Winter Shushes (YDHAC sequel)

Dearly, Beloved.

"Is that everything?" Mason's voice had called from the other room. It was the day. The day he finally had decided that the two of them needed something new. And... To get out of the traumatizing place that was, the Gleeful manor. Stanford had finally come back from what he claimed to be an 'expedition' of looking for an item he'd never dare mention. And Stanley was right behind him saying that he had opened his own Reverse Falls gift shop. It seemed almost everyone had wanted to move on from everything, and with Mabel gone, that left plenty of room for it.

Mason and I had been living in the manor until now. I'll admit-- I hadn't made much progress with my stutter. But I'm really trying! Sometimes I can get past a sentence with only stuttering once! Mason told me he was impressed once, but he sure didn't seem impressed.

I had been.. Practicing magic. Now that I was free and all, I was trying to get used to it. Of course, Stanford wasn't nice to me at all when he had gotten back. One night he had gotten away with a good beating, that was one of the nights he hit a roadblock in his research. And... I may have just a little bit, ripped his fancy cape when I was doing the laundry. Speaking of which, being free sure didn't feel free. I still listened to basically any command I was given, I still clean and dust on impulse. Mason always shakes me out of it, asks me if I'm okay, then gently reminds me that I'm not a slave anymore.
It felt weird, it felt wrong. 
I felt like I was supposed to be ordered around. And hit when I did something wrong.

Me and Mason actually dedicated a night to teaching me how to fight back, how to stand up for myself. All it ended up doing me was scaring me so badly that I hid behind the bookcase for about an hour.

He was trying to get me to look healthier, I think. That was another thing. He's a horrible cook but still insists on making my meals on account of the fact that I'm actually starved and malnourished. He actually said I should see a doctor, can you believe it? A doctor! As if any doctor would see a freak like me for a well check. I rarely go outside with Mason for anything. I always end up doing something that makes me feel horrible. I'm clumsy, I scare kids from my looks, and everyone remembers me from the party... And are deathly afraid of what I can do to them. I'm not even sure what I could do. My magic is on the fritz and I can't figure out how to control it.

I tried going to the dreamscape. One day I was hoping to find Bill there but... He never came. The place we had built together was slowly crumbling. It was like walking into a slow-motion collapsing building. He must've been giving up... Our shared world was falling apart. This happens when one of the two people who share a dreamscape gives up hope on the other. Maybe they had a fight and are angry, maybe they're too far away and drifted apart. When someone gives up hope, they don't believe in the pair anymore.
Bill didn't believe their relationship was strong enough to keep what they built, together. So he's letting it go.

I cry a lot. And continue to cry a lot.
I act like I'm a pregnant wife or something to Mason and I'm sure he's tired of me being so emotional, and a scaredy-cat.

For example, now.

I was staring right at the door that left down to the cellar. Mason let me sleep in his room with him when Mabel was gone. And he locked the door so I'd never had to go back down there.
Mason was just coming back inside from getting the last of our things in the car. My hands were held neatly in front of me. I still had that servant-perfect posture whether I wanted it or not.
It looked as if I was frozen in position.. Staring at the door in wonder, maybe even fear. It was funny how the one thing I disliked most about this place was the one thing keeping me from wanting to go. Mason must've noticed my distress because within a second he was there beside me. He put a hand on my arm, "Will, are you alright?" He asked me.

I snapped out of my trance and looked towards him. "Huh? Oh! Y-- yes I- yes of-- yes of course!" I said quickly with a small nervous smile. That little, shy smile I always had. Mason seemed to sigh at my answer, shaking his head disapprovingly. "Love, you need to be more honest. We're going to the husbands soon. The least you can do is try to be open with me"
Yes, we're engaged to be married. Mason just couldn't seem to wait on the matter, so he simply didn't. It took me a full week to actually give a solid answer. Of course, I love him and wanted to say yes, I just panicked! Marrying a human... Watching Mason grow old and die. That's what I'm afraid of. It was one thing for Mason to make the decision to marry a demon, but the fact that he chose me out of anyone he could've picked. To this day I still didn't understand it. And who knows what he even wanted with it- with me.

I have a bit of trouble sometimes believing that Mason really loves me. As if he didn't act so bipolar all the time, it just caught me off guard and always made me a little nervous. Mason isn't used to having emotions, I am not used to seeing him have emotions.

Mason did mention a part of getting married was children. And that thought absolutely terrified me. If we adopted I might panic or mess up and hurt an innocent child! And if we were to.. Have, a child.
Well...
Yes, Demons can do that. It doesn't mean we'll consider it, but it doesn't mean we'll dismiss it.
But the beginning process of giving one of the males even the ability to do that was hell in itself! I'm not about to do that to him, or myself!

I sighed to myself and nodded. I knew I needed to be more open about it... Everything, actually. "I know" I responded in a soft voice. "I-I haven't lived outside of this-- o-of this manor in years... I-I'm just nervous" I admitted, feeling ashamed for even thinking that. I have Mason, why worry?

Mason sighed when he noticed how nervous I was, he took me by the hand. "It's okay, love. Our new home is beautiful, remember? You really liked it" he told me gently. Which, he was right. I had really liked it. It was just so calming and pretty. I glanced at our hands and nodded a little. "Right... It wa--was pretty" I said softly. He smiled gently at me as he began to lead me away from the door, and outside. Lead me away from our bad past in this horrible place.

Once I had stepped outside. It felt so calming. I felt truly free from the restraints of that house.
And so, our story continues.

What's this? A sequel? I wonder if anyone that read the first book will even read this one.
Anywho, enjoy.
I'm back suckers.