SILENCE || A. Grande (DISCONTINUED)

¹⁵𝐄𝐥𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐞

We were all seated at the table eating dinner. Y/n's aunt made something called Savory French Leek Tart. I don't know exactly what it is, but it tastes very delicious.

"Y/n's favourite meal is actually French apple tart. When she was a child, I always use to tell her that it was more of a dessert," Elodie looked at Y/n and gave her a small stare before looking back at me, "but she loved eating it for dinner. Isn't that right, Y/n dear?" Y/n nodded.

It was silent for a few minutes, just the sound of forks clanking against the bowls until I spoke up, "this is very good, Ms. Elodie." I said, smiling at her. Ms. Elodie smiled back, "thank you, Ariana." Elodie paused and looked around the large dining area. "Y/n? Where is Tilio, Rémy, and Léo?"

"They said that they don't want dinner, tante." Y/n said quietly. I tried not to pay attention, but trying was useless. The best thing I could do is eat with my head a bit lowered. "Didn't." Elodie corrected. "Go get your cousins. Immediately." Elodie ordered. Y/n got up and went to go find her cousins.

I heard her sigh angrily before eating again. "I apologize for that, Ariana. Y/n's cousins could be very...rebellious sometimes." I gave her a reassuring fake smile, "oh, don't worry about it, Ms. Elodie."

"While we are here, why don't you get to know a little about me?" "Sure." I replied, eating another piece of the dish. "Well... I started dance when I was two years old and made it to principal dancer—which is the highest rank of ballet—at the age of 6. I originally tried to get Y/n to do ballet, but she decided playing piano and singing was more of her ego. I just wish she would use her voice more."

I nodded in agreement.

"Anyway...in highschool, I met this boy named Romain Blake. We ended up hooking up and I got pregnant with my triplets, Tilio, Rémy and Léo. When they turned two, Romain decided to leave their lives. I wanted to have another baby, but didn't have the courage to get pregnant again; so I asked my sister, Céleste, if I can keep Y/n for a little while. I ended up raising her to the age of 10, then she went back with her mother. During those ten years of her life, I taught her how to be a lady, and every time she obeyed she would get a treat, when she didn't...she would have to write a 7 page essay as to why she didn't obey my orders—and she had to do it with silence."

There's no way that, that's the reason why Y/n is so silent. A 7 page essay about why she didn't do instructions doesn't make since to me. There has to be another reason...I'll just have to ask her.

* * *

Y/n was taking a shower, so I decided to step in as well. There's nothing better than taking a shower with Y/n. I stepped in and it gave her a small fright, "Ariana! You scared me!" Y/n laughed. "Oh, I'm sorry baby." I laughed along with her. She suddenly hugged me, giving me a slight fright.

"Is everything okay, Y/n?" I asked, trying to lift her head up, but she wouldn't let me. "She's not telling you the whole story." Y/n whispered. "What do you mean?"

"My Tante, she's not telling you the whole story. She would abuse me if I disobeyed. It was very rare, but it made me scared—terrified. I was her favourite. And 'favourites don't get hurt like others.' She told me. Sometimes she would make me watch my cousins get smacked so I can learn to never piss her off. If you're wondering why I was so quiet; it was because I was scared. When I was little, my mouth got me into a lot of trouble."

I lifted her head, seeing tears coming down her rosy cheeks. "Y/n, don't cry. Come here." I pulled her into my embrace, hugging her tightly and kissing her head repeatedly. It was like a sad scene in a movie; where it would rain and the girl just told the boy something she thought she would never tell him. Steady but sad music in the background. La met est calme was playing in the background; it was Y/n's favorite French song.

"Why didn't you tell me earlier?" I ask. "Because I was scared." "Scared of what, Y/n?" I look in her eyes, those hypnotizing eyes that can fool anyone who sees them. "I was scared you might...might runaway.." she answers quietly. I chuckle; "I would never run away from you, my love. Why would I run away from someone who needs me?"

Y/n smiled and hugged me tighter;

"I love you, Ariana Grande-Butera."
"I love you, Y/n Y/m/n Pelletier."