Forever And Always (Ariana Grande Love Story

There's No Place Like Home

(Ariana's POV)

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN HE'S NOT IN THE ROOM?!" I yelled to the doctors.

"He's gone. He either ran away or his parents finally came."

"Ran away?? He can't eve-" I paused

"Wait what do you mean his parents finally took him??"

"Ma'am he had a serious injury. We had to contact his parents it was only matter of time before we had to contact social security"

"But wouldn't his parents sign him out and let you know?? You don't think they'd just take him without telling you do you!"

"Ma'am it's possibility. We're trying our best to consider all options. And well.."

"Well what?"

"It's just his condition was severe.. There was no way he could walk let alone get up."

"What are you saying?" I panicked

"I'm saying he might have been taken"

Taken. Taken.

I don't know much about his parents or his living situation but I'm pretty sure they're not good people, considering he was homeless for awhile.

I started pacing back and forth. I tried to think of what to do. Tony had no idea who would take him or how he got away.

"Proof" I said quietly

"Yes"

"How...well what were your parents like?"

"I don't remember to be honest. I know Drake's mother... I mean our mother wasn't the best. He's still never told me what she's done."

"Like never? Weren't you there for it?" I asked curiously.

"Well no. Drake took care of me every since I was born basically. And he was only 3 so I don't remember much. I just remember him telling me that he took me and ran away when he was 10."

"When he was 10???" Oh my god. If his parents took him this can't be good.

He nodded and then looked down.

"I just hope he's safe. I wanted so badly to tell him that I forgive him and that I love him." Proof said sadly.

Tears started forming out of his eyes.

"I just hope" he started sobbing.

I held him close to me as I let him cry on to my shoulders.

"It's okay Proof, Drake knows. He knows." I said softly

"I just love him so much" he said with tears streaming down his cheeks.

"And he loves you too don't worry. He'll be back." I said trying not to cry.

(Drakes POV:)

"Bitch I thought I told you to make the fucking dinner!"

I heard a gritty mans voice yell. I could hear his voice almost choking through his own words. Must be from all that crack he's probably still on.

"I'm fucking getting it ready just sit your lazy impatient ass down!!" I heard my mother say.

I put my fingers in my ears in frustration and laid my head under a pillow. This brought me back to when I was 4 years old.

This same exact room actually.

I looked around. Nothing changed. Mother always had me sleep down here.