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DLP Ch. 9
"I messed up Donnie," Douglas sighed.
"It's okay Douglas, where are you? How are the kids?" Donald asked, clenching the cell phone closely to his ear.
"We are all fine. For the most part. Anyways, I am so sorry Donnie. I shouldn't have taken off with them like that," Douglas said.
"Where are you guys now? Do you need any help?" Donald asked.
"The kids are fast asleep, they are fine. We are back at our old house. I will text you the address in a second. Would you come and get them?" Douglas whispered.
"I'll be there as soon as I can," Donald promised before his brother hung up the phone.
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Half an hour later, Donald arrived at the house address. He rushed from the car into the house, surprisingly as the front door was unlocked.
The only light on in the house was in the front room, where Douglas sat at the dining room table. "Hey Donnie,"
Donald sat down in a chair next to his brother. "Hey Douglas, how are you doing?"
"The kids are upstairs in their old rooms," Douglas said numbly, avoiding eye contact with his brother.
"Douglas, I understand that this is hard for you," Donald started.
"Yeah, I bet," Douglas huffed, looking down at the table.
"I really do," Donald sighed. "It wasn't until I saw that you took them that I realized how you must have felt when I took them from you all those years ago,"
"You were doing what was best for them," Douglas muttered. "Just like you are going to do now,"
"What do you mean by that?" Donald asked.
"Aren't you going to take them back to the island?" Douglas questioned. "It is okay. You should,"
"I was hoping we would all go back to the island," Donald corrected him.
"You want me to go back to?" Douglas asked, looking up in surprise.
"Of course. Douglas, parents always want their kids to stay little forever, you just wanted that too. No one can blame you for that," Donald reasoned.
Douglas shook his head. "But I should have never taken them out here,"
Donald put a hand on his shoulder. "All you wanted was for them to love you again. There is no shame in that. But you are right. They deserve to go back to normal. So why don't we go home and put this all behind us," he suggested.
"You sure?" Douglas mumbled.
"I am more than sure. You are my brother, and I want you to come home. We can leave first thing in the morning, might as well let the kids get their rest. And us if we are going to be driving," Donald said.
"We better get going early in the morning though. Let them sleep some of the ride. I can't go another cross country rode trip with all three of them awake," Douglas smirked.
"How about you go catch some sleep, and I will contact the island to check up on them," Donald instructed.
Douglas nodded. "Okay. See you in the morning,"
"Night," Donald mumbled, already typing away on his laptop.
Douglas went upstairs to the master bedroom, getting ready for bed. Just before he laid down, Douglas heard a small rapping on the door.
"Donnie?" Douglas asked, opening the door. To his surprise, he saw little Bree standing there in her pajamas, teddy bear and blanket in hand.
Douglas knelt down in front of her. "What's up Bree? Why are you awake this late?"
Bree looked down at the ground, head slumped down.
Douglas looked at her in the eyes. "Bree, honey, you need to tell me what's wrong,"
"I-I don't Uncle Donnie to take us away," Bree mumbled, letting out a small cry.
"Oh honey," Douglas sighed, lifting her into his arms. "What makes you think I would let him take you away from me?"
Bree buried her head in his shoulders. "I heard you guys talking downstairs. It happened before too, didn't it?"
"What do you mean?" Douglas asked.
"He took us away before. I remember now. To some other place without you," Bree said quietly, finally looking up at him.
Douglas nodded. "Yes, it did happen before. But it will not happen again. This time, all of us are going back to the island. Together. I promise,"
Bree gripped onto her arm. "But what if we get separated anyway?"
Douglas held onto her tightly. "It won't,"
"But what if a monster comes and takes me away in the night, or if the wind blows the window open and carries me away, or what if-"
"Nothing like that is going to happen Bree. Our family is going to stay together," Douglas assured her. "Now, why don't we try to get some rest before our trip tomorrow?" he suggested.
"Can I stay in here tonight?" Bree asked cautiously.
"Sure," Douglas smiled, setting her down on the bed. He shut of the lights before getting back into bed.
Douglas stretched out his arms, smiling as he felt his little Bree snuggling up beside him.
"What if Donnie takes me away from you?" Bree whispered quickly into the dark of the night.
"Huh?"
Bree wriggled into the sheets. "Never mind, I know I need to stop asking you so many what ifs,"
Douglas sighed. "Bree, it's fine. You don't need to keep worrying about this,"
Bree shifted uncomfortably. "Would you really let him take us away? And leave us?"
"Bree, I am your father. I just want what is best for you and your brothers," Douglas said wrapping a protective arm around her. "And with that said, I would never leave you guys. I will always be around, wanted or not, to make sure you are okay,"
Bree clung to her father. "Promise,"
"With all of my heart," Douglas smiled. "Now, why don't we get back to bed, so that way we are fresh and ready for tomorrow," he suggested.
"Okay," Bree yawned.
While it didn't take long for ether of them to fall asleep, the virus in Bree's chip was running wildly, working away. It's creator sat at their desk, several states away, ready for their plan for their plan to continue to the next phase.
Please review and tell me your thoughts on this chapter, also, if anyone can figure out who the creator of the virus is. Thanks! ~AzulaTano
