#Chapter187
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
