Lynnex's POV

I laugh at Isabella's text message before quickly texting her back.

My best friend is finally getting her casts off today after two weeks of me basically being her arms and legs.

She has been looking forward to this day ever since they put those dumb casts on her arms and I cannot be there.

My mother is making a big ass deal about me 'not spending enough time with the woman who birthed me'.

She usually does not care if I eat with them or not.

If she had it her way then I would be sitting in a rehab facility right now for an eating disorder encouraged by her.

"Lynnex Caye Williams, come eat dinner now!" My father roars from the dining room

I sigh as I turn my phone off and slip it into my back pocket.

I quickly stand up from the living room couch before making my way towards the kitchen.

"Please, skipping a meal or two won't kill her" my mother scoffs as she takes a sip of her red wine

I roll my eyes at my mother's words and take a seat in the only empty seat at the dinner table across from her.

This is part of the reason why I never eat dinner at this house.

"Can we please discuss this later?" My father grits out with annoyance

The blonde haired woman scoffs, taking another sip from her wine glass.

My father sighs and takes a deep breath before aiming a smile in my direction.

"Do you want some spaghetti? I specifically had it made by my colleague who just visited Italy" My day offers

I smile and nod my head. I grab my plate and hold it out for him so that he can serve me.

My mother carefully watches how much spaghetti he puts on my plate only to roughly smack the back of his head when he fills half the plate with the delicious pasta.

"You're adding too much, it should be one third spaghetti and two thirds salad!" She stresses

I groan with irritation at this.

I seriously miss the Wilder family right now.

"I'll take it," my brother says with an excited tone of voice

The short boy practically hops across the table to grab the plate from our father's hands.

My mother takes his empty plate and prepares it for me, barely putting any spaghetti on it.

Are you kidding me?!

She said one third!

That is way less than one third!

"While we're on the topic of Italians-" my little brother speaks with a mouthful of pasta

I completely block him out as rage begins to flow through my veins.

"That's literally a forkful of spaghetti!" I exclaim to my mother

My brother ignores us, talking to my dad about a family trip to Italy.

We literally do not speak Italian!

"Don't be so dramatic, I should be giving you no spaghetti," she rolls her eyes

"Do you see how big your thighs look in that skirt?" She asks me rhetorically

I ball my fists so tight that I can physically feel them shake.

"I'm the average weight for a sixteen year old girl" I state with a firm tone

She gives me a slow once over, her face quickly morphing into one of disgust.

Ouch.

I may not like her, but I have to admit that her doing this to my face hurts way more than her doing it behind my back.

"That cellulite says otherwise" she fires back

You know what?

I'm done.

I stand up from my cushioned chair which instantly draws the attention of my father and brother.

"Sorry, not all of us can get liposuction at sixteen" I reply sarcastically

I make my way towards the stairs so that I do not have to listen to my mother's disturbing thoughts anymore.

"Sweetheart, I offered to take you a month ago but you declined!" The woman yells from her seat

I roll my eyes as I quickly climb the staircase and make my way towards my bedroom.

Unbelievable.

She will never change.

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I hear a knock on my bedroom door which instantly causes me to perk up with interest.

"Come in" I say loud enough so that they can hear

My doorknob twists before my bedroom door swings open.

I am thoroughly surprised when I notice my little brother walk into my room with a plate full of spaghetti.

He usually doesn't knock.

I raise a curious brow at him and turn so that my entire body is facing him.

"I- Um- I brought you some spaghetti, didn't want you to starve" he says, clearing his throat

A smile breaks out onto my face as he makes his way towards me and hands me the plate of pasta

"Who are you and what did you do with my little brother?" I tease him

I accept the plate of pasta from his hands and place it on my thighs.

He rolls his eyes at this and shoves his hands in his pockets.

"I just-" he begins to say only to cut himself off

"I know how intense mom can get at times, but she had no right to attack you at dinner like that," he says softly

My smile drops and I immediately shift uncomfortably on my bed.

My brother notices this and chooses to drop the subject.

"I thought that I would be the one to tell you about us going to grandma's house" he says

I furrow my eyebrows at this.

The last time we spoke to our grandma she was traveling around the world, something my parents passed off as a midlife crisis.

That was two months ago.

"Why do we need to see grandma?" I ask him with confusion written on my face

It is his turn to furrow his eyebrows at me.

"They didn't tell you?" He questions me

I shake my head as panic begins to settle in my veins.

I move to place my plate of spaghetti on my night side table.

"Tell me what?" I ask, trying to hide my panic

He frowns at this, staying silent for a few moments.

He wears a thoughtful facial expression as he scans my face.

"I think that you should go talk to dad" is all he says

I physically feel my heart speed up as I quickly shoot up from my bed and make my way out of my bedroom.

I practically fly down the stairs before making my way towards the living room.

"Sweetheart, what's up?" He asks as I stop in front of the couch

I glance over towards my mother only to roll my eyes when I notice her staring at my outfit with disgust.

This isn't about her right now.

"What's wrong with grandma?" I immediately ask

His smile instantly falls once the words leave my mouth.

Oh my god.

What happened to my grandmother?!

"Lynnex, your grandmother isn't as young as she thinks she is," he says calmly

I feel my heart clench in my chest as he stands up from the couch.

He slowly makes his way towards me, not wanting to scare me.

"She hasn't been taking her meds recently and well," he trails off

I am practically hanging onto every word that leaves his mouth.

"She's sick" he sighs

My heart sinks in my chest.

"Define sick" I state with a firm tone of voice

He sighs.

"The bitch is on her death bed" my mother replies from the couch

What?!

I feel tears begin to well up in my eye sockets.

"Dad, is that true?" I ask, trying to hold in my tears

"Technically, she's not dead," he says with the same calm tone that he has been using this entire time

I shake my head.

No.

No!

There is no way that my grandmother is sick.

"We're all traveling to be there for her" he tells me

I nod my head, one hundred percent on board with this idea.

"Of course, when are we leaving?" I ask him

He smiles at my urgency.

"In two days" he answers

I give him an incredulous facial expression.

"Two days?" I question just to make sure I heard him correctly

He nods his head with furrowed eyebrows.

"Yes, is that a problem?" He asks

I shake my head before exiting the living room.

"Pack for three to four weeks" he tells my retreating body

Great.

Not only is my grandmother dying, but I have to stay with her and watching it happen for a month.

This is preposterous!

A funeral is one thing, watching your dead relative die in a hospital is another thing.

I feel my tears begin to exit my eyes and fall down my cheeks as I enter my bedroom and slam the door behind me.

This is shit.

Complete, utter shit.

My phone goes off in my pocket which scares me.

I reach into my pocket to retrieve the cellular device only for my face to pale when I notice that Isabella is video calling me.

Shit.

I quickly wipe my tears before answering my phone with a plastered on smile.

"Hey there, cutie" I tease her

I mean I'm not wrong, she looks very beautiful right now, but when doesn't she.

Her brunette hair is currently flowing down her chest since it is covered by one of my hoodies that I left over there for her.

The brown-green eyed girl rolls her eyes at me.

She goes to say something only to immediately cut herself off when she meets my eyes.

"Hey, what's wrong?" She asks with a gentle tone of voice

Her voice instantly causes my shoulders to relax.

Woah.

"It's nothing, I'm fine," I brush it off

The brunette frowns at this which causes me to sigh with defeat.

"I don't really want to talk about it over the phone, can we talk during lunch tomorrow?" I ask her

Tomorrow is Monday and since the both of us have the same lunch schedule I think that it would be better to break the news to her during lunch since she cannot hurt anybody.

At least I hope so.

"Yeah, of course" she tells me with the same gentle tone of voice

I close my eyes and slowly inhale through my nose before exhaling.

I do not want this bad news to practically terrify me for the next few weeks.

My grandmother is alive which means that she is still fighting.

She will fight through this.

She is a tough woman.

"Why did you call me?" I suddenly ask with curiosity

Her call quite literally came out of nowhere.

"Oh, I need the notes from the past two weeks" she tells me

I roll my eyes but laugh at my best friend's request.

She was practically a zombie when I was catching her up on all of our teacher's lessons.

"I'll let you borrow my notebook tomorrow after school" I promise her

She smiles thankfully at this.

We talk on the phone for a few more minutes.

Most of it spent with her flirting with me, or teasing me.

We bid our goodbyes and hang up on each other.

I turn my phone off and connect it to my charger only for my eyes to stray towards my beside table.

A smile breaks out onto my face when my eyes land on my giant plate of spaghetti.

I reach over and grab the warm plate, twirling my metal fork in some of the noodles before shoving it into my mouth.

My eyes roll to the back of my head as the noodles touch my tongue.

The sauce practically explodes on my tongue.

I shove another forkful of the pasta noodles into my mouth only to moan out.

Oh my god!

This is so good!

I might need to ask my father's colleague for his spaghetti recipe because fuck.

I could eat this spaghetti for the rest of my life.

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I will try not to make this too sad.

P.s. has anyone else's sleep schedule been so bad recently?