Long Live the Evil Triplet

Chapter 6 - A Startling Discovery

Webby flopped on her bed and started crying silently.

Stupid Louie.

Why did he have to go and kiss her?

Why now?

When she was so sure that Dewey was going to confess his love for her?

She didn't understand.

But she wanted too.

Webby slowly stopped crying and took out her phone.

She couldn't get the horrified and shocked look on Dewey's face out of her mind. Couldn't forget the feeling of Louie's bill against hers...

Maybe she could try texting Dewey?

She stared at her phone for a long time before she typed;

Dewey, please, let's talk about this.

She waited, and waited. But Dewey didn't reply.

UGH!

She rolled over on her back, grabbed her pillow and screamed into it.

When Webby was done she pulled the pillow away from her face and looked at the last text Dewey sent. He warned her to watch out for Louie, that he'd explain later.

But why?

What was wrong with Louie?

She suddenly sat up when she noticed the blocked message she didn't recall seeing or even sending on her phone.

How did that get there?

She tapped it to try and open it, but it wouldn't let her.

A sudden thought occurred to her that sent a shiver down her spine.

Could Louie have...

She shooked herself.

No. He couldn't. He wouldn't.

But the more she thought about it, the more it made sense.

Louie hacked into her phone and sent some sort of message to Dewey pretending to be her. It had to have been Louie because she was the only one she was with all day and have left her phone with.

Did, Did he plan all this?

Did Louie somehow want to cause this rift between her and Dewey?

Why?

Webby sighed deeply and closed the blocked message and stared at the photo of her and Dewey in the background and rubbed her thumb slightly over the screen as she felt tears start to swell in her eyes again.

She didn't know what was going on but -.

Webby got up and walked over to the door to her bedroom and opened the door.

She was going to find out.

It didn't take Webby long with her night vision goggles to find her way around the mansion in the dark.

Her Granny had actually trained her around the mansion like this when she was old enough to walk. Webby thought it was more of a game that her Granny would play with her. But as she got older Granny told her it was more of a game turned survival training.

Webby tiptoed passed the boys room and paused. She didn't know if she should sneak in 'kidnap,' Dewey and force him to talk this out with her. But she knew that if she did that then it would just make things worse, not better.

She continued on, logic winning over longing and guilt, as she crept down the grand stair case and towards the door.

She glanced over into the family room and smiled.

Donald and his sister Della was snoring on the couch in the family room after being alone without each other for so long, they have spent every night together watching marathon after marathon of their old grown-up horror shows.

Little did those two know that Webby would hide in the vent that connect her room to most of the house. She knew the vent's like the back of her hand and would enjoy night after night of horror movies she probably wasn't suppose to watch until she was at least sixteen.

But Webby felt she was more mature for her again, more, suitable to prepare herself for what was to come with her teenage years then her Granny thought her to be.

Well,

Except for boys.

Webby silently groaned at the thought of the boys already in her life, and the mess she was already in.

Her Granny always told her not to grow up so fast. To just enjoy being young and carefree. But Webby already felt that she was rapidly skipping all those years and heading towards a place of no return.

She wondered if it was because of how she had been raised.

Alone in the mansion all those years, until the boys and Donald moved in.

It changed her life, and she wasn't about to loose that. Not over something as stupid as a kiss. Not over something that she couldn't possibly have known about.

Webby found herself standing in front of Donald houseboat.

Could she find out anything in here?

She wondered what the boys and Donald's life was like after Donald cut ties with Scrooge as she slowly stepped out onto the boat and it rocked a bit but Webby held her balance. She made her way through the threshold and looked around.

The kitchen was small as was the living room considering it was part of the kitchen. She took a step further inside where the line of photo's traveled along the wall of Huey, Dewey, Louie, and Donald, that made her smile when she saw how tiny the triplets had been.

They seemed happy in the pictures, but what was odd was that Webby didn't see any pictures of the triplets from the time they were born to ten-years-old, it was like time took a skip.

At least now, Webby had an idea on what to look for.

She walked through the kitchen and peered into what she assumed was Donald's small bedroom. She knew it was his because of the blue hammock. She's only seen it once, when they surprised Donald with a relaxing vaction, and that was before Della came back.

She walked through Donald's bedroom that connected to the boys old room. It was as small with just a closet and some dents in the floor where the bunk beds must have been. There was only one small round window and it was nailed shut.

That was weird for Webby.

Why would Donald nail the window shut?

She glanced towards the closet and noticed a lock that looked like it had been broken at some point. She walked over towards the closet and peered inside. Her heart skipped a beat when she saw iron chains laid in a pile in the middle of the closet.

She inched closer and saw that her night vision googles showed odd patches on the floor. She took them off and felt a string in front of her. She pulled it and the light came on and she had to force down a scream when she saw what those odd patches were.

Dried blood.

She backed out of the closet and ran off the house boat.

The recent horror movies she had seen suddenly became very, very real to her as her mind started to imagine what horrible things might have happened.

She quietly ran back into the mansion and into her room, shutting the door as quietly as she could. She stared at the closed door for a long time before she had that strange feeling she wasn't alone.

Webby swallowed hard as she slowly turned around just as the light flipped on and saw Louie sitting by her bed.

How'd he -?

"I woke up for a glass of water," Luis told her, "couldn't help but notice a light on in Donald's house boat." Luis explained as he walked slowly up to her. "Saw you running out of it as if your life depended on it. What happened? Did you see a ghost or something?"

Webby slowly took a step back with her eyes glued to Louie's as she  tried to find the handle of her bedroom door. Luis snickered at her and walked around behind her to block her way out.

"Nothing, it, it was nothing." Webby managed to choke out.

Webby froze as she felt Luis pull her close, her heart pounding hard against her chest.

Luis knew he could never silence Webby like he can his brother's. Not with brute force or emotions. Not when Webby could pound him into the ground if he even tried.

But there was something else he could silence her with.

"I was just worried, is all." Luis whispered. "No need to get so intense." He added as he nuzzled her neck.

Webby closed her eyes.

What was this?

What was happening, and why didn't she not want it to stop?

The next morning Luis woke up a bit cheerful. He stretched out on Webbby's bedroom floor before getting up.

He glanced over at Webby still sound asleep and smiling on her own bed.

Their late night make out session lasted a lot longer then anticipated. Luis was surprised that Webby hadn't tried to stop him. She was just as into it as he had been.

Afterwards Webby had made him a place on the floor and crawled into her own bed without a word about it other wise. Luis wasn't sure if she felt embarrassed, confused, or even more guilty by it. Either way, it had given Luis the opportunity to control her as well as his Huey and Dewey.

Luis was free of any interfering in what he had planned.

He quietly went  to Webby's door and slipped out of it.

"What are you doing?" Asked a voice from behind him.

Luis smiled before slowly turning to face Dewey who stared at him. His eyes red from crying, and he had bags under his eyes from not sleeping at all the night before.

"Oh, nothing." Luis told him as he walked passed him. He lifted a hand and patted Dewey on the cheek softly, making Dewey flinch. "Webby and I just had a sleepover is all." He snickered at the look on his face as he jammed his hands in his hoodie and walked away with his brother staring after him in disbelief.