she doesn't love me

Y/n going to therapy?

Ariana's pov
We're in Cancun. This is amazing, I've missed this so much. I've got a huge yacht that it's like a house for us cause, well if we can have privacy why not? I just hope we'll have a good time here for these three days we're staying here.
- Hey mom. - Y/n says coming to me, and sits next to me in her cute bikini.
- Wow you're looking cute! - I say smiling.
- I wanna laaaay on the sun. - She sings and I laugh.
- Go ahead babygirl.
- Mom, just to let you know, Alison is fighting with dad cause she put a string bikini and-
- WHAT?
- Geez mom don't yell. She's just thinking she's 18 when really she's 11. Kinda pathetic right? - Y/n says looking at me smirking.
- Damn Y/n, seriously? - I ask standing up.
- If I were you I'd go before dad does something he'll regret later. Like, I'm not kidding he's really mad.
- I'm going. - I mumble.
- They're at the kitchen. - She says and I nod, going to the kitchen and damn, I can't even understand what they're saying that much cause they're yelling at the same time. - STOP! YOU TWO, STOP RIGHT NOW.
- Ariana, look at her! - Dalton says pointing at Alison.
- Alison go change it. You know you're not allowed.
- But mom! No one's gonna see it we're alone here!
- Alison, go right now before I make you wear a swim suit and no bikini's allowed ever again.
- But this is a bikini. - Alison mutters and I roll my eyes.
- This is a grown up bikini, and it's gonna take us a few years to allow you to use it. Go. - I say and she finally goes. I sigh and stare at Dalton. - You need to learn how to be harsh on the girls.
- I already kinda know how I mean, I'm getting better. - He says and I chuckle. He is indeed getting better, but he's far from enough, and I'm maybe too much. Great balance right?
- Is it better? - Alison asks with the biggest attitude ever as she came back with a proper bikini on.
- Yes it is better, and fix that attitude before I fix it myself. And don't you dare roll your eyes at me little girl. - I say when I notice she was about to do that. - Alright let's go, Y/n's waiting.
We go to the swimming pool and for the first time the girls actually have a nice time together, they're having fun splashing water at each other. I kinda feel bad cause I know I was the one that prevented this from happening earlier, always excluding Y/n. But again. Maybe it was for the best cause Alison would probably always do something and get Y/n in trouble. I know damn well she's just "behaving" and not blaming Y/n for something because now she knows I know, but to be honest, mainly because of how bad she wants to quit therapy. Not happening so fast, but...
- ALRIGHT GUYS, LUNCH IS READY! - Dalton yells and we all sit on the table, except Y/n who's still swimming. - Y/N, AREN'T YOU COMING?
- NAH I'M GOOD, I ATE A SNACK WHEN I WOKE UP.
- LIAR! WE WOKE UP THE SAME TIME AND WE WERE WATCHING TV TOGETHER ALL THE TIME, THE ONLY THING YOU DRANK WAS WATER! - Alison yells back at her, also making sure of course that we know Y/n just lied.
- SHUT THE FUCK UP ALISON, YOU LITTLE TATTLETALE! - Y/n yells and I walk toward the pool. I kneel down at the poolside facing Y/n.
- Don't talk like that with your sister. Why did you lie to us, said you ate when you didn't? - I ask her sighing. I know why but...
- I just didn't want you to force me to eat.
- I'd never force you to eat as long as I see you're eating healthy. If you're not hungry now that's fine but later, you gotta eat. Don't ever lie again. - I say to her and she nods. I get up smacking my lips. I know she's gonna lie a lot about food and eating.

Y/n's pov
- Alison, why the fuck did you tell mom and dad I didn't eat? - I barge into her room and ask her.
- Cause that's the truth! And you're so skinny, if you keep going this way you're gonna turn into a skeleton and get sick. - She says crossing her arms and I smirk. That's a compliment to me.
- Well first, thank you. And second, like you care. - I say rolling my eyes. She couldn't care less if I get sick.
- I don't care but I'm just warning you, I'd hate to see you having to stop dancing and not competing because you can't even walk without being dizzy and I'd say, one more month that you don't eat, that's what's gonna happen. - She says provoking me, sarcastically. I smack my lips looking at her with anger.
- Don't worry. I'm pretty healthy and I do eat. - I say through gritted teeth.
- Yeah sure. Whatever. - She says and leaves her room. I just stand there wondering. I'm just losing a few pounds, nothing big and I'm still healthy, nothing bad will happen. And if I ever purge, that's because I'm kind of being forced to eat. Which is what is gonna happen after dinner.