About me: Mason Rodrik Belinsky was birthed by Amelia Marie Cortez-Belinsky and Rodrik Randell Belinsky on November 19, 1993. Mason was the golden child growing up. He got everything he could ever want without even having to ask for it a million times just like any other bratty kid. His mother worked as an NA while his father delivered mail and drank heavily. This lifestyle resulted in a growing Mason to stay in his room most nights listening to the arguments through the walls. He heard the glass shattering and objects thudding against walls night after night. This became his lullaby until he was old enough to understand that this wasn't normal. He would wake up to find his mother cooking breakfast with bruises all over her arms and legs. She'd tell him she just fell outside while in the garden, but 10 year old Mason knew better. One night when Mason was 14 years old, he found his father with a knife to his mother's throat. So in turn, Mason snatched the knife and held it up to his father's throat while his father grinned and said "Do it.." Police showed up minutes later with Mason in handcuffs. After his questioning, they arrested his father and placed his mother in the hospital to get evaluated. They suggested Mason live with his grandparents, and that is what he did for the next 4 years. On the day of his 18th birthday, Mason moved from his grandparents' house and stayed with a good friend of his. While living with his grandparents, Mason hung out with a foul group of people. He's gotten his hands dirty more times than he could count in his entire life in those 4 years. Whatever drug you could name, he's probably tried it. Under his clothes were scar after scar from relationships he's gotten into while with this group. Those girls were nobody to mess around with. They also didn't take to being broken up very well. Mason needed to get out. He was 21. Was finally able to go to a bar and do what he's been doing since he was 15. Instead, he took up work there as a bartender. Some mates he made helped him to get clean so he only drinks occasionally and the needles were far from him. Heroin was never on his mind until he heard the news that his father was out of prison. He came searching for him and when word got around, Mason booked it to live on the streets. He's currently couch surfing until he can get himself stable again.
`For as long as she could remember, Avery had always considered her “clients” to be her friends. Not the kind of friends that you sit and talk to about life, but the type of friends that were always down for the next high. She never got close enough to her “clients” because she felt like living two separate lives. However, living two separate lives was becoming a little bit overwhelming so Avery was trying something new. She decided that it was time for her to change some of her clients into actual friends. These clients that she wanted to turn into friends weren’t going to be just any client, it was going to be clients who wanted to do something with their lives other than get high all the time. With the mindset that Avery has had for the last year, she wanted to be friends with those who had goals for themselves or those who wanted to get their lives back on track.
One day while doing a deal, one of her clients mentioned Mason to her and that he had just got out of rehab. The client then proceeded to tell her that he wanted to be on the path of sobriety. After the deal was over, Avery sat in her car while she scrolled through her phone trying to find contact information for Mason. Mason use to be one of her well-known clients up until he straight disappeared. It had been months since Avery had seen him and for some reason she wanted to connect with him on a newer level. No drugs, just straight friendship and try to help each other out. She wasn’t sure how he was going to react, because she was just a rich kid he used to get his fix from.
Avery sat and thought about her current life, was she ready to try to reach out and make a new friend? Or was she just trying to find something to do to pass time while she worked on getting clean from doing hard drugs? She was unsure what exactly she wanted, but something told her that she should reach out to Mason. After minutes passed by, she finally worked up the courage to try to call the number she had for him when they were doing business. As it rang, she nervously stared at the steering wheel. After four rings, she quickly hung up. There was no way that this guy was going to pick up the phone for his old dealing since he had just gotten out of rehab.
Shortly after the phone call, she sent him a text explaining the reason behind her call.
Uh hey, if this is still you… I was just calling to see if you wanted to meet up for lunch one day and rekindle the friendship we had before you went to rehab. Please meet me tomorrow at 12pm at my father’s restaurant. [inserted address]. Tell them you’re with Ms. Parker.
After sending the message, Avery realized that it sounded like she wanted to pick up where they left off and that was her selling him the drugs. She shook her head and mumbled under her breath, “great, sounds like I’m trying to make a deal with him again.” She sighed as she sent one more text.
P.S. It’s not how it sounds. I don’t want to rekindle like that. Just talking, that’s all.
She hit send and hoped that he would get in contact with her.
Awe, don't feel bad puddin', it's totally okay. I missed you like crazy but I hope you got a good nights rest. And yes, today it's so on. So please, keep me in your pocket because there's no where else I'd rather be. ♥
AHEM. Hey, hi, hello. This is your favorite short stop just making a quick drop by to say - YOU’RE TOTALLY MY FAVORITE. you’re cute as a button and I’m keeping you so, make sure the world knows. KBYEEEEEE.