Ariana Grande Mom Imagines

Runaway PT4

Shhhhh I secretly wrote this without Cleici. She don't know. Shhhhhhh.

Y/N POV:

I woke up with a start as I heard sirens blare in the distance.

Immediately i shot up in my seat and tried to start the car, unfortunately with failure. I gave up, grabbed my bag, and hopped out of the car. I ran down the road away from the police cars that I heard approaching fast. A car door opened and shut, making me sprint faster.

"Hey kid! Stop!" I heard a voice yell.

I ignored them and kept running down the dirt street. Footsteps pounded behind me and I stumbled and fell due to a tree root poking out. Cursing under my breath, I scrambled upright, only to be grabbed around my waist and pulled backwards. 

"Gah! Let go of me!" I screamed, thrashing around.

"Hey, calm down! I am trying to help you!" A stern male voice shouted in my ear, making me freeze. 

I went stiff in his grip and his arms relaxed, but he didn't release me. Slowly he walked me back to his car and set me in the passenger seat. He buckled me in and then kneeled down next to me. 

"You are Y/N Grande, correct?" He asked, smiling at me.

I nodded weakly and lowered my head, trying to suppress tears.

"You're gonna take me home, aren't you." I stated more than a question.

"Yeah, I am. Your family is worried sick, and your mom sent 8 search teams out for you. Why would you run off like this?" He asked, handing me a glass of water.

I took a sip and sighed, resting my hands on my thighs.

"I ran away because...." I trailed off, not wanting to talk about my relationship with my mom.

He raise his eyebrows at me and I cracked.

"Family issues. I'm having a family issue."

He nodded and closed the passenger door. He walked around and slipped into the driver seat and started the car. I watched as we pulled away from the hijacked car and my freedom.

The drive was long and silent, and I fell asleep for most of it. We arrived at a police station around 10 in the morning. The officer walked around and helped me out of the car, grabbing my bag from the back seat. 

I glanced up and groaned, seeing the familiar white Range Rover that my mom drives. The officer walked me up to the door and opened it to reveal a sad sight.

My mom was clearly crying profusely a bit ago, my uncle Frankie was trying his best to comfort her, Courtney, my mother's best friend, was pacing around in circles, and my grandmother was seemingly asking another officer about me.

They all heard the door open and immediately looked up to see me. Every single pair of eyes widened and they all gasped. Before I could say anything I was engulfed in a warm, comforting hug from my mom. 

"Oh Y/N, I'm so glad you back." She said, kissing my head.

She went to pull away but I had my arms tight around her and was refusing to let go. She sighed and leaned into the hug, making sure I was safe in her arms. 

For some reason, I didn't want to let go. Sure, she was a bitch mom and barely paid attention to me at all, but my heart was saying repeatedly:

You love her, and she loves you more. Don't let go.

Eeeeeee

Don't kill me pls myloveforari

I think this chapter was cute, but the editing is kinda bad cause I'm rly tired and need sleep.

Good nighttt! 💜