me to spend more fucking money! Don't do it!"
Despite his wife angrily yelling at him, Linnie took out his wallet and dug around for some loose change, coming across a few 10 dollar bills in the brown pocket. He took them and dropped them in the red bucket before kneeling down, smiling gently at the child in the picture.
"There you go, dear. I hope you feel better soon. God bless you."
"Linnie, you're so fucking dumb. I swear, it's no wonder where Cosmo got his fucking brains from! You don't ever fucking listen to reason!"
"Ma'am, are you in line or are you with him?", the cashier snapped, getting annoyed with Nora as she rolled her eyes. Linnie blushed as he gathered the groceries in the bags, and watched the scene go down as Nora eyes the cashier irritably.
"The fuck do you think? You damn near lucky that I'm in a rush, or I would've beaten your ass for just looking at me the way that you are.", Nora yelled as she approached the cashier to rejoin her husband. Right before they left however, (and when Linnie had his back turned) Nora stuck her hand into the red bucket and stuffed Linnie's 10 dollar bills in her pocket, reaching back in to grab the remaining change that had rested underneath. She made sure Linnie had went home and wasn't suspecting her, before she took "her" loose change and took it towards the liquor store, finally having enough to buy the new brand of Vodka that had been released not too long ago.
"HEY! ONE OF YOU PASS ME THE DAMN REMOTE!", Nora snarled as she stared blankly at the screen. Linnie was busy putting Cosmo to sleep while Darren and Chelsea were hanging out in Darren's room, finishing their book reports since they didn't feel safe alone at the moment, "HEY! DOESN'T ANYONE HAVE ANY FUCKING EARS AROUND THE PLACE! PASS ME THE FUCKING REMOTE!"
"Goodnight dear, I love you. Mwah!", she heard Linnie say before he gently closed Cosmo's door, frowning at Nora, "What's wrong now?"
"The remote! Pass me the fucking remote! You know what, I wanna test something…Darren! Get your lazy ass down here right now!", Nora screaming, making Linnie jump as Darren climbed down the stairs, an apathetic but secretly fearful look on his face as he faced Nora.
"Yes?"
"Yes WHAT?"
"Yes ma'am?"
"Pass me the fucking remote"
Darren looked around the living room to find the remote, only to see it merely on the opposite couch cushion that Nora was lying on. Darren looked at his mother as if she were the dumbest person on Earth.
"Uh..you know the remotes right there, right? Can't you get it yourself?", Darren asked, receiving a sharp glare from Nora and a worried glance from Linnie.
"Did I fucking ask you that? I said get me the goddamn remote! I swear, you damn kids always disobey your mother!", Nora took another large swig of her vodka (Linnie had always wondered how she almost never gotten alcohol poisoning or ending up in the hospital from drinking all that. It impressed him but scared him at the same time.), "Well, are you going to do what I fucking ask you, or do I have to make you, Darren?"
"Mama, the remote is literally two inches away.."
"I DON'T GIVE A SHIT ABOUT HOW FAR IS IT! IF I FUCKING TELL YOU TO DO SOMETHING, YOU SHUT YOUR FUCKING BASTARD MOUTH AND DO IT!", Nora erupted into a furious roar as she threw her vodka bottle at Darren's direction, the glass spreading as it nearly landed on the TV, the clear liquid falling in drops against the wall, "Now, this is your last fucking chance. Give. Me. The. Fucking. Remote. You. Good. For. Nothing. Bastard."
"D-D-Darren honey please…j-just give her the remote..please….I-I", Linnie begged, his body shaking, worried for his son's safety. However, Darren ignored him, and looked back at his mother with an apathetic and no-nonsense look on his face.
"No. You interrupted my homework time to pass you something that you're too lazy to get yourself. I don't get how that's my emergency, Ma-"
Darren didn't even have a chance to finish his sentence as Nora suddenly straightened herself up, an snatched the remote from the opposite side of the couch. However, instead of using it to change the volume, she took the remote and thew it as hard as she could, smacking right above Darren's eye. He fell backwards and hit his head on the TV on the way down, Linnie rushing over to cradle his son and inspect the damages.
"Darren! A-Are you alright? O-oh dear, I-I think you're bleeding! O-Oh no..", Linnie whined as he held Darren, only for Nora to get more and more irritated as he lied down.
"LINNIE! Get out of my way! I'm trying to watch the goddamn TV! And bring me a beer, bitch, since SOMEONE wanted to ruin my vodka so FUCKING bad!", Nora screamed. Linnie didn't respond (or even look) at Nora despite her violent screams. Rather, he took his want and randomly poofed Chelsea and Cosmo to Aunt Daisy's while he poofed himself and Darren the hospital, brining him up to be examined by the doctors.
Linnie had ended up sleeping in the guest bed next to Darren's hospital bed. The doctor came in when Linnie and Darren had started to wake up, Linnie frowning sadly as he stood by Darren's side.
"How're you feeling? Any more bleeding?", Dr. Bluemist asked, taking a sharp eye on Darren's forehead, that had merely been bandaged up.
"Uhm..No I don't think so.", Darren winced as Dr. Bluemist took out the bandages, stinging sensations rushing through his head. Dr. Bluemist frowned to see that the wounds hadn't closed up in the slightly, marking it down on his clipboard.
"O-Oh dear..Doctor? I-Is my baby going to be ok?"
"Well yes..but I'm afraid he's going to need stitches. As a matter of fact, I needed to discuss insurance details with you as well before we can start with any procedure."
"W-Well um…w-we don't have any insurance."
"You don't. Well, do you know anyone that can pay for the procedure? The child's mother, perhaps?"
"Well, I-I well…I guess I could call my wife. She's normally in charge of all the financial responsibility here. Uh, get some rest Darren sweetie, and I'll call mommy.", Linnie went out into the hallway and took out his green cellphone, surprised to hear that he did manage to reach Nora. Her voice was still slurred as it sounded like she had just woken up.
"What Linnie?"
"Um..the doctor wants to have a word with you. We need to pay for Darren's medical bills.", Linnie squeaked, "Please?"
"Will it get me back in bed faster if I pay?"
"W-Well yes, whatever you'd like. Just please be fast so Darren can get his stitches?"
"Stitches! Are you fucking serious!", Nora screamed suddenly, Linnie having to pull the phone away from his ear, "Don't you realize how fucking expensive those are. The fuck did you do to him that gave him stitches. See, I should've left you ass a long time ago. I always knew you were a good for nothing, abusive son of a bitch."
"You know what, Nora.", Linnie brought his phone back to his ear, "I am not having this discussion with you. It'll be in and out, that's all I ask. Just pay the doctor and you can get home, and if you try to worm your way out of this (like you do everytime you have to take responsibility), I'm going to find a lawyer and I'm going to leave you."
"HA! Like you would, fucking pussy! And what about your brats that you claim to love so much?"
"They're coming with me, Nora. You don't love us anyways, so I don't understand why you're not gone."
"FINE maggot! But only because I still fucking need you around to go to the liquor store and make sure this place is clean!", Nora screamed as she poofed to the hospital, storming into Darren's room. Linnie waited for a few moments before he heard another loud explosion.
"$10,000 ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME? I DON'T HAVE THAT KIND OF GODDAMN MONEY, ANYMORE! YOU'RE ALL WRINGING MY POCKETS DRY!"
