Ariana Grande Mom Imagines

Runaway PT3

Y/N POV

I take a deep breath before taking a quick shower. I know my mom will probably get home late but I don't wanna risk her getting home while I'm still here.

When I'm done I pack a bag with a change of clothes, a bottle of water and some money in case I need it.

I walk to the front door and turn back looking at what once was my home, guess it's not going to be anymore.

And then I leave.

I walk to an old park where there's no one and see a car there. I don't wanna steal it but I kind of have to. I have nowhere to sleep and a car would be great.

I never stole anything, I was always good. But fuck it, my mom doesn't even recognize my good behavior.

I finally manage to open the door with the help of a clip that I luckily had and drive some good streets away until I feel it's safe for me to stop and sleep for awhile.

I look at my phone and I don't see any texts or calls from my mom. I decide to just turn it off cause I don't want her to bother me, and then I drift off to sleep.

A few hours later.

I wake up and it's now night time. No one's on the streets.

I drive around, farther away from home, and wonder if my mom got home and if she noticed I'm gone.

As I drive for about one hour I spot a cafe and I have a battle with myself to decide if I go there or not.

Since I'm really hungry and got some money I stop, out my hood on, trying to unrecognizable, and go inside the cafe. I order a coffee and an avocado toast.

While I'm waiting, I look up at the small TV that hung above my table. In large, red letters my name displayed on screen. From what I could tell, as the sound was off, my mother was looking for me and had sent out a search party. Now it was all over the news and I've been reported missing. 

"Dammit." I whispered under my breath.

I placed a 20 down on the table and hurried out of the small cafe. On the way out I noticed some people staring at me curiously. I couldn't tell if they knew who I was or if they were wondering why a 16 year old girl was alone in a diner at 9:00 on a Saturday night. 

I rushed into the car I totally didn't steal and sped out of the parking lot. I drove for hours on end, not caring where I was going. Eventually I found an old back road and pulled off to the side of it. I wrapped myself up in my sweater and sighed.

After a few minutes I gave up on trying to sleep and grabbed my phone. I turned it on and gasped slightly.

I had almost 40 missed calls from worried friends and horrified family members. I had received like a hundred texts from my mom frantically asking where I was and if I was ok. The last text I got from her said:

Y/N I don't know where you went or if you are ok but please come home

I suppressed a sob and turned my phone back off, throwing it into the passenger seat. I stared up at the glittering moon and let out a shaky breath.

What do I do now?

This was written by myloveforari and was edited/written by me. 

Please please please check her out she is soooooo good at writing like you don't know.

Anyways I hope y'all enjoyed this chapter. 🥸

I may post PT4 tonight 🤷‍♀️