Handle It

From Heartache to Happiness

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is Nick and London. 

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I feel like crap. Everything hurts, my head, my eyes, and especially my heart. I still cant believe I trusted him and now I look like a complete fool.

I wrap my blanket tighter around me and bury my head into my pillow. I cant be bothered to get out of bed today. I just need to be alone and get my mind right. I end up falling back to sleep only to be woken up by someone opening my curtains letting the blinding sunlight shine into my bedroom and into my face. What The Hell!

"Go away!" I shout burying myself deeper into my blanket and pillows hiding myself from the blinding sunlight.

"Yell at me like that again and I'll spank you." Says my mom. Why must she always threaten me with spankings? Helloooo, I am eighteen not eight!

"No you wont. Now leave me alone." I whine into my pillow.

Next thing I know my blanket is being snatched away from my body and my ear is being pulled by this crazy lady.

"OW! OW! OW! Mommy let GO! Im sorry."

She lets go, "Now get up you have guest and im leaving." Guest? The only ' guest' I ever have over is Izzy and she's considered family so who can my mom be talking about.

"What guest?" I ask rubbing my ear and wrapping my cover back around me.

"Izzy and some boys." What the hell is Izzy doing bring boys to my house. Does she not know my dad will murder her and me if he sees boys in this house, and my mom knows that daddy has a bad temper so why is she allowing boys in here. Whatever I guess I have to find out for myself.

"Mommy where you going?"

"To pop pop's now get up" awww she's going to see pop pop! I wanna go!

Pop pop is my mom's dad. Your probly wondering why I call him 'pop pop'. well when I was younger I could never say grandpa so I called him pop pop. My pop pop is amazing, he spoils me to no end and makes me laugh whenever he cusses my dad in Khmer, him and my dad have a love hate relationship. My dad hates pop pop because he's rude and he loves pop pop because if it wasn't for him my dad wouldn't have my mom and me and pop pop hates daddy because he says he's too stuck up and the only reason he tolerates daddy is because he gave him me. Me on the other hand I love my pop pop to death, he's the only guy for me. When I get married I want my husband to be just like pop pop, but not so rude.

"Im coming with you." I tell my mom while throwing my blanket off me and climbing out of bed.

"No your not. Your going downstairs to entertain your guest so fix up and get your butt downstairs." she says smacking me on the butt and leaving. She can be so mean sometimes!

I take a quick glance at my appearance in the mirror and im not going to lie I look like shit. Im wearing a pair of red baggy pajama pants, a white tank top, my face is pale, eyes puffy, and my hair is in a messy ninja bun. I really could care less. I look how I feel.

I leave my room and take my time walking downstairs where I can hear people talking. The voices sound really familiar but right now my brain cant put faces to the voices. I see my mom making her way out the front door.

"Mommy im telling pop pop your being mean to me." I say then stick my tongue out at her. She rolls her eyes at me, laughs and leaves. I love my mommy!

I finally make it to the living room and is surprised to see who's all there. Sitting in my living room are Izyy whose sitting on Justin's lap, the twins sleep on the floor, and Jason sitting on my couch talking to HIM. As soon as I see him my blood begins to boil. How dare he set foot into my house! I should punch him in his f*cking face!