Acting in Love

Use In Case of Emergency

Ariana's Pov :

"HEY YOU!" Mac yells aggressively to the apparent person rummaging though my kitchen drawers. He turns, looking scared showing his boyish face and frame. He's scrawny, and that's coming from me. He looks to be trying to get a peek of photos to see who's house this is. "GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE NOW ! WE'VE ALREADY CALLED THE POLICE" He threatens

The boy steps out from around the corner to reveal a duffle bag on his shoulder full of stuff most likely from my home, and a gun in his hand. After that, everything feels like slow motion as I watch him nervously point it at us. My heart sinks and I'm frozen in fear. Mac sheepishly hides behind me in that moment, hiding himself from whatever might happen by using my body. The few seconds of him pointing it at us feel like the longest moments of my life. I can hear my heartbeat thumping in my ears. Thump. Thump. Thump. My vision blurring then coming back to me. My chest feeling like the heaviest thing on the planet. My pleading eyes make contact with his and I see regret flash across them as he bolts out of the front door.

I sigh a sigh of relief before bursting into tears. I have too many emotions right now to comprehend right now. I break down and sit on the bottom step of the staircase just sobbing while Mac checks around the house. I look up after a while to see Mac coming back towards me. I become enraged at the sight of him and shoot up onto my shaky legs.

"WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT ?!" I yell before groaning at him and continuing, "I'm so fucking sick of you ! So, what did you do? Just not set the alarm or lock ANYTHING ? That could have gone so much worse" I yell poking his chest with my finger, "We could have been shot Malcolm. Oh wait, not we, ME! Because your ass HID behind me, what kind of a man does that ?!" I scream at him

"Ariana I'm sorry, I thought I locked everything up" He pleads

"Save it, I don't want to talk to you anymore, the police are here" I say seeing them pulled into my drive way with blue and red flashing lights.

One man in uniform interviews me about what happened and I tell him everything I know. Another interviews Mac in the room next door. I catch him making glances at me throughout the whole thing.

"Any description you can give ms. ?" He asks assertively but not aggressively

"He looked like a teenager, maybe 16 or 17. I don't think he knew who's house he was breaking into. He was scrawny and unsure of himself. Brown hair and eyes. And ..." I trail off remembering the trauma "He had a hand gun he pointed at our faces" I tell him fidgeting with my fingers

"That's very descriptive ma'am, thank you. Now what did this gun look like ?"

"Just a pistol I guess, I don't know much of anything about guns" I tell him honestly

"That's alright ma'am" he says closing his notepad "My partner and I are going to survey the whole home and premises, make sure everything's locked up and see what has been taken"

"Okay" I respond, holding my self with my arms trying to find comfort.

Brian texts me that he's here and almost immediately after he comes in through the front door. I fall straight into his arms and hug him tight, digging my head into his chest. He rubs my back soothingly. We don't even need to say anything and he already understands me better than Mac has ever tried to. I tell him everything that happened and break down crying again. He tells me what Mac did is totally unacceptable and I agree. He hugs me tighter once more. The police finish up their investigation and tell me the house is secure and I lost some things from the studio. They leave and I try to tell Brian's he's free to leave.

"Ariana, I really can stay it's no hassle"

"I know it's not and that's why I love you so much" I say giving him a soft smile that quickly fades, "but you don't have to, I'm a big girl I can handle it, plus .... things need to be said between me and him in the morning" I say somberly

"Okay but if you need anything just text or call me" he says giving me one more hug and leaving. This time I lock the doors and set the alarm myself. It's quiet for a while.

"Ariana I just want to say I'm sorry I-" He pleads

"No, I don't want to hear it because I don't care. Just sleep on the couch tonight, find some pillows and blankets in the hallway closet" is all I say before running back up the stairs, going back to my room, slamming and locking the door. I hold Toulouse close to me while I try to fall back asleep but I'm way too stressed and I never eventually end up falling asleep.

I'm definitely calling my manager or my publicist or someone and telling them I can't continue this thing with Mac any longer. I can't even stand having him in my house at this point. Not only is he cheating on me, but he's also a drunk coward who almost got me killed tonight.

I close my stinging eyes for what feels like a second before opening them back up to a new day. I drag my tired, drained body into the bathroom and put my hair up. Starting the shower I tell Alexa to play some cello music. I strip my clothes and slip into the shower. Each very hot droplet of water hits my back soothingly. Flashbacks from last night rush into my mind. I squeeze my eyes tight wanting to think about happier thoughts. A person flashed in my head. Ricky's face is all I can see. His piercing eyes and deep dimples when he smiled. Then every happy memory we've every had flooded back ..... but the memories might hurt just as bad as the pain. Knowing I had that  once and might not ever again. I hold myself once more for comfort realizing I'm doing it often lately. I shake off the memories and continue my shower quickly. I finish and step into my bath slippers and robe, stopping in front of the mirror to dry my hair.

I walk downstairs to see Mac asleep on the couch like I told him. I kick the bottom of the couch.

"Hey! Get up" I order as he wakes up groggily and startled

"Yea ?" He asks sleepily rubbing his eyes

"I um. .... need to you to leave" I say nervously but knowing I need to do it

"What do you mean ?" He asks

"I'm saying I need you to move the fuck out. We're through" I tell him crossing my arms

"Ariana, come on, can we talk about this ? Think about the label too, you can't do this" he says trying to contradict me

"I can and I just did. So I need you to get you clothes from upstairs and go" I tell him sternly, "Now!"

I walk away from him and into the kitchen to get breakfast expecting he would do what I said and he does. I make some oatmeal with raspberry's and eat it as I watch him drag out all of his shit and take it to his car. He brings the final bag right as I finish.

"And we really can't talk this though Ariana ?" He pleads for the very last time

"Nope. We absolutely cannot. We're over and not together anymore. Goodbye Mac"
I say walking behind him as he leaves then shutting and locking the door.

My heart hurts from doing it and I fall back into the couch lifeless and mopey.

"What do I do now ?" I ask myself lightly while nervously biting on my bottom lip. I pull out my phone from my robe pocket and open notes.

It reads, "Ricky's number in case of emergency"

This was an emergency right ?

I click on the number and begin a text.

"hi. It's Ariana ... Can we talk ?" I type after 15 minutes of debating, then hit send.
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hi srry for the late update again. Also once again, everything said about Mac in this is fake and just my imagination. I'm making him out be a "villain" just for the book. Rest In Peace Mac.