Life As Ariana Grande's Little Sister

Chapter 30: Friend In Need

Aliana's POV

Since the day I was captured I've recieved nothing but utter pain from all the beatings that she said I deserved for stealing Greyson away from her. I've never imagined the day that I'd be in this kind of pain, this is worse than those car crashes. Yes, this is awfully worse.

A cackling sound resurfaced when my eyes flutter open. I tried my hardest to return to my deep slumber but I couldn't. I was lying on a cold, rough ground with splashes of blood around me, my blood. I couldn't help but cringe and shiver at the sight of it. I'm in so much pain than feeling the vase smash against my head at my birthday.

"Ah, good you're awake. Are you now willing to talk to your sister and surrender herself to me?" I shuddered at the sound of her voice, but I couldn't make myself weak in front of that monster.

"Not now, not ever." I spat acidly as I glowered at the girl above me.

Morgan smirks and landed a kick on my stomach. I felt my insides churning with pain, but I didn't scream. I couldn't anymore; I was so weak. Instead I twisted in pain and brought my knees higher upto my chest and tried to clutch on my severely aching stomach.

"You're never going to learn," She sneered at me, wickedness apparent in her eyes, "and I thought you were the brightest teenage pop star that pathetic Hollywood has ever seen. Maybe you aren't Ariana Grande's sister, after all, she isn't calling you anymore, right?"

I didn't flinch. I didn't move a muscle. I didn't speak.

She growled, "You'll talk to Ariana today, and make her come to you. And then I'll kill her and you're free. That simple," She said easily, "is that so hard to do? But of course if you enjoy the beating I'd happily oblige to your needs."

I stayed still and refrained from crying in pain. I lied there still and my whole body oozing with pain.

"So, that's it? You're choosing your own death over your sister's?" She said before chuckling. "There's nothing more pathetic than non-sense love."

"You're just so cowardly to love, Morgan, and you don't have the heart to." I spoke with a hoarse voice.

She glared at me and spat in distaste at her, "That's a pathetic excuse of a reason to fuck people." She growls. "There's nothing more viler than love."

"You're just weak and a cowa - "

SLAP.

"Don't tell me I'm a coward, you filthy slut." Morgan growls as she aims to slap me again.

"And hitting a person isn't cowardly? You're a pathetic excuse of a woman, you monster." I bit back.

SLAP. SLAP.

"You're going to speak to your stupid sister, and I'll kill you both, tonight."

"I'm never going to let you! Kill me, but don't touch her."

She smirks, "So valiant and brave, but so incredulously stupid for caring." She spat filled with distaste in her words, "This is what love gives to you, trouble and a lot of bullshit."

I stared at her dead in the eye with so much hate I could muster. Anger and hate boiled up inside me as I continued to glower at the cowardice girl. She's so pathetic.

"You'll talk to Ariana or I'll force you to speak with her." She growls before turning.

"Fuck you." I spat as anger overcame my system.

Her smirk grew wilder, "Okay, so what? You should hurry up and speak to your sister before I kill you. And oh, I have your phone. I'll be dialing your parents in awhile."