Ariana Grande's Little Sister

Calls

Elle's POV
"Elle?" He questions.

"Yeah your daughter." I say, shaking.

"Are you sure this isn't just some misunderstanding? My only daughter is Ariana," He replies.

My heart drops. He really can't remember me.

"I'm yours and Suzzanne's daughter." I say.

Silence

"You put me in an orphanage on June 12th 2004.." I carry on.

"I'm sorry, Elle, are you sure you've got the right person?" He questions.

"Well it's what Ariana told me," I answer suspiciously.

"Well I think me, you, and Ariana need to talk about this in person, I'm sorry but I have no idea who you are." He says.

My heart breaks. He really doesn't know his own daughter.

"Ariana won't want to." I sob.

"Why not? Why does she hate me so much?" He spits.

"Because you abandoned me." I sigh.

"Can you please hand the phone to Ariana, I need to talk to her about this."

"Okay, fine," I sniff.

Ariana's POV

Elle walks into my room. I give her a confused look as she hands me my own phone. She actions to put the phone up to my ear so I do so.

"Hey," I hear my father say.

"What the hell do you want?" I spit.

"I think we need to discuss this in person, I have no idea who the hell this Elle girl is," He says.

"She's your own daughter!" I hiss.

"When should I come over," He asks.

I look at Elle. Her big brown eyes looking worriedly into mine. I can't say no. She already hates me enough.

"Tomorrow at 3," I sigh.

"Okay, see you kiddo!" He says happily.

"See you," I reply bluntly, ignoring his happiness.

"Thank you!!!!" Elle runs into my arms.

I hold her tightly and rock back and fourth.

"I love you Elle, no matter what happens tomorrow," I kiss her forehead.

"I love you," She smiles.