Ariana Grande Mom Imagines

PCIT

(What is PCIT? Parent-child interaction therapy (PCIT) is an evidence-based behavior parent training treatment for young children with emotional and behavioral disorders that places emphasis on improving the quality of the parent-child relationship and changing parent-child interaction patterns.)

Y/N Age: 16 1/2

Y/N POV:

I sighed and lifted my head from my desk when I heard a soft knock at my door.

"Y/N..honey, it's me." I heard my mom call out. 

I groaned and put my head back down as she opened my door and walked in. A warm hand ran up and down my back, making me close my eyes. Her lips pressed against my cheek and she gently pulled me upright.

"Sweetheart, we are heading out now." She whispered in my ear. 

I shook my head and wriggled away from her grip, closing my eyes again.

"No, I don't wanna go to stupid family therapy." I said, hiding my face in my hands.

She sighed and pulled me upright again, this time being a bit more forceful.

"See this is why we need to go. This relationship between you, Dalton and I, it just isn't working." 

Somehow Mom got me into the car, Dad watching us weirdly from the driver seat, and we set off to 'Therapy'. The drive was 30 agonizing minutes as both of my parents would mutter to each other and glance at me repeatedly. We eventually pulled into a driveway of a small, urban, city house. 

I shoved the car door open and dragged my feet along the brick path leading up to the house. My mother jogged in front of me, almost like she was excited. My father walked beside me, staring at his phone as we made our way to the door. 

Mom knocked on the wooden postern and rocked on her feet. After a few seconds the door creaked open to reveal a woman in her late 40s early 50s. She had a caring face and smiled warmly when she saw us. 

"Ah, the Gomez's! Please, come in and make yourselves welcome." She said, moving aside so we could enter. 

My parents returned her smile and headed inside. I hesitated, wondering if I could just run off. The lady looked at me with her dull green eyes and motioned for me to come in. I gave her a small smile and hurried in. 

I walked into a pastel green kitchen with a cute round table and a cream trim. I stood there awkwardly and glanced around, looking everywhere but someone's face. Gingerly, I sat down on a poofy chair and noticed that a cup of water was poured for me.

"Thanks for having us today Barb, I really appreciate it." My Mom said, addressing the woman.

"It's nothing Ari, I'm glad you are here. Shall we get started?" Barb said, grinning around.

My parents nodded eagerly while I rolled my eyes. She pulled out a note book and a pen, turning to my mother.

"So, what seems do be the major problem in your relationship with your daughter?"

"Well, we just don't communicate well. We argue, we bicker, and we don't work together. And honestly I don't know what I, sorry we, could've done. She just doesn't cooperate." My mom said, glancing at me slightly.

"I see," Barb said, scribbling something down. "Y/N, can you tell me how you feel?" 

All eyes were on me now and I suddenly felt very pressed. 

"Uhh, well um..." I stuttered and trailed off when my dad raised an eyebrow at me.

"Don't look at them sweetie, look at me." Barb said, snapping her fingers lightly.

"Oh, ok. Being honest, I don't know what is the real problem. I do what I'm asked, I follow directions. And it's not like I'm being disobedient in school, you can check my grades if you'd like." 

Barb narrowed her eyes at me and shook her head, gesturing me to continue.

"I think I just need alone time, which I get. But at the same time I also want to spend time with my parents but t-they are always working and I barely see them, only for dinner and chores." I stumbled on my words slightly, staring at the floor.

"So," Barb said, "My next and actually final question for you, because I know your parents are fine, but..."

"Are you ok Y/N?"

I pondered for a second, scratching my thigh. Everything around me seemed to sink in. I don't spend time with my parents, my friends seem to only like me because I'm famous, I never cooperate because I'm taking my anger and sadness out on them and I've just completely given up. 

"I'm....out of it." I said quietly, not meeting gazes.

The session ended with my parents muttering to Barb profusely. The ride home was silent and stressful. It had become late and the stars specked the sky like snow on a mountains edge. I started to drift off to sleep when I felt the car stop and park. I realized when had reached home and got out of the car quickly. 

As soon as I got in the house I jogged up the stairs two at a time to my room. I left my door open a crack, as that is one of the rules in our house, and flopped onto my bed. A couple minutes later I hear three soft knocks on my door.

"Come in." I said in a small voice. 

Both of my parents walk in, my mother looking like she cried a bit and my father looking pissed off. 

"Y/N we need to ta-" "Did I do something?" I interrupted, feeling frightened.

I must've had a scared look on my face because Moms face softened and she came and hugged me carefully. I let my eyes flutter close and leaned into her arms, making her hold me tighter.

"No, you did nothing of the sort. We just wanted to say that we are sorry, so sorry. We never meant to push you away." She said, kissing my head. 

Dad came around and hugged us both, making me feel safer. 

"We love you so, so much Y/N." He said, pulling me closer.

"I..love...you toooo..." I whispered very quietly, as sleep was pressed down on me. 

"What was that junebug?" Mom questioned, brushing my hair out of my face.

All that came out of my mouth was a hum and a yawn. She giggled and rocked me back and forth in her lap, coaxing me to sleep. I snuggled into her warm touch and sighed, drifting off into slumber.

Ah

Goodnight

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