Ariana Imagines

#37: Sad Girl

   I waited again for her to come out of her daily party trips, back home drunk and possibly not alone. The thought alone drives me crazy. Than I hear the door open and close and footsteps. I walk to the front door with my eyes wide open so eager to see her. Our eyes meet and I can tell that she is drunk. "Hey." she says blankly standing in a strange drunk position. "Hey." I say crossing my arms, she eyes me up and down with her eyes squinted. "Are you mad at me?" she asks with an eyebrow raised. "No, I'm sad." I say truthfully ready to finally speak to her. She eyes me for a minute than comes near me and grabs my arm. She takes me to the couch in the living room both of us plopping down next to eachother. "Why are you sad love?" she says playing with my hair as we look at eachother. "Your other women. Your obsession with money." I mumble on. I get up soon after a couple of seconds of silence to get myself a blunt. I bring it back to the couch with a lighter, she watches me as I dangle it from my lips, light it and take it in in a few seconds.

   "So, what do you want to do?" she asks. I look at her as I puff out. "Do you love me?" I ask looking down not making eye contact playing with my fingers. Her fingers raise my face to look at her, "Of course I love you." her lips kissing my forehead. "I can't leave you.." I say not meeting with her eyes again afraid I'll break down. "Don't leave me." I hear her say loud and clear. "Will you change?" I look into her chocolate eyes. "I can't change overnight. You know I do all this for a reason sweetie. Wherever I go, you go. Understand?" I nod.  "I love you. You are mine. Your my bad good girl." I chuckle at her loving what she says.

   I take in another hit from the blunt then hand it to her letting her take some. I cuddle into her warmth smelling that familiar scent. "I love you too." I mumble back. "I'm sorry for a lot of things Y/N. A lot of things I did to you. But I love you so much, more than you think." I listen to her admiring every word. I nod against her arm, "It's okay I'll be here through everything." I say trying to calm her. Not wanting her to feel bad or regretful.