Long Live the Evil Triplet

Chapter 16 - A Million Reasons

Dewey was starting to believe that Luis was never coming back. He felt that he could escape if he wanted too, but the threat Luis made about the gun kept him from that. Not only that, but he was getting flashbacks just like Huey if not at the same time he did.

Dewey saw what Huey had in the flashbacks.

Was it a freaky triplet thing?

Dewey thought it had been nightmares. But now that he knew they weren't, and that he and Huey had been having these flashbacks at the same time, and not knowing it...

Dewey shivered.

He had made it to the one cot bed that was set up near the fire stove which Luis had neglected to turn up a bit. He only hoped that the cabin wouldn't blow up as he put the stove on high, considering Dewey knew nothing about wood stove furnaces.

Was this where Luis had been those three whole weeks that he went missing?

After jumping off the boat when they were five Donald went frantic searching for him in the waters. Not wanting to believe he drowned, Donald took off every night to go and look for anywhere that Luis would have washed up on shore.

He'd leaved Huey and Dewey with a babysitter so often that they assumed that Huey and Dewey was twins, not triplets.

Later;

When Uncle Donald got home late in the morning from searching all night, he'd find the eldest two cuddled up together in the same bed. Huey still away while Dewey was sound asleep. Huey tried keeping it all together for Dewey's sake, even after Dewey had stopped whimpering and muttering in his sleep before finally settling down, Huey couldn't fall asleep and had developed insomnia over the years.

Dewey knew he kept a bottle of sleeping pills inside his drawer in their desk for that very reason. He watched Huey steal them from their Uncle Donald's medicine cabinet when he thought no one was looking.

Huey kept his condition a secret from everyone, only Dewey knew, and what was going on with Huey. Dewey felt guilty about keeping Huey up at night, his reasoning for his insomnia. Huey assured Dewey though that it wasn't all his fault, that Luis was partly to blame, that didn't help with Dewey's guilt.

He'd hide the guilt by getting into trouble, mostly on purpose, to help ease the knot in his stomach. Getting into trouble helped the pain some, but the guilt always came back and with that so did Dewey getting into trouble.

Now, Dewey was in trouble again, this time though it wasn't because of him feeling guilty. Now, it was because Dewey was stupid.

Stupid to believe his feelings for Webby wouldn't cause a rift between him and, and, Louie. Luis?

Which one of them was it that truly had feelings for her?

UGH.

This split personality disorder was getting on his last nerve. He had to do something for Louie to come back to them, once, and for all. Dewey looked around and spotted something he hadn't before and suddenly an idea started to form in his head, he smiled as he reached for it.

Bit careless of Luis to leave something like this lying around.

He'll show Luis.

Dewey wasn't going to take crap from him anymore!

"Man." Huey said, as he stared down at the small lump in the middle of the woods. It was a small girl duckling, around Webby's age. "That big creature was this, little girl?" He asked.

The rain had let up just a bit and the girl groaned, rolled over on her side, and hugged her knees up close to her chest. She was alive, but barely.