SILENCE || A. Grande (DISCONTINUED)

²³𝐘/𝐧 𝐏𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐫

Y/n Y/m/n Pelletier. The girl me and Karla Camila Cabello have been fighting for since the beginning of 8th grade. The French-American I killed people for. The girl whose mom is trying to kidnap her.

Y/n Y/m/n Pelletier. What are we going to do with you?

I want to lock you up, and keep you away from everyone. I want to protect you, but I can't; you won't let me. Camila told you everything. Every single secret that I have.

You chose her.

But I'll have you back in no time. Trust me. As soon as I get you back, I'll trap you in my house that I have in Hawaii, and we will live out our dreams there.

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"You know exactly where I want to meet." I say and hung up the phone. "Iris is on her way, mother." I say. Mother walks in with her handgun in her belt loop. "Why am I supporting this?" She asked herself.

"Because you love me, and you only want what's best for Y/n." I answer for her. Joan never supported killing people, and I hope after this I won't have to sit in the stupid electrical chair; especially because she's supporting killing the three targeted people.

I check my watch and then look up at Mother, "we need to go." I say and walk to the garage. I got in the drivers seat in the black lambo and waited for Mother to get in the passengers seat before pulling out of the garage.

I never wanted it to be this way Y/n...we were suppose to have a happy engagement, but Camila obviously had to ruin that with her big mouth. She obviously had to say something to you and being the vulnerable person you are, you let her.

I guess I'm mostly mad at you, Y/n, but I shouldn't be. It's not your fault that you couldn't say anything to make her avoid you. You were just shy.

My thoughts made me drive faster towards the location me and Iris are suppose to meet. I need to save Y/n before Camila says something to ruin us both.

"Ariana! Slow down!" Mom said, gripping onto the seat. I shake my head, going faster I yelled out a "no".

*~Y/n Pelletier~*

"Then she killed this girl named Lucy. All for you,Y/n." Camila said, giving me the cup of tea I asked for. All for me? And she did this in middle school? A small 'innocent' girl like Ariana? I can't believe it.

I lift the teacup up to my mouth with shaky hands and take a long sip. "Y/n, you have never talked to anyone but Ariana. I've never heard your voice before..."Camila trails off as I put the teacup down on it's small, chipped plate. I stared at the cup, my mind still filling with wonders.

"Talk to me." She said with eyes that could trick anyone who sees them. She lifted my chin with two fingers. I looked away from her before speaking, "W-why?" I stuttered out quietly, "Why k-kill some-someone for me?" I ask, looking Camila straight in the eyes.

"She said it was all in the name of love. But it's up to what you think. Why do you think she did it, Y/n?" Camila asked. "I-I don't know..." I said, feeling the tears well in my eyes.

"Camila; a serial killer touched me! A-And kissed me!!And—and laid with me in bed!!! Camila I've been in love with a serial killer!" I cry. Camila put her tea down and quickly hugged me. I cried into her shoulder, soaking up her shirt sleeve. "Why can't anything go the way I want it to?! Why couldn't me and Ariana have a normal relationship!?!" I cry out.

"Because Ariana isn't normal, beautiful. And she never will be."

*~Ariana Grande~*