If they don't appreciate you, they don't deserve you.

Did we over-react?

Webby's P.O.V.

I went back to the dining room. We hadn't been able to find 'Loyal.' I was shocked at the scene in front of me, I figured everyone would be calmed down by now. Della, Donald, Granny, and Dad were all still arguing, with Huey in the middle trying to calm things down. I was about to run over there and help when I spotted Dewey. He was on the floor, panic written on his face. He was yelling but I couldn't hear over the arguing. I figured it'd be better if I stopped the argument and then checked on Dewey, so I might be able to hear him. 

"Stop!" I screamed. Dad and Granny quieted, but Della and Donald were still yelling at each other. Della was screaming that Louie was betraying them, working for Magica, and being irresponsible. I couldn't hear everything that Donald was saying, but he seemed adamant that his was not Louie's fault and just a misunderstanding. 

All of the sudden Della screamed, "He's just like Evan! Causing problems for the fun of it! Ruining this family, whether he knows or not!" Everyone went silent. I looked at Huey, but he looked just as confused as me. Who's Evan? 

"You're a terrible mother." Donald spat. Della froze, as if just now realising what she had been saying. A long silence followed. Huey opened his mouth to speak but nothing came out. Della sniffled and began sobbing. Donald started to cry too, but silently. I looked down. Were we over-reacting? 

"Will one of you come over here and help!" I heard Dewey wail. Everyone turned to look at him. He was crying and covered in blood. Huey and Donald ran over to him first. When I had first seen him he was sitting on the floor screaming something I couldn't make out. Now he was standing, blood dripping from his blue shirt and staining his feathers. I started running to him as well. Donald was hugging him asking over and over if he was alright. Dewey pushed him away. 

"I'm fine! It's Louie who got hurt!" He yelled, voice wavering. I could tell he was holding back more tears. Huey was the first to register what Dewey said. 

He whispered, "Where?" and Dewey pointed behind him. Dewey was starting to sob again, and fell onto his uncle, who immediately wrapped him in a hug. I looked past Dewey and Donald and stared at Huey, who was on his knees quietly sobbing and panicking. 

Huey's P.O.V.

I fell to my knees, staring at my little brother. He was laying limp, his face stained with blood. I grabbed a napkin and a glass of water from the dining room table. I dipped the napkin in the water, and began cleaning the blood of Louie's face. My hands were shaking. I was trying to keep my cool, but my brother got hurt and I didn't even notice.

I had cleaned up quite a bit of blood when I realised that Webby was standing next to me, staring in horror. I grabbed her hand and she looked at me. Tears filling her eyes. I looked back at Louie and noticed something under the blood. Scratch marks. Webby started whispering something over and over as if she couldn't seem to understand her own words. 

"The spell Lena cast." she repeated again, just loud enough for me to hear. Lena cast this spell on Louie? Why? We don't even know if he did anything yet! 

I dropped the napkin in the cup of water, after I finished wiping Louie's face. Webby wrapped her arms around me, knowing I just needed to sob my heart out. So I did. I broke down, and she did too. We both sat there, next to Louie, wailing. Dewey sat with Donald they were both crying too. And so was Mom, not even knowing the terrible condition her youngest child was in. I barely heard the footsteps coming into the dining room. I looked up, Lena and Violet were standing in the entry way to the dining room, confused and shocked looks on their faces. 

Violet pulled Lena towards us. Lena's eyes widened. 

"Shi-

*Yeah I know another short chapter sorry. Don't worry I'll make up for it by probably not updating for another month lol.  Or maybe I'll update it in a few hours idk.*