𝐀𝐫𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐝 𝐎𝐟 𝐌𝐞 𝐌𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐲?

𝟐𝟏

(Next day)

Ariana's POV

My mom was arrested.

Not Billie.

My other mom.

My better mom.

I don't really know how to feel right now.

I barely even know what happened.

All the cops told me was to remain calm and everything would be okay.

They said I could come in today to answer some questions but they wont tell me anything.

Billie and her mom have been comforting me the whole day.

Billie wont let me out of her arms and her mom keeps making me food.

I cant even eat right now.

We've been in her bed all day watching cartoons to hopefully 'make me feel better'.

But I cant get my mind off mom. 

I cant think of anything she did wrong.

She's a sweet woman, she would never do anything to hurt anyone.

Hopefully whatever she did isn't too serious.

"Billie, the cops called. They want you and Ariana at the station!" Maggie knocked on Billie's door.

Finally.

"Alright!" Billie called back.

I was already dressed and so was she, so all we had to do was drive there.

We left the house and got in her car, driving all the way to the police station.

Not long after, both of us had eventually arrived and went inside.

God I hope mom's okay.

"Hi, we're here for Joan Grande," Billie spoke to the woman at the front desk.

"Your names please?"

"Billie Eilish O'Connell and Ariana Grande O'Connell." She answered rushingly.

The bored lady looked through her papers for our names.

"Mhm, upstairs, third door to you're left."

We did as told and went upstairs.

Billie seemed more worried than I was, though.

I don't know why but I really don't care. All I care about is mom.

"Eilish, Grande, over here please." An officer called for us.

It was the same officer who arrested mom.

We both walked over to him as he lead us to separate rooms.

I'm so confused.

Why is he separating us?

I thought all we were here for was to find out why my mom was arrested.

"Hi, Ariana. I'm officer Klein but you can just call me Kelecia, alright? I'm just here to ask you a few questions if that's okay with you."

She sat me down on a cold, metal chair with a cold metal table between us.

"I guess... um- what's gonna happen with my mom?" I asked anxiously.

"Well actually, that's what we're here for. Your answers to my questions well depend on whether or not we take both your moms to jail or not." Both? What do they want with Billie?