royalty sucks | jariana

fourteen- too late.

— chapter 14 —

too late.

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third person.

"stop! please!" ariana yelled as zayn punched her for what seemed like the 500th time.

why did she have to go through all this? he was torturing her for hours now, and she could still not find the reason why.

she was on the verge of unconsciousness, the only thing she could manage to do was plead for him to stop.

her heartbeat was going slower by the second. she didn't want this to be the end. she didn't want to die in an abandoned house with her abusive ex. she was still 22, she had her whole life planned out.

but with all the cuts and bruises she had received in these past hours, she just had to accept it.

as he delivered one more cut on her back, her eyelids fluttered closed.

she could only hope she can open her eyes once again.

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justin's pov

the endless amounts of guilt that piled up within me were unbearable.

i wish i had known that would've been the last time i had seen her. i wish i could've confessed my love one last time before she was taken away from me.

my thoughts were interrupted by a scream coming from behind me.

"mr. bieber and mr. and mrs. grande, we have found the location in which ariana is being held captive in!" one of the crew from the search party yelled.

the guiltiness i was feeling before had changed into anger and suspense. "where is it? i'm going there right now!" i yelled, letting out my frustration and anger.

"b-but sir w-"

"just give me the damn location!" i yelled once again, growing impatient by the second.

as he gave me the location, i ran out the door, not thinking twice.

please ariana. be okay.

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ariana's pov

my eyelids opened again, and i was happy for a millisecond until i realized where i was.

"now for the grand finale." he chuckled as he started unbuttoning his pants.

my eyes widened. "n-no. please..." i whispered, tears in my eyes.

he grabbed my throat, punching me in the stomach as well. i barely yelped in pain. i was numb. i couldn't feel anything anymore.

as he put his hands around my pants, the rusty door flew open, revealing justin and policemen around him.

"get your dirty hands off her!" he yelled, running up to zayn and punching him in the head until he knocked down unconscious.

i could feel my eyelids drooping. was this really it? was i really saved?

as the policemen took zayn, justin ran up to me, kneeling down on the floor.

"ariana! i-i'm so damn sorry i-i-"

i cut him off by putting my shaky hands on his cheeks, kissing him.

"i-i love you." i whispered before my eyelids closed.

"ariana! please, wake up! ariana!"

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