𝐂𝐑𝐘ᵃʳⁱᵃⁿᵃ ᵍʳᵃⁿᵈᵉ

nineteen

2 months ago

my eyes snapped open, meeting the darkness of the bedroom. my phone blared on my bedside table and i groaned, lazily rolling over to grab it.

my eyebrows furrowed at the contact, and i checked the time. why was miles, of all people, calling me at four in the morning?

i sat up slightly and answered his call, holding my phone to my ear. "miles?"

i heard him breathing heavily, the soft sound of tires against the road in the background.

"a-ariana, um, we have y/n with us," he said, his voice shaky. my face scrunched in confusion and i looked over to y/n's side, noticing it empty.

"what do you mean? i didn't even know she left...?" i asked, slowly pulling myself up. "did you guys go out or something and she forgot to tell me?"

miles sighed roughly. "uh, no. ariana, has y/n been acting—fuck, i don't know...weird lately? not herself?"

i frowned, thinking back to how odd she had been acting. her mood swings, her irritability, her lashing out.

"um...yes. why?"

miles let out a sound that sounded like a small cry. "fuck. i shouldn't...tell you this on the phone. uh, we're two minutes out."

my stomach dropped at his strange secrecy. i quickly walked downstairs and opened the door, leaning against the doorframe to watch the road.

"did something happen to her? is she okay?" i clasped my hand over my stomach, thinking of the twins upstairs.

"she...y/n's...she's sick, ariana." miles sniffled loudly, the sound foreign to me. i'm not sure i'd ever heard miles cry once.

i stepped just outside the door as bright headlights turned onto the street. the gate was already opened and i watched nervously as miles pulled into the long driveway.

the call ended as the driver side door opened and miles stepped out, dressed in sweats and a messy t-shirt, like he had just woken up.

he looked up and saw me, frowning deeply. he walked up to me and took me by the shoulders, his silence scaring me.

"miles, what happened?" i asked, tears beginning to form in my eyes.

miles' frown impossibly deepened. "y/n...y/n called me about an hour ago, freaking out. she was crying, and i could hardly understand her. she told me that she needed help and she needed me to get her at some club. when we got there, she..."

he trailed off, lowering his head.

i held onto his arms that held my shoulders in place, trying to stabilize myself. "miles. please."

miles nodded, lifting his head and showing his bloodshot eyes. "she was drunk, ariana. really drunk, and really high. too high."

my heart dropped to my stomach. i thought back to the day in the basement, how drunk she had gotten and how smoked out the basement was. how she lashed out on me.

"on what? high on what, miles?"

miles sighed, his hand slowly leaving my shoulder and dipping into his pocket. he closed his fist around something and shakily raised it to me, uncurling his fingers. just in his palm sat a small plastic bag filled to the brim with white powder.

i heard myself gasp and felt the churning of my stomach. my eyes burned holes into the bag until miles shoved it back into his sweatpants.

"no. no, miles. she wouldn't. you know she wouldn't," i whispered, more to myself than him.