Baby blue short stories

the d. h. 7

PoV Will
I had made a mistake. After that one night that was so "extraordinarily great" Stanford wanted more nights like this.

To get them, he came up with ridiculous things he'd have Mason do.

He went as far as claiming Mason couldn't do things he loved if I didn't offer myself.

Oh, how I hated this man. So, so much. But I loved Mason more than I hated Stanford touching me.

When we were alone, I fought really hard to keep my mask up and not let him know about those nights.

I didn't want him to suffer even more.

To be honest, he was getting better. Mostly because I put Stanford into better moods and that ment he didn't get mad at Mason as easily.

Even when Stanford found out about the donating, he didn't get mad.

He even organized a trip for Mason, so he could visit the kids he was helping.

I was scared of it. Master Stanford had picked the week where Mabel would be off to do some fashion shows in paris and Stanley had an important business trip.

I did not like the thought of being alone with my master for a whole week.

PoV Mason
My trip was awesome and the pills my doc prescribed me were actually working. I felt amazing.

I had used a lot of my savings to fund books for all the children in the school I was helping AND they offered me a place in their team!

I even was excited to tell Stanford.

When he picked me up he was in a good mood.

I told him about the news and he agreed that it was a great opportunity to add some good to our name.

Then he told me how glad he was, that I was finally feeling better and that the pills and everything were working.

I should've asked. I should've asked what had gotten him into such a good mood.

I shouldn't have went to bed instantly.  I should've thought of my demon.

I didn't.

The next morning William was making breakfast.

I joined him in the kitchen and poured myself a glass of water.

William smiled at me.

"Good morning sunshine.", I said.

"Good morning, master.", he replied. I was confused for second, until...

"Sunshine is an odd thing to call the little whore.", my uncle said behind me.

I good tell that the demons hands instantly started shaking. I suddenly felt bed.

William had suffered so much in the past. Far more than I had.

He had even suffered at my hands.

But Stanford didn't hurt me anymore, maybe he wasn't hurting Will either.

"William, are you alright?", I asked carefully.

"What? Yeah, f-fine. Just exhausted.", he stammered.

"From what?", I asked. Had he cleaned the ballroom?

"I'm fine.", my demon replied, grabbing his own wrist to stop his hand from shaking so much.

"Okay? What's going on?", I tried again.

"William, has Mason told you his good new yet?", Stanford smiled. He had just ignored me...
Rude.

William put the scrambled eggs in a bowl and got started on some bacon, but he gave me a smile.

"Oh my god, yes! William, I'm going to Africa for a year!", I cheered.

"That's...great.", I heard him choke on these words.

"Aren't you happy for me? I thought you'd be! I can help the children...", I sighed. That had surely ruined my happiness.

"I am happy for you, I just, I can't-", William burst into tears and sank to his knees.

"Wow. I thought you had a good heart! What's this all about?!", I huffed.

William suddenly started breathing really fast.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm s-sorry!", he sobbed out.

I didn't feel sorry. Why was he acting like this.

I was irritated too.

"I'll go to my room. You can come there when you manage to be happy for me.", I growled. I was hurt.

Why couldn't he just he happy for me?