Dear Readers,
This story will be the last story I do with the help of a friend. I hope you as a reader are willing to continue on reading my stories. And not focus too much on my grammar issues and mistakes. And if not then I want to thank you for all the comments. Also I learned from two friends that you have to accept a person with their flaws and not quit.
So no matter how much you think you aren't good enough, there will always be someone out there who will love your stories for your plot, characters, and more complicated ideas. However as I mention before, I may, or may not come back to fanfiction. But if I do— I will be bringing Masquerade back. It will be an Auslly and Rydellingtion.
Well until next time
-RomanceAnd2ndChances

Epilogue: Appreciation of Family

Being in that dollhouse again has really shaken up my whole body.

My mind was able to bring my composure back into reality meanwhile my mind tried to erase all those memories of Melanie from my deepest thoughts. Once I got a good hold of myself, my breathing became less ragged and I was able to bring myself back to my surroundings. Instantly I slowly start to feel two large calloused hands upon my white skin torso, and as soon as my body felt the warmth from the other person; I felt relief.

A small cry of happiness escapes from my thin pick lips as I continued to take in deep breaths from my mouth. My eyes lids continued to stay close meanwhile the rest of my body relaxes. Once the person was able to grab a good hold of my torso, I felt my body being place into seating position.

My lungs continued to breathe in hard meanwhile my hands tired not to grasp onto the person right beside me. I felt the bottom part of my body being seated down on top the concrete floor of the nearest street before feeling my head being place upon the person's chest.

I don't know who the person is, but I had this gut feeling I know those hands. They were the ones who have protected me whenever I was scared, and they were the ones which hold me close whenever they needed me.

Once again I take a breath in and out as I felt my face slowly gaining color. My eye lips flutter open to see the crowded town of Crayon before looking at my companion.

"Oh thank God! You are okay!" The man states in a distraught tone.

My brown eyes open up wide before slowly making their way up towards the dirty blond hair male, who was once my childhood friend, and has now become my husband, Austin M. Moon.

My thin pink painted lips stayed closed shut as my brown eyes made their way towards his honey gold-brown eyes.

Austin's eyes stared straight back into mine with a concern look behind them meanwhile his strong torso moves my petite body closer to his own body. My eyes stayed upon Austin's face until I realized that our daughter wasn't with us.

Instantly my body stood up from my seat meanwhile my brown eyes tried to search for her. Austin was about tell me something when I suddenly ask him the one thing that is on my mind.

"Austin, where's Isabel?" I state in a panic tone.

Instantly I saw Austin's body stand up from his seating position before finding him face me. His eyes stay upon my own pair while he places both of his hands upon my shoulders.

Austin lets out a small chuckle from my action as he responds back "Ally! Is. is alright."

Automatically my mother instincts turn off from hearing his response meanwhile Austin lets out chuckle from my reaction. My head turns to give him a glare before punching his left arm with my right fists. Austin rubs his shoulder with a painful face expression upon his face before seeing his brown eyes looking at me with a pout upon his bottom lip.

I let a laugh from his reaction before asking in a curious tone, "Why are you here?"

"What you don't want me here!" Austin stated in a sad and yet playful tone.

"No!" I state in a defending tone before continuing on, "It is just that you are supposed to be in New Jersey. And now – you are here. That barely happens these days. Oh my gosh— did something happen?"

Immediately Austin puts the thumb and index finger of his right hand upon his curve jaw before slowly placing a small smile upon his pink lips. Those small dimples that I love of his appear upon his goofy face expression as his gleaming honey cone eyes look at me with amusement.

"What!" I explain in a defensive tone.

Austin responds back, "Is. was so scared when she saw your body collapse at nearby the window display of the toy store. Our scared daughter automatically called me, and when I got there; I saw that her small body was completely drain from color meanwhile her Aunt Trish tried to fan you awake."

A horrified look came upon my face as I asked in a pleading tone, "Oh my gosh! What did Trish and you tell her? Please tell me!"

Instantly my brown eyes saw Austin's smile turned into a concern frown as his eyes kept his worried gaze upon me. My eyes stare straight back into his as I tried to think of a way to tell him what is wrong.

Austin's six- one foot body was towering over my five-one foot body as the right side of my face omes in contact with his chest. A sigh from safety comes from within me as my eyes swell up from recalling my deepest fear.

"What is going on Ally? I heard Austin state in a painful tone.

A hiccup escapes from my pick color lips before nodding an okay towards his question.

Austin knew that nod gesture to mean that I needed to tell him something, and so he gently guides my torso closer towards his chest as he silently gestures for me to start.

"Do you remember the dollhouse story? You— know the one that I told the gang and you on Halloween." I ask in a low whisper.

Austin instantly removes his strong tan arms around me as he responds back, "Yes! At the end of the story, Trish decided to use that old barbie of hers and made it seem like the doll was the Melanie doll– I can still recall the looks that Dez and you had."

Austin pauses for a moment before continuing on, "Man seventeen year old Dez looked like he was going to shit in his colorful pants meanwhile you looked like you just saw a ghost."

My eyes go complete blurry from hearing the happiness behind Austin's voice as he recalls the good memories of that night before feeling a tear trickle down my cheek.

Austin noticed my face expression and his all-around smile turns into a concern look as he asks in a pleading tone. "Ally— what is it?"

I could hear the despair in his statement and as soon as he asked me that question; I burst into tears. The cold air that surrounded my body disappears as I instantly felt Austin's strong arms around me again.

"The story of The Melanie and The Dollhouse wasn't a made-up story." I stated in one deep breath.

Austin's thin blond-brown eyebrows went up in confusion as his mind tries to comprehend the situation.

"Wait! So that weird necklace that I saw on your neckline at the hospital wasn't my imagination? Austin asks in disbelief.

My head nods a yes and Austin's eyes close shut from the realization.

"Then that means that the girl in the story is—", I stop Austin from finishing his sentences by answering, "Me! The girl who was trap in the dollhouse was – was me."

Austin's brown eyes open up to look me straight in the eye as his whole face showed a mixture of relief, pain and sorrow.

"So that explains the therapy and the on and off nightmares you had after seeing Trish's dollhouse!" Austin slowly states calmly towards me.

Another sob comes from my lips before adding on, "Yes. But Melanie also made me realized that my parent's spilt up was for the best. Their relationship was to become a fall out anyways."

"So that explains why you weren't so depress when your father filed the divorce papers!" Austin states in relief.

I nodded a yes to all his observations as I add on, "Also Melanie not only gave me darkness but also gave me a message through Dickon."

Austin gives me a strange look as he asks in confusion, "So what was the message?"

A smile appeared upon my face as I state back with confidence, "To appreciate every person that enters into another person's world with open arms. But of course each one must take cautions."

"Of course we do!" Austin states in happiness.

I add on, "As long as both of our families and friends in whom we trust do have our backs; there won't be any problems for us in the near future."

Austin gives me his famous smile of his, as he states back, "And I will be there for you in each and every step in the way."

A huge smile appears upon my face before allowing Austin to embrace me from my right. Austin looked at me with acknowledgement as I continued to tell him all about the dollhouse and Melanie. It was the last time I ever talk about the Dollhouse and since that conversation with Austin; I knew that everything was going to change for the better.