#clarisse eider

[janetbrown711]

Hate that I’m doin this one: ❝ for which f are you drinking? fuck, forget, or fun? ❞- The Witch and Huey

Warning: This fic shows a depiction of abuse and alcoholism. Such topics are triggering for many readers, so discretion is advised. 

Hazel was four months old, and Huey swore to Donald and Della that he’d be fine taking care of her on his own for the weekend. It had been five months since he had left Clarisse, and he was feeling much better, especially since Hazel had been mostly sleeping through the night by now. Huey could tell his mom and uncle were getting tired (they weren’t exactly young anymore). He decided to let them take the week off, and to go relax on a beach somewhere while cousins Fethry and Gladstone were both in town, while he stayed home and worked as much as he could from his home and take care of Hazel by himself. 

“Are you sure you can handle this?” Donald asked, putting a hand on his shoulder. 

“I’ll be fine Uncle Donald, I have everything under control now,” Huey gave him weak smile. 

“Be sure to call if you do need us though, we’ll just be 20 minutes away,” Della reminded before heading to the car. 

“Are you sure you can-”

“Yes, I’m sure. You and mom can have some quality cousin time with Fethry and Gladstone,” Huey laughed. Donald was going to say more but Della honked the car horn and he rushed to join. 

 The afternoon was okay, he managed to get a good amount of work done, and Hazel seemed plenty happy. Huey would set her in his lap as he worked and she would gawk at the computer and put her fist in her mouth and watch him as he typed, which she must’ve thought was very cool. 

However, as the sun set in the sky and the moon rose, an eerie quiet spread through the house as he prepared her for bed. Huey felt like he was being followed, and he kept turning, expecting to see someone, anyone, but he knew it was ridiculous because Donald and Della had left. He was alone.

However, a familiar voice spoke behind him that caused the feather’s on the back of his neck to rise.

“You know, I knew you’d always knew you’d be a failure without me, but this is a  whole other level,” It said. Huey tried to ignore it as he changed Hazel’s diaper.

“You really believe you’re strong on your own, maybe even brave, but look at you. So sad and pathetic really,” It mocked. 

“Shut up Clarisse,” Huey grit his teeth. 

“And so you admit it,” Clarisse’s voice sounded pleased with itself. “I’m still here Huey.”

“No, you’re not.” He said sharply, rebuttoning Hazel’s striped onesie. Clarisse laughed. 

“You really are a complete and utter moron. Always in denial, always trying to play the strongman. You need me, Huey, you know that.” Huey turned around and he could see her standing behind him. He knew she wasn’t real, she couldn’t be. 

“You aren’t actually here. Hazel would be crying if you were actually here; she’d know a monster when she smelled one,” Huey glared at her. She looked just as he remembered; soft curls framing her face, a golden halo of leaves and flowers on her head, her acrylic nails red as rubies and sharp enough to cut his skin, and that red dress she loved so much framing her body in a way that made her harder to resist her pleas. 

“I may not be here, but I am there,” She pointed to his forehead. “I’ll always be there, no matter what you do, I’ll always be there.” She smiled. 

“Leave me alone Clari, you’ve caused enough trouble,” he turned back to his infant daughter, who was starting to whine. 

“Have I? Last I recalled, you did this all yourself,” Clarisse follow him as he went to set Hazel down in her crib. 

“You do know it takes two, right?” He glared and turned the light off in her nursery. Clarisse laughed.

“I tried to warn you, but you didn’t listen. You refused to listen, like always,” She said. Huey ignored the ridiculous comment and went to the kitchen.

“Oooh, drinks. For which f are you drinking? Forget, fuck, or fun?” She grinned and began looking through the cabinets. 

“I’m not drinking Clarisse,” Huey pushed away the idea. 

“Oh come on, not even for old times sake?” She pouted and Huey made the mistake of glancing at her. Before she knew it, he had the bottle from the secret stash in his hand. 

“Dammit Clarisse, I’m not doing this. I swore never again,” He set it down on the counter and walked away. 

“Then why do you have a secret stash in the first place, hm? Seems like you’re setting yourself up for failure there,” She sat on the counter next to the booze. Unfortunately, she was right. How was she always right?! Huey had no response. 

Clarisse grinned. “You’re weak, I knew it. You’re dying for a drink. You miss it...” she paused. 

“You miss me.”

Huey didn’t move.

“You miss me every day. She has my eyes, you see it too. She’s the spitting image of her dear mother, and every time you look at her, you’re reminded of what you’ve lost. It twists the knife in your chest and it gets so painful you can hardly breathe.”

“Shut up Clarisse.”

“You worry constantly. You think she’ll be the spitting image of me as she ages. You fear that every time you look into your precious little daughter’s eyes, you’ll only see me.”

“Shut up Clarisse.”

“You need me, Huey. You keep lying to yourself, over and over, telling yourself it’s okay, that she’ll be fine and you’ll be fine and that everything will be fine. Well, wake up, dipshit. You’ll never make it without me. You. Need. Me.”

“I said shut up, Clarisse!!!” Huey threw a glass at her and it phased right through her, leaving her unphased. Then, she started laughing. 

“You’re so... emotional. It’s so pathetic, really. You’re so muscular and handsome, all of that hard work to come crashing down when someone pushes your buttons a little too hard,” She smiled wickedly. Huey’s fist shook with anger. 

“What the hell do you want from me?! Please, leave me and Hazel alone, I’m begging you,” Huey ignored her comment, tears now streaking down his face.

“Oh, Huey...” She smiled simply. Huey fell to his knees and began to sob, holding his sides. She set a hand on his shoulder, but he couldn’t feel a thing. 

“Huey, it’s like the song says. I am flame and I am fire/ I am destruction/ Decay and desire/ I’ll hurt you/ I’ll heal you,” She sang. 

“Come back. I’m waiting for you at my apartment. It’ll be just like old times. You can come home, we can have a few drinks, laugh, listen to the jazz on the radio, you can hold me close, I’d listen to your heartbeat and we’d sway...” She helped him up and they went into the soft and tender dancing position. Her voice was softer now, like a lullaby trying to lure him to sleep. Huey was so tired...

 “You could even leave Hazel if you want. What good is a baby anyway? All she does is cry and cry and tire and exhaust you. Without her, you’d be free once more. Wouldn’t that be nice?”

Huey stepped back. 

“N-no. That’s awful- I could never do that to her,” Huey stepped back. 

“Oh come on, don’t act like she isn’t a burden,” Clarisse rolled her eyes. 

“She isn’t. She’s a person. A small, and beautiful person who hasn’t done a single thing wrong or to hurt me, unlike some people,” He glared. Clarisse went quiet. 

“She’ll always remind you of me. No matter what you do, if you keep that thing around, I’ll never leave you. So long as she’s here, I’ll be here in the back of your mind, burning these words into your skull: You’ll never be good enough. You failed me. You failed yourself. And you’ll fail her too.”

Her words were poison, taking over his whole body and making it shut down as he absorbed it. He could hear Hazel crying, and he wanted nothing more than to go to her, but he couldn’t move a muscle. She had paralyzed him. 

“I have to go, Clarisse,” He closed his eyes. 

“Then go. Leave. I’ll be here, waiting. I’m very patient, I’m not going anywhere, I am dead after all.”

“Wh-what?” Her statement through him off.

"Well, not yet, but soon... maybe if you came...” she suggested, but quickly changed the subject like it was nothing. “Have you made your choice?”

Huey’s mind scrambled to comprehend what she meant. It didn’t take long, but he was internally pleading that wasn’t what she meant. Huey glanced around the room, his eyes landing on the photos on the kitchen wall; photos of him, his brothers, his mom, and Uncle Donald all happy and having a good time. He turned away from her, and took in a deep breath.

“Clarisse, I meant it when I said I was never coming back. I’m not... responsible for you or your happiness. I really hoped you would get help, but you ignored me and you abused me. I deserve better than you Clarisse, and Hazel does too. You’re a monster.”

Clarisse snarled. “You need me, Huey. You’re nothing without me.”

“No, I’m not Clarisse. I’m worth so much more than you ever thought or made me feel.”

“I’ll never leave you!” She cried out. “You’ll never be happy without me. I’ll haunt you ‘til the day you die! And that daughter of yours will always be a burden and a reminder of what shit I left behind for you to clean up.”

“No. She. Won’t.” He glared at her. “I love Hazel a thousand times more than I ever loved you, and she will be a million times better than you will have ever been because of that.”

Clarisse was silent. 

“Huey-”

“Burn in hell Clarisse. Go and haunt someone else. I don’t need you here,” He took another breath and turned around, but she was gone. The kitchen was empty. Huey’s attention immediately turned to Hazel’s cries and he ran into her nursery and picked her up. 

“I’m sorry Hazel, did I scare you?” He swayed her in his arms, wiping away her tears with his free arm. Slowly, the crying duckling relaxed in her father’s arms. Huey smiled tiredly down at his little girl and all the pain he felt disappeared. Clarisse was dead wrong about her. She was his pride and joy, and Huey was the luckiest duck alive to be the father of such a beautiful duckling. 

Hazel was nothing like Clarisse, and they’d both be plenty happy without her.

[gladstone-gunder]

❝Will you stop fucking interrogating me?❞ Clarisse and Huey

Warning:Depiction of an abusive relationship

Huey hadn’t been to this bar before. It was a drive away, and he got them lost several times before arriving, a fact Clarisse let him know repeatedly. It didn’t seem like any of their usual joints; there wasn’t loud music blaring from surround-sound speakers, the lighting wasn’t headache inducing like the clubs nor as almost pitch black as the bars Clarisse normally dragged him to. In contrast, this bar was—nice, honestly; a paragon of bars, Huey wanted to say. The music was faint, the lights were dim but visible, and a football game played silently on the tv.

“So, where’d you hear about this place, Clare?” He asked, unopened beer in his hand. She rolled her eyes with an annoyed laugh.

“Does it matter? The booze is good, try it.” She sighed when he didn’t do as she instructed. “I didn’t even wanna go to this dump, I’m here for you. The least you could do is actually drink.”

Huey shifted in his seat. “One of us needs to drive back home, Clare. And you shouldn’t call this place a dump.” Not to mention I didn’t even want to go out in the first place, he thought. “Do you want to go somewhere else? Because we can go somewhere else.”

“Oh my God, stop reading into things like that,” she raised her voice, “I just want you to have some fun already.”

“But, Clare, who’s going to drive us home?”

“Call a ride-share? They offer those now, genius.”

He knew there was no use; she was already drunk when they left. “Alright, alright, I’ll try the beer.” He popped it open and took a swig. To this day he never knew why he felt so pulled to the stuff, it tasted disgusting. He swallowed it with a grimace, before noticing Clarisse was watching the door.

“Babe, go to the bathroom.”

“Why?”

“Because your shirt’s a mess and you look constipated, now go.” He obliged, hurrying to the bathroom, while Clarisse smirked triumphantly.

She’d never admit to it, but she liked the adrenaline of a risky power play. She chose this bar because she knew his family lived closer to it than their other spots. His annoying little brother and annoying brother’s girlfriend were also out and about that night, she had spied them across the street. And she knew they’d seen her, along with the young man hunched over next to her. So she sent him to the bathroom. No way they could make a move now. She watched as they continued on, her satisfaction growing. She turned back as Huey made his way to the counter and sat down next her. She passed him his bottle.

“Hun, what was that about?”

“I told you what it was about.”

“Are you sure you don’t want to go home? I can’t seem to stop making you angry, and I don’t want to ruin the night-”

He was cut off by a slap as Clarisse grunted angrily. “Christ! Will you stop fucking interrogating me? I don’t want to go home, I want to have fun tonight! You don’t want to ruin that? Then stop being a little bitch and loosen up.” She turned to the bartender, who was about to pick up the phone. He looked at her suspiciously. “Two gimlets, please,” she chirped, “Grey Goose.” She cupped Huey’s face in her hands, and he fought the urge to flinch. “I’m going to the restroom myself, babe, tell me how the Gimlet tastes.” She kissed him on the beak and walked away, an opening the bartender gladly took.

“Sir, are you alright? D’ya need help?” Huey shook his head.

“It’s fine, she’s drunk is all. Hardly even hurts.” he paused. “So, Gimlets then?”

““Are ya sure you want more, man? You look like you’ve had enough.”

Huey looked up, confused. “Huh? I’ve only had a—” Suddenly, the world and time shifted at once. The bar was the same, the tender was the same, but...

Clarisse was gone. He was there alone. In flannel; she hated that flannel. He blinked, confused, as the Bartender called to his coworker and got out from behind the counter, helping Huey to his feet. “You have someone to pick you up?” The bartender asked, “because I can call you a ride if you don’t. But I’m not letting you have any more tonight.”

“No, I Don’t need a rideshare,” Huey said, panicked, ““my brother can pick me up, can I call my brother?”  “I’m not the boss of you, man, you can call whoever you want. I’ll keep an eye on you from inside, but you’re done for the night, pal.” And with that, the barkeep patted him on the shoulder and went back in.

Huey lurched forward; confused, scared, guilty. And sick. So sick. He stumbled to a trash can, throwing up, before fumbling for his phone. He couldn’t call Louie, he knew how that would end up. Blindly, he dialed the next number he could think of. “Deeweeeyy?” He slurred out, uncertain and nervous.

[janetbrown711]

"Stay with me tonight?" Huey and Clarisse

Huey had spent the day at the hotel with his brothers and Donald. They were a lot happier to see him than he would've assumed. He thought Dewey at least would've been a little bit angry at how he had treated him but both Dewey and Louie were overjoyed when they saw him walk in the room.

It felt nice.

Soon enough though the hours began to grow late and they decided they would leave some time within the next two days when they figured what the whole vehicle situation would be since Huey wasn't really in any state to drive so he couldn't ride with Donald or anyone else alone, and Webby had taken Louie's car when she left awhile ago.

Well either way, everyone was able to sleep except Huey. His sleep pattern had been out of whack for a long, long time since he had been out partying a lot til ungodly hours in the morning. Everyone was asleep, and he was itching for a drink.

Without even thinking he opened the door and started walking to a nearby bar.

It's just a quick drink, he thought. Nothing is going to happen.

Those were the words of a naive man.

He had just about made it when familiar heels clicked and ran toward him and someone turned him around.

"Huey! Thank god I found you!" Clarisse grabbed and hugged him. Ice ran through all of Huey's veins and he was completely paralyzed.

"I have been absolutely worried sick Hue! I thought your landlord might've kidnapped you- I've been checking all of our spots all night," she put a hand on his cheek. He didn't like that.

"Baby I was so worried. I just- i just don't know what i would do without you Hue. I-i..." she started to tear up but Huey remained ice cold.

"Huey? Baby, are you okay?" She looked up at him, her eyes already puffy from her tears yet her makeup somehow remained unruined. She waited for him to respond but interrupted him when he opened his mouth.

"Huey, let's go home," she grabbed his wrist, but he pulled away.

"Huey, don't argue with me. You put me through enough hell today," Clarisse's tone was sharp and reprimanding.

"Clarisse I'm tired," Huey stated.

"We can go home right now. I'll mix you your favorite and you can just go right to sleep," she smiled.

"No." He shot her down.

"No?" She stopped.

"Oh..." she grabbed his collar amd shoved him into the alleyway.

"I see how it is," she lifted his chin.

"Clari-"

"Huey shut up. I'm talking," she silenced him. She paced a bit before talking.

"Huey... i have worked so hard every damn day to please you. I have loved you like no one else. I have given you the world and all i ask you is if you'll stay the night with me again," she crossed her arms. Huey knew not to respond.

"Huey..." she started to cry again. This time he felt the urge to hug her but he fought it off.

"I-i... i know i haven't been perfect. I've made mistakes, b-but i can change! I-i can be anything you want me to be. Just say the words and I'll do it. J-just.. please don't leave me," she begged and pleaded. Huey say there, still frozen. He didn't focus on her words. Instead, he focused on the aching bruises he had and how they rubbed where she touched it. He focused on the pain. He focused hard.

"P-please Huey... i-i don't even know what we have anymore b-but I'm not ready to loose this," she fell onto her knees and sobbed. Huey's arm shot up to comfort her but he pulled it away.

"Clari-"

"Huey, if i loose you, i swear I'll... I'll kill myself!"

That damned line.

She would always say it when it got tough.

And it always worked.

He was the most responsible triplet after all...

"Clari..." he touched her shoulder and she leaned into him and cuddled closely. She cried, clutching her sides. She looked so sick and pale in the moonlight.

"Clarisse, this isn't healthy," Huey pushed her away.

"Don't act like I-i dont mean anything to you o-or you don't depend on me Huey. That's the whole reason you came back. You were hoping to find me," she got up and pointed.

"Clarisse, no," he stood up.

"Don't talk back to me," she sniffled as more tears flowed down her face.

"Clarisse, stop. You need help," he looked down at her.

"You know nothing about me!" She struck him across the face and he landed with a thud.

"Step away from my boy or so help me you won't live to see tomorrow," Huey heard the familiar voice of his mom. Clarisse looked at her in confusion, but not for long before Della punched her square in the jaw. She fell to the ground too. Della shook out her fist and helped Huey up and she helped him hobble out of there as quick as she could.

Huey could hear Clarisse crying on his way out.

"M-mom I-i..." Huey tried to explain himself but she shushed him.

"You don't need to explain anything to me. I got you. You'll be home soon enough," she stayed focused on being quick. Once they got to the hotel, she didn't necessarily try to be too quiet (the duck family is known for being quite heavy sleepers) as she got him ice and tissues for his bloody beak and red mark.

"How did you get here?" He asked.

"I'm staying in the next room. Once Donald texted me 'don't panic' and 'huey' i came here fast as I could. Don had texted me you were in the hotel but the moment I saw you weren't i went looking. Thank god I found you when I did," she rubbed her forehead.

"Yeah... I'm lucky to have a family that cares as much as you guys do heh..." he managed to crack a small smile.

"Hey," she looked at him softly, "In this family, family is everything. Don't forget that. We all love and care for you a lot. You aren't alone, okay?" She smiled crookedly.

"Yeah... you're right. Thanks mom."

"Anytime kiddo."

[janetbrown711]

‘ i think we’re done. ’ Huey Clarisse

After that incident, Huey was put under watch at all times. It wasn’t a threatening watch, he knew that. It was just a ‘don’t slip out of this hotel room and run into Her and get the crap beaten out of you again until your ma comes to save you’ kind of watch. And he was cool with that, he did deserve it. And it wasn’t like the watch was completely stupid. He would say he was going out for fresh air, but really he just wanted a drink. Donald would force one of his brothers to come along and he usually cancelled the going outside all together. 

It wasn’t like he wanted to see her. He just... He wanted to forget. 

The memories came to him constantly, sharp and painful. It haunted him and his every move. He so desperately tried to forget her, but she wouldn’t leave him. Sometimes he swore he saw her in the bathroom mirror. Other times it was out the window. Most times though, it was right behind him. 

He hated that.

He hated that so much.

He wanted to forget with the best way he knew. Drinking. 

But they didn’t let him. 

They said it wasn't healthy. Huey didn’t argue, staying submissive and quiet overall. He had stated to Clarisse he was done with it all, but now that she was gone... it felt different. But either way, his family  wasn’t letting him and there was no way around that.Guess he had to actually make the commitment now. 

A week and a half after the incident, it was time to head back to duckburg and far, far away from Clarisse. Not her memory, he was pretty sure that would always haunt him, but her ability to harm him.

At least... he hoped. 

It rained the whole trip over. 

The whole trip he rarely spoke. He could only think of her.

He was pretty sure Louie could tell because when he was thinking about her, he always brought something up that was somewhat distracting. He didn’t know how he knew, but Louie knew. 

The mansion felt musty and ancient. Perhaps it was just the rain or the fact that it had been forever ago since he had been home and in duckburg. Scrooge, Duckworth, and Beakly were all there to greet him. For whatever reason, Webby wasn’t. That was odd. Louie noticed and gave her a call but she told him to stay there with Huey so he did. 

Home sweet home.

“Do you want some tea?” Donald asked, though he had already poured two cups. Huey nodded.

“thanks,” he added. Donald smiled and handed him a mug and they all sat on the couch and began to watch something stupid on tv. It might have felt nice if there wasn’t this feeling of separation and distantness about him. It was like there was a wall between him and his family, and perhaps even himself. He had gone to the bathroom twice and just stared at himself in the mirror. It didn’t feel like it was him he was looking at. A strangers beaten face and eyes stared emptily back to him. 

He hated the person in the mirror. 

Mid sip of tea the door was knocked. Duckworth disappeared, but quickly reappeared. 

“There is someone at the door for Huey,” he stated flatly. Dewey and Louie shared a nod before standing.

“We’ll answer it,” Louie stated, glancing at Huey. He quickly felt uncomfortable, taking a long sip of the tea. 

Duckworth shrugged and went back to hovering in the corner and watching the TV. Louie quickly went out of the room and headed to the door.

“Can I help you?” Louie opened the door to face...

Her. 

“I’m looking for Huey Duck. I know he lives here,” Clarisse looked up at the brothers, realizing they looked very much a lot like him. 

“He’s busy but we would be thrilled to take a message,” Louie grinned cheekily. She frowned. 

“No thank you... I’d rather talk to him face to face,” she hugged her drenched coat closer to her. Her jaw was bruised and a bit swollen. Della really did have a good punch. 

“Listen here lady. You better leave now or else we’ll call the cops or sick our ghost butler on you,” Louie glared.

“No you listen here! I love Huey and I need to tell him something!” She huffed.

“You never loved him. Get the hell out of here. Now,” Louie seethed. 

“I am not leaving until I speak with Huey,” she stood her ground, clenching her fist. Louie stepped out of the mansion, forcing her to move back. 

“You will not be talking or seeing my brother ever again, got it?” He stated.

Clarisse examined him up and down for a long time before smirking a bit.

“You’re such a pretty boy. What a shame it is that I have to do this.”

Those were the words of Turaco.

“Do what-” he didn’t get to finish his question before she punched him in the face and he landed on the ground. She spat on him and stepped over him before she felt something grab her and hold her still as Dewey came running down the stairs, followed slowly by Huey who stayed by the stairs with Donald and Della by his side ready to fight if she tried anything.

“You,” Dewey glared. 

“Get your filthy hands off of me!” She shouted. 

“Louie!” Dewey saw Louie struggling to pick himself back up from off the ground in the rain and ran past Duckworth to help him.

“You people are mad men! Get your stupid demon man off of me this instant! I just need to talk to Huey!” She shouted, keeping her eyes closed and kicking her legs wildly. Her red rain coat was dripping water onto the tile and right through Demon-Ghost Duckworth. Huey took a step forward, but Della extended her arm to stop him, but he gave her a confident look and she hesitantly lowered her it. 

He walked down the stairs and went to her. 

“Clarisse,” He spoke dry and angrily. 

“Huey,” she opened her eyes and looked at him like a wounded animal, but he didn’t fall for that trick this time. 

“Clarisse, get out of my house and get away from my family, or else I will call the police,” He said. 

“Huey, I need to talk with you in private. I-i’ve been thinking ab-about what you said a-and I-”

“Clarisse, no. I’m done with you. You caused me and my family enough pain. We're done. Get out of here and never come back,” He looked her in the eyes. She clamped up after that, understanding he was serious. 

“Huey I-”

“Just. Go.” he pointed. Duckworth let her go and she landed on her knees on the ground. She sniffled, picking herself up before walking out of the door, but not before pausing and looking over her shoulder. 

“I did love you. And you will regret this.”

And then she left.

Just... disappeared. 

It was finally over...

Huey got swarmed with hugs from everyone around him. He started to tear up with relief and joy. Finally she was gone. 

Then again...

A part of him did have a feeling it was far from over. What did she mean by 'you will regret this' anyway? He sighed. He still had a lot to go through before he would be able to be okay again. But that was okay.

Today was a start.

He was going to be okay.

He was finally free.

[janetbrown711]

"I overheard what you said," Louie

Webby was at first able to walk slowly to her car, but her pace quickened. She wasn't quite sure why, but she was getting a bad feeling.

But it was gonna be fine. She was going to arrive and Huey would be packed, and fine, and everything would be great. It would just be a great circle of good feels and healing.

Still...

The gut feeling wouldn't leave her.

Then again, everything was making her feel "gut feelings" these days. So she brushed it off.

Soon enough, she arrived at the appartment complex and she got up to Huey's floor. She was about to knock, when she heard the handle click and she bottled down the hall and hid behind a fake plant.

Out emerged Huey, a bit spaced out and laughing.

A woman followed.

"Calm down Webby. Maybe he isn't hanging out with the abusive woman. Maybe he's with... someone else. Maybe that's his landlady," she thought to herself.

"Clarisse- you left your bag," he said as he rushed back into the room for a second before returning with a purse.

"My hero," she kissed him in the cheek where a giant red mark was. That wasn't there before.

Shoot.

So that was Clarisse.

"Don't flinch when I'm trying to kiss you. I'll never hurt you if I'm happy," she smiled up at him. Webby wished nothing more but the ability to punch her in her stupid little face.

Wait a minute! Maybe she could...

"Well c'mon Huey. Let's hit the town again," just as Webby was considering lunging at her, she grabbed Huey's arm and dragged him away quickly. Webby could've sworn Huey saw her. He looked so sad...

Before Webby could get up from the plant, she heard the elevator ding twice and just like that, the dreadful couple were gone.

Webby had failed her mission.

Huey was still with her.

He had been further abused because she had left him alone and vulnerable.

Webby was going to be sick.

.o0o.

Webby's mind raced as she drove back, thinking of what to possibly tell Dewey and Louie when she got a call from none other than Dewey himself.

"Don't you dare do this over phone Webby," she told herself, glancing at the screen in her car.

"Then again... hanging up would be risky. And so would not answering. Gah!" She pressed 'pick up', still not really knowing that was what she was doing.

"Hey! Webby! How's it going?" Dewey answered. Webby's mind went blank and she forgot all 30 languages she knew.

"U-uh i-i uhm... no habla English," she shouted before hanging up.

He would know something was wrong.

Well no duh. The real problem would be kf she got another call.

And she did.

What luck.

"Hello?" Webby greeted it first, hoping that would be better.

"Hey Webs. Its me. Are you okay?" It was Louie. Webby sighed a breath of relief.

"Louie, thank goodness you were the one who called," webby said.

"Why's that?" He chuckled a bit. Webby couldn't speak again.

"Webster, you okay?" He asked. She nodded, but quickly realized he couldn't see that.

"L-look i can't talk now. Bye!" She hung up again. She made a few turns and got the hotel but found herself unable to get out of the car. Quickly, she got out her phone and sent a quick text.

"Hey Huey! Just wanted to say i overheard what you said. Well... what you and Clarisse said. Please come home... I'm sorry."

Webby sent the text. She sat for awhile before curling her knees to her chest and sobbing.

It was her fault Huey was still with that absolutely heinous woman. It was her fault he was going to suffer for who knows how much longer. She should've been more concerned and tried harder, like Dewey said.

She had failed her mission, but more importantly, she failed Huey.

Her phone buzzed with another call but she ignored it. She felt awful. Absolutely terrible. She couldn't face them. Not yet. She held herself and cried.

.o0o.

Dewey was pacing the room while Louie kept calling Webby on repeat. He had been successful every other time, but now it was just sending him straight to voicemail. It made him nervous.

"She'll be back soon, i swear," Louie told his brother. Dewey ignored him and kept pacing.

"I just... i have a bad feeling about this," Dewey said.

"I know, i know," he sighed and tried calling Webby again. Straight to voicemail. She should've been back by now.

"Do you think-"

"No."

"...but he could-"

"No. He... he wouldn't. He's smart, he's Huey. He knows what's good for him," Louie said, his confidence clearly shaking.

"Abuse did things to him. He lost his sense," Dewey crossed his arms. Louie didn't argue.

There was a soft knock at the door and a tear stained and sick looking Webby opened the door. Louie and Dewey quickly rushed to her side and helped her sit down.

"Hey webs... wh-where... where is Huey?" Dewey asked. Webby shook her head.

"I-i tried t-to go a-as fa-ast I could. B-but h-h-he wasn't- sh-she... s-she," Webby choked on her words as Louie quickly wrapped her into a hug. She sobbed into his hoodie.

Dewey stood there, visible anger building up on his face. Louie shot him a look, shaking his head. Dewey glared back at him before swinging the door open and storming out.

Anger.

"Webby, it'll be okay. We'll get him back. Maybe it's just time we call in the big guns?" Louie stroked her head.

"Like who?" She mumbled, now done with her fit of uncontrollable sobs.

"I was thinking Donald," Louie suggested. Webby looked at him.

"A-are you sure he'll convince him?" She sniffled.

"If Huey will listen to anyone at all, it'll be Donald," Louie tucked her hair back. Webby nodded.

"God, I hope you're right," Webby hugged him once more.

"Me too Webs... me too."

[gladstone-gunder]

"You want to get wasted?" Huey and Clarisse

Warning: Depiction of an abusive relationship

“You want to get wasted?” Huey looked up from his textbook.

“Didn’t you just get back from the club?” He smiled tiredly, “Besides, I thought you said we could just stay in tonight? I have classes tomorrow—” he was cut off by Clarisse grabbing his collar and kissing him forcefully. She tasted like vodka, he noted with a reflexive frown, he hated the taste.

“I wanted to show you what you were missing, babe. You’ve been cooped up in here forever!”

“I stayed home for one day, Clarisse. I need to get my grades back up, and—”

“Christ, you’re such a bad liar,” Clarisse whined, shoving his book to the side and taking its place in front of Huey. “If you hate spending time with me that much, just say it.” Huey looked away, ashamed.

“But, I’m not lying, hun,” he quietly protested, “If I don’t get my grades back up, my family’s gonna get worried.” He whispered it, but she caught it, and the mood turned dour. She grabbed his face and forced him to look at her.

“God, I am so sick of hearing about them, babe,” she said, a sickly sweet smile failing to mask her anger. “If they were that worried, they’d come to see you themselves.” She ran her hands down his face, pressing with her nails ever so slightly. “The only one concerned with this school bullshit is you, and you’re only concerned about it so you don’t have to go out with me tonight. I’m not a fucking idiot, Hubert.”

Huey did his best not to flinch as her nails scratched under the feathers of his cheek. He knew there was no reasoning with her when she got like this. “You’re not an idiot, Clare,” he said, forcing a smile, “and I’ll head out with you, just give me a minute to finish this—” he stopped at her glare. “Ok, we’ll go now.”

[janetbrown711]

“Just because you don’t see the problem doesn’t mean something isn’t wrong.” Huey Dewey Louie webby

Huey woke up with a headache and his body aching from all over. He rubbed his forehead as he sat up to see if he could remember anything that happened the previous night, but he came up with no answers. He looked around his room and shuddered as he felt a chill go down his spine.

It had been two weeks since that terrible fever dream of Webby. It still lingered and haunted him, but he knew he really couldn't do anything about it. This was his life now.

She was his life now.

"Clari, have you seen my phone?" Huey asked upon not seeing it on his dresser as usual.

"It kept blowing up last night so I put it away so you could stay focused," she replied from the shower.

Right.

"Can I have it back?" He sheeped.

"After I look through who's been texting you," she said.

"But that won't be for awhile. You're going out today, right?" Huey got up and stretched.

"Yes, but if you love me, you'll manage," she said in her 'I'm just teasing' tone. Huey sighed and went out to the kitchen where he started to make himself some breakfast. Clarisse emerged from the shower ten minutes later with her hair blow dried and all ready to go out.

"Leaving already?" Huey asked.

"Thanks for breakfast," she stole a piece of his toast and kissed him on the cheek.

"That uh-" Huey tried to correct.

"Ah, ah, ah. I'm too busy to hear it. See you at Gander's at six," she kissed him again and ran out. Huey rubbed his face and restarted his breakfast. He never remembered feeling this tired ever before in his life. Guess that was adulthood. And drinking probably. He still couldn't place why on earth his joints would be so stiff today though. He thought he had a good night with Clarisse last night. Maybe he got into a fight? Seemed unlikely, but Clarisse has said it happened before.

Still. Something was off.

As he tried to recall any bit of detail from the night he heard a knock at the door, which was really, really unusual. He almost never got visitors nowadays. They were banging o. the door so loudly too. It made his headache even worse. He shushed the door as he walked over and opened it.

"Hello..?" He mumbled, rubbing his face.

"Huey..." it was Webby. Almost exactly like how she was a week ago. Huey rolled his eyes.

"Great. You again," he crossed his arms.

"Huey, I- what? I-i haven't been here," she gripped her bag.

"So you're real?" He looked her up and down.

"I could ask the same of you," Webby let herself in.

"Hey, I didn't say-" Huey tried to stop her.

"You didn't need to," Webby brushed him aside before looking around the room and gasping.

"This is so much worse than Dewey could've ever described it," she whispered to herself.

"Webby, what're you doing here?" Huey crossed his arms. She looked him up and down and she looked as though she were on the verge of tears.

"Huey where the hell have you been? What have you been doing?" She asked with earnest.

"I've been fine, I'll have you know," he suddenly got defensive. He didn't know why though. He knew this wasn't... well... normal.

"Huey... take a look at yourself here. You look absolutely terrible. You have a giant bruise on your forehead, you look like you haven't slept in days, your shirt has the weirdest stains on it, and you and your apartment reek of booze. What happened?" She grabbed his hand but he jerked away. He didn't answer. He hadn't noticed the bruise. Maybe he did get into a fight.

But with who...

"Huey... talk to me... to us... please," Webby pleaded.

"Why do you care all of the sudden?" Huey snapped.

"Huey, you missed Christmas a-and New Years, and Spring Break. You even missed your birthday. What the hell has been going on here?!" Webby snapped right back. Huey stopped. That definitely, one hundred percent, was not like him at all.

He remembered the holiday season. Lots of eggnog. Clarisse got him strange presents. He just got her earrings. New years was a hot mess. He forgot the whole say for awhile.

His birthday though.

He never would've forgotten his birthday. He hadn't seen his brothers in a year he shouldn't have-

He hadn't seen his brothers in a year.

He hadn't seen his brothers in a year.

"Huey? Y-you okay?" Webby asked much more quietly than before. He felt light headed. Like he was going to pass out. He stumbled back, fumbling past bottles on the ground. He caught himself on a countertop in the kitchen.

He hadn't seen his brothers in a year.

"Huey? Are you okay?" Webby asked, her hand hovering over his shoulder but she didn't dare to touch him.

"I'm fine. Nothing's wrong. I'm fine," there was the defensiveness again. It was like he lost control of his speech and he was now nothing more than a ragdoll controlled by someone else.

“Huey..." her tone was so soft and comforting, but he didn't dare to nuzzle into it and listen. He shook his head.

"Me and Clarisse have been having a perfectly good time. She's been showing me around and we've been having a great time. There's nothing wrong with staying home with her for the holidays," Huey defended his actions.

"But it isn't like you," Webby exasperated.

"Well this is me now! Whether you approve of it, or not!" He shouted. Webby stepped back, cowering. Her face looked hurt, like a wounded animal. She shook herself out if it though.

"Just because you don’t see the problem doesn’t mean something isn’t wrong," she straightened herself out.

"I-i know who you really are Huey, and this sure isn't it. You need to tell me what's going on. You texted us, all of us last night, about how you wanted me to come over and talk when we all were asking why you didn't come home for your guy's birthday. Please... i deserve to know what's going on," she spoke so gentile and quietly, so... opposite of what he had been hearing for forever... it was like honey for the soul. She touched his arm lightly but he jerked away again, involuntarily throwing himself into the wall. He fell down and started to cry.

"Huey! I-I'm so sorry!" She went to him again.

Sorry.

Sorry.

Oh, he missed that word.

He missed that word like he missed lazy days in a summer afternoon.

Soon he couldn't keep it in anymore and he bawled. His whole body trembled as his whole body gave in to the sobs. He felt Webby hold him gently and soothingly. She didn't grasp him tightly or snap at him. She hugged him and rubbed his back and told him it was okay.

It was okay.

Oh god, how he missed that feeling.

That feeling of just... calm and hope and peace and just... everything being alright and not having to fear upsetting anyone and just... being... okay.

Eventually his tears ceased and he was able to be taken to his couch so he could talk again.

"Do you want to tell me what's been going on? It's okay if you don't, I'll still be here. Dewey isn't far if you'd prefer to talk to him," she offered.

"No... if i don't tell you now, i don't know of i ever will," Huey took in a deep breath. Webby nodded and waited for him to be ready.

"Her... her name is Clarisse. Met her shortly after the Turaco situation. I had just broke up with Caity so i-i was feeling pretty alone s-so i agreed to go out. God, that feels like forever ago..." he chuckled as he wiped away tears streaming down his face. Webby offered a tissue but he shook his head.

"She introduced me to... so many different things and I knew so little about her, she fascinated me. I-I felt like I needed to stay- to know her better. A-and soon enough she was dragging me into all these things i didnt think i-i was ready for- a-and now I'm here and m-my whole body aches a-and i can't remember anything that happened at all l-last night a-and i just don't know what t-to do because I'm her everything now a-and sh-she says she-she'd die without me- a-and... a-and," Huey choked on his sobbings, shaking his head uncontrollably.

"Huey... I... am so, so sorry that ever happened to you. Nobody should have to deal with what you're going through," Webby wiped away her own tears.

"No," he shook his head, "it's my own fault. I said yes, she isn't to blame."

"Huey, listen to me and you listen good," she tilted his chin lightly.

"Nobody has the right to force into things you aren't okay with and no one should ever threaten you or yourself if you want to break up, okay?" She said. He couldn't speak again, so he slowly nodded instead.

"Can I hug you?" She asked. He nodded. She hugged him in a way that was so familiar, it brought him back home. He embraced it tightly, not wanting to let go at all.

"Huey, we need to get you out of here as soon as possible, you understand?" Webby said.

"I-i can't just leave her-"

"Huey, for your own good, you need to," Webby looked him in the eyes and he knew it was true. He was just... scared. She always had so many friends. And they were everywhere. He didn't know how she did it. Heck... she'd probably notice Webby was here and accuse him of cheating again.

"She'll know you've been here," he added.

"She can't hurt you anymore if you come home with me. It'll be okay. I'm a trained spy. She can't hurt you if you just come with me," Webby smiled reassuringly. Huey was still hesitant to believe it.

"I-i can't... I'm sorry... i can't," he closed his eyes and turned away.

"Huey, please. It's killing me to see you this way," she begged.

"I can't undo what she's done. Like you said I-I'm not myself. I'm a sloppy, good for nothing drunk," the words were heavy on his tongue.

"Huey... i know you. You're a hard, determined worker who never gives up on any one or anything and life by the book. You are incredibly loyal and loving, and you're always looking out for your little brothers, even when they don't ask you to. You are a huge dork who loves to read and write and explore and learn. You love your family and your family loves you. Please Huey... come home," Webby begged and pleaded a final time. Huey sniffled.

Could he really do this? It wasn't something he truly pondered before. It never felt possible. He felt like she would kill him if she found out. Well... she would find out no matter what he did. Was running away really the best option?

Huey turned and looked at Webby. She was looking at him in a way he hadn't ever seen Clarisse look at him.

It was a look of love. Familial, sure, but love. She cared about him and his wellbeing.

Clarisse...

Clarisse... not as much.

"Okay..." Huey spoke.

"O-okay?" Webby didn't seem to believe it.

"Y-yeah," he sniffled and laughed a bit. He didn't know why he did, but he did. Worry melted away from Webby's body and she hugged him once more.

"I'm so glad to hear that. Trust me when I say everyone at home missed you so so so much! We were all worried sick," she let go, "you need to get packing. We have to leave before she comes back."

"Right... yeah..." he got up from the couch. Once webby was standing he hugged her again.

"Thank you so, so, so much Webby. I promise I won't let you down," he said.

"You can never let us down. We all love you very, very much Huey. Don't forget that."

"I won't."

[janetbrown711]

“Do you have any idea how many secrets they’re keeping from you?” Said by anyone, to Huey

They said letting go or facing your worst fear face to face was the first step to recovery. Who ever they were, Huey thought they were right. He had felt a lot better since staring Clarisse down and telling her to get out of his life.

But still... those words she said, they were so ominous and promising. You'll regret this. A part of him would like to see her try to hurt him again now that he was with his whole family, but the other half knew she found ways.

She always did.

But that was in the past. He wasn't with her.

What was happening now was good. It was growth. It was change. Change with a sort of cause behind it.

He was gonna be an uncle.

Boy those words sure felt odd. Came out of nowhere too, but hey, he had been gone for... forever. So...

But hey, he had a reason to stop drinking.

...but he still couldn't do it.

The detox was just... the worst thing he had ever gone through.

He'd try so, so, so hard, but it was just... so much. He would try for a few days but then get sweaty, anxious, start seeing her again and those damned words whispered in his ear, and he would go mad trying to find a drink. It was torturous. He just couldn't do it.

Then she got her revenge.

And she got it in the best way possible.

"Still awake?" Dewey asked. Huey looked at his watch and realized it was two a.m. he nodded.

"You're dressed though..." Dewey eyed him.

"Your point?" He raised an eyebrow.

"Hey, I'm not accusing you of anything... but if you're going to go do what i think you're going to go do, then you better not be," Dewey accused.

"Hey," Huey got defensive, "I'm going to drink i just-... need some fresh air," he huffed and put his hands in his pockets.

"You can get that here. We can go out to the balcony if you want and just have a nice chat til your insomnia wears out and you can sleep," Dewey suggested.

"You say that like it's easy," Huey twitched.

"I know, i know, I'm the only one who doesn't get it. C'mon, it'll do you some good," Dewey put a hand on his shoulder.

"Mmm... maybe one walk around the mansion. Not sure if I uh... trust myself with balconies right now. Specially since most have a mini cooler with what im trying to avoid here," Huey scratched the back of his neck.

"True true. C'mon let's go," Dewey and Huey walked down the stairs. Dewey went off to the side to grab a coat while Huey opened the door and waited.

"You ready yet?" Huey rubbed his forehead.

"Har har, safety first," he rolled his eyes as he zipped his jacket. Huey turned to walk out when he saw a box with a note that read "Huey" on the outside. He picked the note up and opened it.

"It.

Clari~"

"What you got there?" Dewey peered behind him. Huey ignored him, picking up the box and taking it inside, setting it softly on a table.

"It?" Dewey read aloud.

"This... must be the thing she said I'd regret later..." he realized.

"Do... do you want to open it?" Dewey asked. Huey pondered a bit before nodding.

"Best we get it over with," he didn't quite believe himself but the words were spoken so he opened it nonetheless.

Inside was an egg.

An egg.

An egg.

Huey's brain filled with so much panic and questions that he couldn't process them all. He stepped back and away from it, unable to react any other way.

"Y-you don't think-...?" Dewey left the question up in the air.

"I-i..." Huey ran fingers through his hair as he tried to think.

"But we don't know if it's- well... ya know... yours, per se," Dewey tried to put a spin on it but Huey shook his head.

"Couldn't be anyone else's. I-it... it... it's..." Huey couldn't finish his sentence.

"But you don't... know that. I'm just- do you even know how many secrets she may be keeping from you?" Dewey thought the words would be comforting but they weren't. Huey didn't respond, but his eyes quickly filled with tears but he burst out laughing.

"Oh of course! This is what she does for her grand finale!" He shook his head, tears now streaming down his face. "She leaves me with one last job. One final reminder that i am nothing without her or her help. That I need her," he walked away, not being able to contain his laughter.

"Huey, you don't need her," Dewey frowned.

"Oh yeah? What the hell do you suggest I do then? I-i can't do this! I-i've never been a bigger mess in my life!" He gestured to himself.

"Huey..." Dewey struggled with what to say. Huey turned his back, so he got out his phone and texted someone. In not too long Della came down the stairs in her pajamas without Huey taking notice. Della and Dewey shared a look and Dewey went away.

"Huey... are you okay?" She asked. Huey looked at her and ceased his laughter, silent tears still streaking down his face.

"Mom, I-i... I..." he glanced at the box on the table. He put a hand over his mouth and shook his head.

"I really screwed up this time," he looked at her. She didn't say anything, this time just going in to hug him.

"I-I'm not ready for this," he sniffled.

"I know baby, it's okay," she soothed.

"I-i can't possibly do this alone," Huey said.

"But you won't be, Huey. You got a family here that loves and supports and understands you all the way. I mean hey, look who you're talking to here," she leaned back to look him in the eyes while still hugging.

"I-i guess you're right..." he sniffled, wiping his face with his sleeve.

"As always, i am your mom after all," her joke managed to make him chuckle at least a little.

"I-i just... don't even know where to start," he admitted.

"Don't worry. I'll help you with that," she comforted, "where is it and we can get started?"

Huey pointed to the box and they walked to the table together before Della examinded it.

"It's a tiny lil' guy. You boys were much bigger, but even the doctor admitted jt was a bit of an abnormality," Della nudged Huey, which made him briefly crack a smile. Della touched the egg and had to stiffle a gasp.

"Huey, get some blankets. I'll turn some light on," she ordered. She tried not to sound worried but Huey could tell and quickly ran to the living room and grabbed some blankets. When he came back Della was cradling it in her arms.

"Put the blankets in the box," she said. Huey quickly obeyed and Della then set it down.

"Is something wrong already?" Huey asked, fidgeting nervously.

"No no, its okay. It was just... a little cold, but nothing that can't be fixed soon. It'll be okay Huey, just take a deep breath," Della instructed, and Huey copied. He looked at the egg for a long moment and realized he no longer felt the paralyzing fear he had felt earlier. He smiled at his mom.

"I'm glad to have you back Mom," he side hugged her.

"I'm glad to be here too, kiddo," she hugged him back. They stayed hugging in silence a moment before Della asked him when he was going to tell Donald.

"I uh... was hoping never?" He sheeped. Della broke out laughing.

"Trust me when I say this kid: that doesn't work. I tried," she snorted, "it's like he has a sixth sense for it."

"Okay, okay, when he wakes up then," he chuckled too.

"Good. Cuz there really is no need to hide it. He can't hurt you, he's Donald. Loves you al to death," she punched his arm. He nodded.

"Yeah, i know, i know," he yawned.

"You should go get your rest. I'll find a heat lamp and we can talk more about this tomorrow. You're gonna need your beauty rest while you can get it," Della told.

"Oh shoot. I guess you're right, huh," he chuckled nervously.

"Hey... relax kiddo. You got this. You'll be a great dad," she put her hands on the sides of his head and embraced it.

"Thanks Mom... it means a lot," Huey said.

"Seriously though, don't worry though. You have all of our support and together we can help you get through any troubles you might have. Just say the word and any of us will be there, got it?" She said seriously. Huey nodded.

"Of course. I have the best family in the world, and i am never going to run away from them again."

[janetbrown711]

“Do you like them more than me?” Huey

When Webby left the apartment, Huey was left alone with an empty feeling in his stomach. It felt so good and yet so terrible to finally tell someone what he's been going through, and that it was bad.

It was bad.

It is bad.

It's like she has eyes all over the city. She would always find out if he so much as made eye contact with another girl.

She would find out about this. She'd find out about Webby. She wouldn't like that. Not one bit.

Which was why Webby planned to take him home before she was expecting him at the club.

But she could still find out and come by right now.

Huey looked at the door, waiting for her to burst in at any moment. But she didn't. He shuddered.

Slowly, he got himself up from the couch and went to the cabinet and robotically opened a beer. Halfway through he stopped himself. He didn't want to drink. He wanted to stop. He never liked it. She convinced him to. It tasted awful.

He looked down at it.

He shoved it away and went to his room to start packing. He hurriedly shoved in several shirts, not even bothering to fold them. He grabbed as many things as would fit in his brown duffle, which was quite a bit. He glanced over at her side of the room at her money bin.

He knew half of it belonged to him.

She would always ask for his money.

It belonged to him.

He reached in and took a handful and shoved that in the bag.

That... that she would definetly notice.

He put it in the bag anyway, but zipped it closed so he wouldn't have to see it. He didn't want to open the bag until it was all over.

He put it under the bed for his own sake when the door creaked open.

"Huey? I came home early~"

Clarisse.

Panic filled his mind. She wasn't supposed to be here. Webby was. He was supposed to leave. She was supposed to be out. Not here. Not here to find out and stop him.

"Dearest?" She went into the room.

"H-hi Clari," he stood in front of the bed.

"Huey, your face looks like a tomato. It isn't attractive," she patted his head and went to her mirror.

"R-right," he cleared his throat.

"Why are you nervous? It's just me," she rolled her eyes at him. He kept his mouth shut.

"What? So quiet? If I didn't love my boyfriend so completely i would say you're hiding something from me," she said as she reapplied some eyeshadow.

"H-how was your outing?" He realized he had no idea what she had gone out to go do.

"Fine," she looked down and looked at her money jar.

Crap.

"Huey, why is money missing from my jar?" She looked at him.

"I-i uh..." he scurried to think of an excuse. She turned to look him in the eye.

"Huey, you aren't hiding anything from me are you? I don't know how i could sleep at night if i knew you were hiding something from me," she asked, her tone trying to be soft but there was a sharp danger to it. It was a voice he had heard several times before.

"I promise I'm not," he tried to smile reassuringly.

"Huey, do you think I'm an idiot?" She asked, tracing her fingers up his arm.

"Of course not!" He protested.

"Then where is my money?" She got very close to him. Uncomfortably so.

"I-i..." he glanced under the bed, but once she started to follow his eyes he spoke up again, "I didn't want to tell you! B-but... i am planning a surprise gift."

"Oh? Well you could've said so. But use your own money. I want it back, please," she grinned and held her hand out. Huey froze.

"C'mon Hubert. Tick tock. We gotta head out soon," she tapped her foot.

"I-i don't want to," he said.

"Don't want to what? Don't get vague with me now, mister," She warned, her head tilting ever so slightly.

"I don't want to go out," he clenched his fist anxiously.

"Oh don't kid yourself, of course you. Now hand over the money, Hubert." He always hated the way she said his name.

"I don't want to drink anymore. I'm done and I'm tired," Huey put his foot down.

"Tired of what? Me? Are you saying you don't love me?" She put her hands on her chest.

"Clari-"

"Don't 'Clari' me. What do you mean you don't want to go out and drink anymore? You aren't having fun anymore? You think you know better than I on how to have a good life? You think I'm a bore and tire you?"" She put her hands on her hips.

"Honestly?! At times?! Yes!" He made the mistake of raising his voice. Clarisse striked him across the face so hard he fell onto the bed.

"Huey, you are my boyfriend. You go on dates with me, you go out with me, and you drink with me. You got that?" She told, her voice cold as ice. He didn't respond. Soon, he heard her footsteps exit the room and she went to the kitchen. His cheek burned. He sat up and looked at himself in the mirror. It left a red print. He stayed frozen, analyzing his own reflection without any actual thought. His chest felt heavy, and empty.

Eventually, he heard crying from the kitchen.

Sighing, he went to see what was the matter.

He found Clarisse sitting by the counter with his phone, sobbing her eyes out with two drinks. One had a lemon, the other didn't.

"Clari?" Huey asked softly.

"Don't talk to me. I-I'll just bore you," she sobbed.

"Clarisse, why do you have my phone?" He sighed tiredly.

"I-i read y-your messages. Y-you like th-this girl m-more th-than me," she wailed into her hands.

"Clarisse, that's just my sister-in-law," he sat down next to her.

"S-so?" She ignored him.

"She... she means nothing to me," he lied.

"H-huey... look me in the eyes a-and tell me: do you like them more than me?" She sniffled. Huey glanced at his phone. It was his family. His family who actually gave a darn about his wellbeing and wanted what was best for him. Of course he liked them more than her. All she had ever done to him was trick him and lie and cheat him.

"Of course not." It was like the words were preprogrammed in his mind. Once they were said though, they couldn't be taken back. She grabbed his collar and kissed him. He could feel her tears against his cheeks.

"You love me," she smiled at him.

"Of course. Who wouldn't love someone as beautiful as you?" He said half heartedly. It was something he had repeated many times before whenever she got insecure.

"So you'll drink with me then?" She gave him a glass. He looked into it, then back at her and sighed.

"I-i don't know..." he sheeped.

"Just one, and we can stay here? Please?" She pleaded. Huey closed his eyes, trying to ignore that one look she had perfected to an art to get him to do what she wanted, but he was weak. He sighed and nodded.

"Whatever you say my dear," he said.

"That's my Huey," she smiled and kissed him again as she handed him the one with the lemon. He took it, and solemnly accepted that his place was with her now, and it always would be.

[janetbrown711]

Maybe some younger Clarisse?

[janetbrown711]

Angst Huey injured from What’s her face

Ah Clarisse...

The worst character i have ever written. Im glad she's dead.

[janetbrown711]

May i ask who Clarisse is? Im new!

No worries man!

Clarisse Eider is an abusive girlfriend Huey had during his years of college. She's also the mother of my oc Hazel, which Huey raises as a single dad. (They part for reasons obvious in the story).

And she looks like this

I think i need to redraw the colored one...

Anyway, if you have any more questions feel free to ask :)

[gladstone-gunder]

It looks ugly, but it’s clean/Oh, mama, don’t fuss over me

The way she shows me I’m hers and she’s mine/Open-hand or closed-fist would be fine/The blood is rare/and sweet as cherry wine

@janetbrown711 it’s the devil-woman

[janetbrown711]

A6 Clarisse

She bad woman

[janetbrown711]

Her.

Everyone has a shadow. They come in all shapes and all sizes. It follows you day in, and day out. It stays in the back of your mind, like the plague.

Sometimes, no matter how hard you try, they don't go away. Even if you had never even met your shadow face to face, it still looms over you and controls you. It can even control others. It can makes them laugh, make them yell, make them tease. It makes you want to cry, you want it to go away, but there it remains.

Hollow and empty,

Always watching,

And most certainly never forgotten.

Her shadow never wanted to be with her. Her shadow had wanted an end, she always had. That had been her whole life, wishing for something better than this, that it constantly reminded the girl.

The girl's father constantly said and soothed that it wasn't her fault, but the shadow always spoke otherwise, its words like an addictive poison.

Sure, your father appears love you dearly Hazel, it sneers, but don't you understand how easy life would be without you? Do you think he really wants you? I most certainly didn't.

And on and on.

Day in, and day out.

Hazel despised her shadow. She had decided that quite early on, but no matter how much she hated and hated it, it lived on, whispering in her ear.

Your friend doesn't really like you. Who would like you? You hide yourself in sweaters and bangs, you look like a mess. A motherless train wreck. Maybe if you were more like me, you'd be more liked.

Never did she let others know what was behind her as she walked, what was always in the back of her mind. Especially her best friend or her father. He would tell her it wasn't real, and Selena would despise her.

At least... That's what the shadow said.

It was funny, how much you can hate in thing and yet, you still continue to listen to it. You know its wrong, but at the same time, it feels right. You know it has done nothing but torture you and make you despise yourself, but you can't help but listen to it.

It's also funny how people can share the same shadow and not even notice.

Oh yes, father daughter shared the same shadow, the simple silhouette of the red mistress. She spoke in a similar, poisonous way to both.

She deserves much better and much more than you to him.

You don't deserve him to her.

This is all your fault to both.

I'd be alive if you had tried harder to him.

I'd be alive if you weren't here to her.

A vicious pattern for a vicious shadow that echoed and followed their every move.

If you only you had been more careful

If only you hadn't been born

On and on.

Day in and day out.

Empty,

Foreboding,

And most certainly not forgotten.

[janetbrown711]

Real tired Hazel mom I forgot her name I'm sorry

Hangovers

(Erasing is hard on this paper)