𝔾ℝ𝔼𝔼𝔻𝕐 (an Ariana Grande x Y/n story)

Chapter 17 (giving in)

-Y/n POV-

This was the worst week of my entire life and I don't know why I thought it be good. From the fact Ariana kidnapped me and kept me and cut me off from the world should've been a giant red flag.

But I tried to make the most out of it. But Ariana being Ariana that crazy bitch. Ruined everything on the second day.

And then I had to spend three fucking nights in solitary confinement because I stood up for myself. And I will admit hitting Ariana was wrong you should never do others what you wouldn't want to be done to you.

But I doubt even if I didn't Ariana would've put me in there.

From the three days and nights I've been in there I got sick mentally and physically because no surprise that bitch was cold and I only had a blanket to keep me warm. For some strange reason, Ariana took my clothes away like the weirdo she was.

The meals were whatever she ate which meant they were vegan so let's cross off the lack of usual nutrition from the list. There were no windows in the room since it was once storage and I was only let out if I needed to use the bathroom.

So let's now cross with the lack of sunlight and fresh oxygen.

And finally, the only thing I had to keep me company was a picture of Ariana.

I remembered how I'd spend all day talking to that picture reminiscing on the times when Ariana wasn't crazy and actually loved me. Though people don't usually become crazy so I guess it was only a matter of time before it happened.

I wish I could tell anyone about it but I doubt anyone would believe. And plus Ariana turned my holding cell back into a storage room so there wasn't much proof for me to use.

I was ready to run away. I knew that I couldn't do much when it came to showing the world about Ariana's abuse. Not like most of them would care.

Ariana's music is addictive and even if she went to jail people would still listen to her. And like if people still listen to R Kelly then they will definitely still listen to Ariana.

Wouldn't be surprised if she had cellmates who were die-hard arianators. So in the end all I could hope was to get away from her.

"Baby I'm back." I rolled my eyes and forced a smile "I'm in the living room." Ariana poked her head in and then ran to my side. "What are you doing."

"Work." Ariana pouted "You always doing work." Yeah, how else am I going to get money? "Well, I had to put off a ton shit when you know who surprised me with a vacation." Ariana sighed and laid her down on my lap.

"Baby there is something I need to tell you," Ariana said taking my attention away from the computer in front of me. "What's up."

"I got the role you know for wicked."

"For real I'm so happy for you!" Just because I wanted to leave Ariana didn't mean I wouldn't be happy for her "What's wrong you don't look happy."

Ariana sat up "I am happy it's just that. The shooting takes place in London and Australia. And I won't be able to fly back to America for maybe months."

Tears start flowing down Ariana's face and I wipe them away "Hey no tears it's a time for celebration." Ariana nodded her head and cuddled up next to me "So when do you leave."