𝐀𝐫𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐝 𝐎𝐟 𝐌𝐞, 𝐌𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐲?

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Billie's POV : "Yo, you good in there?" I quickly questioned as I heard a hard thud against her floor. She never really finished her sentence. "Ariana." I repeated. Still no response. I attempted to open her door but it was locked from the insidem. "Ariana Grande-Butera I swear to fucking god I will break this damn door down if you don't answer me." Again, radio silence. She's really testing me today huh.

Breaking the door in with my right shoulder, I stumbled into her room only to find her passed out on the floor completely nude. Jesus Christ, man.

Grabbing a blanket from her bed, I wrap it around her small, thin body and lift her up, carrying her over to her bed. I could see her ribs sticking out through her skin. There were bruises all over her body, and scratches on her thighs that looked more like razor blade scars. Wait- How the hell did she even pass out?

"Yo, wake the fuck up." I say as I push her head slightly. She's completely out of it. Whatever, she'll wake up soon. If not, not my problem.

Switching the light off, I leave her room and close the door behind me. I enter  my room, and observe a bottle of vodka sitting on my dresser, practically calling out my name louder & louder the closer I got to it.

.....Fuck it.

Grabbing the bottle, I open it and chug down as much as I possibly can. Damn this shit is good. It was as though each sip was even better than the previous sip. I finished the bottle, letting it fall to the floor below me. "Oh shit." I chuckled, letting out a deafening burp before grabbing a box from underneath the bed. It was Lisa's. She called it her 'box of memories'. Bitch you're dead now, fuck you got to remember?

I shook my head as I opened up the box, hoping to find a wedding ring to pawn later on in the morning. Nothing. Just a bunch of random papers and pictures. Useless shit. "It's shit like this that lets me know exactly why you're burning in hell." I speak to the floor as though Lisa can hear my words through a parallel universe. No wedding ring. No money for me. I'd pay good money to see her kill herself a second time just for that shit.

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Ariana's POV : I woke up with a pounding headache and a bloody forehead. Glancing over at my clock I realized it's only 6:29 in the morning. I couldn't help but let out the most disappointed sigh. I really thought I had died for a moment. Guess I'm not that lucky. What even happened? Why are my clothes off and how the heck did I end up in bed? All of a sudden I heard loud noises coming from mom's room. It's another woman.

I sigh as I quietly get up from my bed and walk over to my dresser, grabbing some clothes and putting them on. I really need to shower but if mom finds out i'm awake i'll get hit. I'll just try to be as quiet as possible and hope for the best. Tip toeing out of my bedroom quietly with my towel in my hand, I successfully made it to the bathroom without getting caught.

My hair is really messy from when the men kept pulling on it. My cheeks are a little bruised as well from all the slapping they did when I wasn't 'doing it right.' I don't know how to 'do it' right. I need to figure it out so it doesn't happen again.

I began to remove my clothes, and turn the water on, hoping & praying I wasn't being too loud. Hopping in the shower, I immediately relaxed at the warm water hitting my back. I need to wash really really well this time to get all the blood off. And the white stuff they left on my back and lower stomach. It's like sour white goo. Gross.

Billie's POV : I heard the shower water turn on. The little shit finally decided to wake up. This bitch has some nerve getting out of her room at all without my permission. I would've beat her ass right then and there but I was about to cum so she got lucky. "Yo, you wanna take all day getting me there or what?" I grab her hair and push her down deeper until she reaches my base.
"Oh fuckkk yes," I moan as I hold her down there for a little while.