mason / save me

[ELLA MAE DAVENPORT]

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it was silent outside tonight, for some odd reason it is usually hustling and bustling in downtown miami on a friday night, but everyone was already either drunk, in their homes asleep or inside the now slowing down clubs. ella was more of a bar girl. she hated clubs, she hated the people, the atmosphere and the grabby hands that were constantly touching her backside. tonight the neighbor offered to babysit lily for free, since she had a son the same age. ella needed as many nights out for free that she could get. however tonight was ruined. she was already somewhat drunk, and her friends left her. when ella drank, she got emotional, and her friends couldnt handle it so they dropped her off at her favorite bar and left.

stumbling up the steps ella walked inside the double doors slamming them shut. she slid onto a stool and leaned her chin on the polished bad. the bartender walked over and looked down at her. he offered something about a cab but ella sat up. n-no im good. i just need more. ill take...i dont know surprise me she slipped out a fifty, this is all i have so make me a tab she slid it across the counter and the bartender disappeared down the bar. ella was poor and she knew it. raising lily on her own was hard, and it led to nights like this. nights were ella would pass out on the floor in lilys room and lily would wake her up, confused and terrified, since mommy was still dressed in her last night clothes.

ella looked up, the bartender was back with a large cup full with a clear liquid in it. thanks she said taking it and drinking a few big gulps down. the bartender stood there and shook his head a few moments before walking away. it didnt take long for the drunken teenagers to come piling in from the clubs. ella felt the place getting more crowded and she hated it. sitting still at the bar she continued to drink fro, her cup, not moving or saying a word to anyone. a few boys tried to speak to her but she scared them off with c-section stories. as she sat at the bar alone ella was starting to realize, she didnt like this feeling. the feeling of being alone. she wished that someone, anyone she knew ould come and save her. she put her head down against the bar and the room went black for a few seconds.

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[MASON LLOYD BERKELEY]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 342px; padding: 30px; ] can you relate, can you keep up the pace like you're dying for this? Mason was slumped in the corner of the bar. He hadn't been in the drinking mood tonight, so he had mostly stuck with smoking joints all night. He was stoned. One of his favourite things to do when stoned was people watch at the bar or listen to the pulsing music at a club. The clubs had been overly packed tonight, and since mason wasn't drunk and looking for a hook-up, he had stuck with the bar. He sat at a table near the darkest spot in the bar, taking in the drunk, rambling strangers. He decided that he needed to smoke the last joint that was neatly rolled waiting in the pocket of his jacket. He finished off the last of his rye and ginger ale before retreating outside. He leaned against the cold, brick wall of the building and pulled the joint from his pocket. He lit it up and inhaled long and slow. Before exhaling deeply, he watched as a vehicle pulled up, a familiar girl got out, and the vehicle drove off as the girl disappeared inside. Mason shook it off, as he inhaled from the joint again. He wondered how tonight was going to end. His butler was on speed dial number three, thanks to his grandfather, and would be available whenever mason needed him to be. He finished off the last of his joint. Adjusted the collar of his jacket, and re-entered the bar. He had mentally argued with himself over what to do next, and had decided to get only one more drink and then hit up his drug dealers house. His weed stash had been getting low. Besides, he needed somewhere else to kill some time. Somehow, the bar had managed to fill with club-goers looking for a quieter atmosphere. He made his way closer to the bar area, where a few boys tried picking up some drunk girls, the usual bar scenarios. He pushed through some people, making an empty clearing around him at the bar. He knew he smelled exactly like weed, but he didn't care. He ordered one more rye and ginger, tipped generously, and watched as another boy was rejected by a drunk girl. He took the stool that had now freed up and sat down next to the girl he had seen outside earlier. She was now sitting with her face down on the bar. He shrugged his shoulders, racking his brain for something to say. "Rough night?" he finally mumbled to her, as he gulped his drink down. He was pretty sure he had never met this girl; at least she didn't seem familiar to him. and when you say, i'm not okay. i left my phone in the cab, now you can't get me.

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[ELLA MAE DAVENPORT]

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as she slipped in and out of conciousness she felt her heart slowing down. the room was getting quiet and her life was slowly slipping into black. she couldnt let herself pass out here, not with lilly home with the babysitter. she had too much to handle. she needed to get back to school, take care of lilly and give her the life she never had, the life she deserves. letting out a long dreaded groan she kept her head down. she was starting to sober up and she didnt like the way that it felt. suddenly, the thought of mason flooded her mind. which it always did when she was drunk. why was mason in her head, she had zero clue. but he stayed there. what would things have been like if they were together? would they be living in a mansion on the outskirts of town, running his business with lilly running through their legs smiling up at him.

lilly did look just like mason, and that killed her inside. everyday she looked at her daughter she saw her ex. well she didnt even know what they were. she never technically broke it off with him, but she highly doubted he was going to wait around for her, so she just stuck with him being her ex. whenever she would take lilly out people would ask, who's the father? her hair is so red! oh my goodness she's a trouble maker. and mason flooded into her head. lilly was mason, in mini female form, and that killed ella wether she wanted to admit it or not.

waiting a few moments she decided that it was time to leave. she wanted her daughter. she wanted to hug her daughter, kiss her and never let her go, never let the dangers and evils of the world corrupt her little mind. she finally went to look up but someone had taken the seat next to her and spoke to her. the voice. it hit her like fifty tons of bricks in a bag. she felt her stomach drop and her worst nightmare was coming true. she peeked up and eventually sat up all the way, full on staring at him. m-mason... she mumbled out unsure if he was going to hear her. she shook her head and downed half of her drink. she needed to be drunker for this. she looked at him again. yeah, rough life. she stated, before turning her head back down to her lap. she had all the power to move five minutes ago but now, it was as if she was glued to the chair and she wanted to leave, but there was no way out. it was now or never.

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[MASON LLOYD BERKELEY]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 342px; padding: 30px; ] can you relate, can you keep up the pace like you're dying for this? As the girl remained still, mason finished off his drink. He flagged down a bartender, "I’ll take another rye and ginger ale," he shouted it. He took another quick glance at the girl beside him. "And whatever this one was drinking," he added, nodding his head in the direction of the girl. He slapped thirty dollars on the counter -such a generous tipper he was. No sooner than the drink was placed in front of him, mason grabbed the glass and nearly downed most the entire glasses contents. "Keep them coming!” he shouted as the bartender had begun to walk away. He hadn't intended to be drunk tonight, but now that he found someone to entertain himself, he was going to get as drunk as he could. He turned toward the girl, waiting for her to speak. M-mason. The barely audible mutter that escaped her lips sent a thrilling feeling through mason's whole body. His heart ached, his body felt numb. when she sat up straighter and looked at him the glass he was holding in his hand slipped from his grip and shattered on the bar floor. He apologized quickly to the bartender, and sat there. Motionless. All the memories of those few summers ago flooded his mind. He wanted so badly to run right now, to call his butler to have him picked up. To sit in his room, smoke the rest of his weed and never come out. He had forgotten that he was the one who had spoken to her first. Yeah, rough life. She had answered. She had actually had the nerve to tell mason that she had a rough life. How could she be so heartless? Ella had no idea what it was like to have a rough life. She was the one who had left him. She left without as much as a goodbye. Mason wanted to grab her, shake her, and hug her. But he sat there, on his barstool, just staring at her. He was lost for words. When Ella looked away, mason finally uttered something under his breath. "How could you, how can you say that?" he asked. and when you say, i'm not okay. i left my phone in the cab, now you can't get me.

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[ELLA MAE DAVENPORT]

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as she sat silently waiting for him to answer he was ordering drinks, drinks all around. was that his plan? he hadnt known it was her, was it his plan to get her all liquoured up and then have his way. she felt herself chuckle. he hadnt changed much, but ella still loved him. with all of her heart. sitting up fully now she looked at him. when his eyes met hers she looked at him fully, it looked as if he had seen a ghost. hearing the loud shatter, it sounded as if it was so far away. ella looked down at the drink and then back up, the bartender was screaming furiously at them. she shook her head and shooed him away. she needed to focus on mason and only mason right now.

as soon as the words tough life escaped her mouth she knew that he was going to sit there and say something. she knew that this night wasnt going to end well and she braced herself for that. she couldnt move, and part of her didnt want to. she needed to face her fears of confronting mason now. when he started to speak she felt the anger in his voice more then anything else. it hurt, but she understood where it was coming from she looked back down and waited a moment before looking up to speak. it felt as if that second was an hour, an eternity. she shook her head. because it has. im sorry, im a little drunk and... she trailed off and looked at the drink the bartender had placed in front of her.

downing half of it she looked back at him. i do have to catch you up on alot you know she was being a major bitch right now and she knew that, but she couldnt stop it. she couldnt help it. she had known that it was her fault for leaving him a wreck like this but, she was pissed. not one second did he try to come look for her. she looked at him ya know i was pregnant right? she chuckled and downed more of the drink. lilly, is her name she paused again and chuckled looking up she looks just like you she looked at him, locking eyes with him. her face went from drunk to serious in two seconds. had she really just confessed that in a matter of minutes? what the hell was going on with her.

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[MASON LLOYD BERKELEY]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 342px; padding: 30px; ] can you relate, can you keep up the pace like you're dying for this? Life was rough. He ran that sentence through his mind over and over again. Sure life was rough, but she had been the one who left him. She had been the one who dropped everything and ran, no goodbye, nothing. Mason had done everything he could for Ella. He knew he wasn't perfect, he knew they fought a lot, but he loved her. He cared about her more than he'd ever cared for a person. He cowered back, slouching his shoulders and busing his shaky hands with a loose thread on his pants. He hadn't meant to sound so harsh, but he was angry with her. Seconds started to drag on, feeling like hours. He was unsure what to say next, whether he should apologize for being harsh or just get up and leave now. Until Ella opened her mouth and begun to talk. "Because it has. I’m sorry, I’m a little drunk," she has started to explain. Then she stopped and mason finally looked back up at her. He watched her down most of the drink he had bought for her, before he even knew who he was buying for. He was about to open his mouth to apologize, when she started speaking again. "I do have to catch you up on a lot, you know." she sounded angry and mason was slightly taken aback. He kept his eyes on her, waiting to see where this was going. All the preparation in the world couldn't have prepped mason for what Ella was about to say next. "You know I was pregnant, right?” followed by a chuckle. He felt like his heart had been ripped out of his chest. He wanted to throw up, cause a big scene, but a crowded bar was not the place to do that. He should've run when she had first looked at him. He could have been in the safe haven of the back seat of his limo right now. His life the same as it had been these past years. He realized he had been holding his breath and exhaled. "Lilly is her name, she looks just like you." she made solid eye contact with him as she stated that last sentence. Mason felt like the room had been flipped completely upside down. This had to be fake. This had to have been some story she made up to hurt him even more. Could that have been why she left? How could she have done that to him? He was being completely selfish right now and he knew it, but all the questions that had flooded his mind before were gone. He was completely lost for words. A drunk guy accidentally elbowed mason's back at the bar. He looked over his shoulder at him and muttered out some curse words. Turning his attention back to Ella, he still had no idea how to handle the stuff she had just told him. He wanted to leave, either with her or by himself. He certainly wasn't ready to meet a child right now, if that was even true. He finally spoke; “I’m sorry.” was all he managed to mumble out. "I really am sorry." he said it again, louder this time. And with that he stood to his feet, dropped some cash on the bar, and walked away. Maybe he would text her tomorrow, or later on tonight. Right now, he needed to be by himself. and when you say, i'm not okay. i left my phone in the cab, now you can't get me.

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[ELLA MAE DAVENPORT]

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the look on his face was priceless, as much as she shouldnt have, ella couldnt help but chuckle. she was drunk so this wasnt like her. she rolled her eyes and drank the rest of her drink waving the glass at the bartender another one mister bar man she smiled as he filled it, shaking his head. ella was spiralling out of control and this night was either going to end in the cops being called ,or her passing out somewhere and waking up robbed and scared. she looked back at mason, drinking her drink as she waited for him to speak. she normally wouldnt have acted like that, and she hoped that he knew that, she just couldnt stop herself from saying the things she was. alcohol really got to her.

nothing? no response at all? not like you mase ella looked back at the bar, drinking her drink some more. she was going to throw up, she knew it. but when she looked back mason was standing up and leaving. wa- she looked at him as he left. then at the bartender who simply shook his head. shit shit shit ella murmured out multiple more curses before standing up. but the room was playing tricks on her. it started spinning and she grabbed onto the bar for support. she was going to throw up, it was certain. she looked around and the bartender pointed to the bathroom. she nearly collapsed into the stall, face in the toilet.

after a few moments and alot of alcohol coming back to make a visit ella emerged from the restroom, she had washed her face and thrown a mint in her mouth. she was also starting to sober up. realizing what she had did she paniced. hoping that mason hadnt left you, maybe his limo driver or butler got lost. all she could do was hope. shuffling through the bar she was stopped at the door by a tall teenage boy, who looked to be about two sizes bigger then her. he was talking in a deep voice but ella didnt pay any mind if you'll excuse me sir- she tried pushing past him but he grabbed her arm.

oh no, ella was not one to be man handled when drunk. feeling a rage flow through her body she was pissed. she had just vomitted, made an ass out of herself, and now this guy was harassing her. she snatched her arm and looked at him. taking her foot she jammed her heel into his toe. the guy nearly screamed and moved out of her way. ella stumbled out of the door and into the street. the cold air hit her face hard. she stood at the exit looking around for mason. her vision was blurry and she just wanted to sleep. the door behind her slammed shut and the gentleman was behind her, with a rage in his face. ella looked at him and flipped him off, spitting on him. the next thing she knew she was facing the ground, he had slapped her. she just sat there, she didnt want to move, no infact she simply just wanted to die.



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