Forever And Always (Ariana Grande Love Story

Half Truths and Broken Hearts

Drake's POV:

I sat there in despair staring at Proof as he was sleeping. He looked so peaceful. His face was still and his body spread across the bed. I put my head in my heads and slid my body against the wall. What I have I done. I don't know how I'm going to explain this to him when he gets up. Do I tell another lie? Could I ever tell him the truth? How am I suppose to explain everything to him. I can't even explain it to myself. Everything that happened around me, I just grew up to it. I didn't know the difference.....

"UUUHHH" I moaned to myself. I saw Proof flutter his eyes. Damn it, I must of been loud. He stretched his bweakened body out. I could see the dry tears still on his cheeks. Damn it. I left out a soft sigh.

"How are you feeling." I got up and sat on the end of the bed.

"I feel more calmer.... I didn't mean to snap at you like that." He sat up looking at me apologetically. I knew I had to tell him the truth. I wouldn't tell him about my past. I couldn't, I just can't. No one can know.

"Proof come here" I brought him closer to my side. Here we go.

"Your mother was actually my older sister."

I could feel the confusion in his eyes.

"You're not my brother, you're my nephew. You're father, was a drug addict and he was an alcoholic."

I paused trying to recollect my thoughts. I needed to say this easily enough for him to understand. I stared out to the window for a second, and back to his impatient eyes.

"He abused your mother. Like physically...it was bad. I don't want to get into detail for you, but basically one day.." I held back my tears. "Um." I started messing my fingers, not wanting to look at his eyes. "Your father was..hitting..your mom. And he pulled out a gun." I paused at every breath. I looked at the ground, images of my sister and her boyfriend started running through my head. I saw my 3 year old body screaming and crying as I watched the two of them. I shook my thoughts and looked back at proof.

"He shot your mother in the heart and then he shot himself in the head. Leaving you on the bed." I felt wetness on the sides of my cheek. I tried wiping my tears away.

"W-w" he tried struggling for a sentence. He continued on.

"So you're my uncle.. What about your mom..." His eyebrows raised up." my?"

"Your grandmother" I finished for him.

"My grandmother.." He looked down.

"Why didn't she help raise me?"

"She didn't even raise me. Let alone thinking about raising you." I tried holding back my anger for my mother.

"I raised you. I had to go out and steal diapers and clothes and food for you." I continued.

"I had to get out of the house, it wasn't safe for any of us. And mom didn't think twice about trying to get me to stay." I looked out the window again.

"So I took you with me and I started raising you as best as I could out there." I waited to hear for a response. We sat there in a silence for what seemed like an eternity.

"Get out"

"What?"

"I said get out! I don't want you here!"

"Proof, you said you wanted the truth! Why are you mad at ME for it?"

"NO YOU LIED TO ME ALL MY LIFE AND NOW YOU DECIDE TO TELL ME THE TRUTH AFTER I HAD A BREAKDOWN."