NOTE: This is a one shot, and if you're a Debra fan, then I don't recommend you read it. If you want to read it, fine, but don't complain if you're a Debra fan. I warned you.


Ray had just walked in from a hard day's work. He was really tired and just wanted to relax. Writing wasn't as easy as it looked.

"It's about time you got home," came his wife, Debra's voice.

She was laying on the couch, reading a magazine.

"Hey, buttercup," Ray smiled at her, causing her to roll her eyes.

"I've been stuck with three screaming kids all day, and haven't had a moment to myself."

"Uh, Deb, the kids have been in school all day. And why are you complaining that I'm late? I got off early today. It's 2:15."

Debra just rolled her eyes. "Idiot."

"Alright, that's it."

Ray threw his jacket down on the couch. After being married four thirteen years, he had enough of her bullshit.

"You know, Deb, I'm getting sick and tired of the way you treat me."

"How do I treat you?"

"Well, let's see..." Ray said sarcastically, putting a finger to his chin. He had dealt with Debra's abuse long enough and he wasn't going to take it anymore.

"Well, spit it out!"

"First, you call me an idiot, you hit me when you're mad, you complain that you've been taking care of the kids all day when they're at school, my family hasn't come over as much because I told them that we were tired of them barging in on us all the time. I even got off work early today! And I find you lazing out on the couch!"

"You're one to talk about being lazy!"

"The only time I'm ever lazy is when it's my day off. I go to the office all day, and I just want to relax some. And it just kills you that I love my job, even though it's not as easy as it looks. You can't stand to see me happy. You're just like Robert!"

Debra gave Ray one of her usual dark looks.

"And don't act like that scares me anymore, because it doesn't! We're through! I'm taking the kids and I'm moving as far away as I can from his hell hole!"

"You're taking the kids?"

"You bet your tight ass I am. I'm a better father than you are a mother. When I thought Ally was being bullied, who worried about her? Me! Whenever the kids have a problem, you pretend to be interested, but you're not."

Ray stormed upstairs and started to pack the things that he would need, and some extra clothes for the kids. It was about time he stood up to that ungrateful harpy downstairs. At least Robert lucked out. He got a caring girl in Amy, who would never treat him like dirt.


Ray picked up the kids from school, and they all hopped into the backseat of the car.

"Hi, Dad!" they all said in unison.

Ray smiled at them. "Hey, kids. Listen, I need to tell you something. I did it. We're moving away just us. She's not coming."

Ally's face brightened. "Do you mean it?"

"I do."

All the kids started to cheer.


It had been two weeks since Ray and the kids moved away, and Debra stood in the kitchen, complaining. All of the furniture was gone. She had tried getting a job, but they fired her after one day just like they did that one time many years ago because all she did was complain.

Debra started to shriek in rage when all of the sudden, all the power in the house went off.

FIN