Ariana's POV: I didn't think I would have to see that man again. But I never thought he would be the father of my lover. This was horrible. The pain was surreal. No emotions were towards Ricky, he had nothing to do with it. It's just the thought that I know he's the son of my rapist. Ricky would never do anything like that to me anyways. Not without my permission. I love Ricky. He wouldn't deserve a bad attitude or the silent treatment just because of who his father is. Ricky is not his father.
I was already up and getting dressed to go to the stadium. I wanted Ricky to have 10 more minutes of rest since he was complaining of a headache earlier.
"Ricky baby, wake up." I kissed his forehead. He woke up with red eyes and bags under his eyes. He seemed stressed.
"Hey Ariana." He smirked. Ariana? That's not my name. I mean it is, but he's suppose to call me baby most of the time. I felt a weird vibe. Not a bad one but a more curious one. Like does he still want to me with me?
He took a shower and got dressed also. I found out I was on my period. So I might be a little emotional. I started to think if he still loved me because he didn't call me baby like normal. In the back of my mind something was telling me I was over exaggerating.
"Ready?" He asked putting his shoes on.
"Yeah."
It was an awkward silence as we waited for the driver to pick us up. I started to push my feelings away and think of positive things like the show tonight.
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The crowd was amazing. I loved the vibe my babies were giving me. Without them, I wouldn't be here.
"How ya'll feeling tonight?" I smiled. All I heard were screams of excitement.
The next song that was coming up was 'vogue', the song where Ricky and I normally kiss.
I sang the words to the song and walked over to Ricky preparing for us to kiss. When I leaned in for the kiss he didn't kiss me. Fans still went crazy because from afar it still seemed like we did. We were close to but not at the same time. That's when I knew something was up.
After the show I went to my dressing room and changed into some comfortable joggers and a crop top.
I was on my phone.
Me: Ricky come to my dressing room.
Ricky: K.
He just sent me a fucking 'K'. Are you kidding me? My emotions were everywhere and I just got so mad.
Sooner he walked into my room.
"We need to talk like right now."
"What's up Ariana?"
"Stop it. Stop calling me Ariana. You know that I'm more than Ariana to you."
He looked at me and then looked down at the floor.
"Ricky what's wrong. Talk to me. I feel like you don't want anything to do with me anymore." I walked over to him picking his head up, making him look into my eyes. My eyes got watery.
"I-I'm just sad. The man I loved and looked up to turned out to be the worst person on this planet." He started to cry, making me cry.
"I loved him, he made me the man I am today and for him to turn around and stab me in the fucking back like that hurts man." His tears became tears of anger.
"I'm so ashamed and hurt by that. I don't mean to put my anger out on you Ariana I really don't. I love you so much. Don't ever think I don't. I just need to take some time to myself and take everything in." He let go of me. When he did I felt so unsafe. He was basically telling me we needed a brake.
"Ricky I love you so much. I'll let you take some time to yourself but don't tell me this is the last time I'll call you mine." I cried. I didn't want to let him go but I knew he needed space to think and rehabilitate.
"I promise you Ariana. This will not be the last time I'll call you mine. Your still mine baby. I just need alone time." He hugged me tighter.
"I love you Ricky." I wiped my tears.
"I love you too Ariana."
He walked out the room and I was now alone. I bursted out crying. My baby isn't with me.
