Mated With Five Boys

"But there's a story behind everything.How a picture got on a wall.How a scar got on your face.Sometimes the stories are simple, and sometimes they are hard and heartbreaking.But behind all your stories is always your mother's story, because hers is where yours begin."- Mitch Albom

Sometimes I sit around thinking about how my life would have turned out if my mother was still alive.

If she was there to tuck me in when I was little, or if she would have been there to see my eighth birthday.

There are so many unspoken words that now will forever be unspoken.

I wish I had told her I loved her more, and that I'm not angry anymore about her not letting me go to Thea Martin's seventh birthday party.

I now know she was just trying to protect me because Thea's family was known for dealing drugs.

I would tell her I missed hearing the sound of her voice or contagious laugh.

I'd tell her how incredibly strong she is for hanging on for as long as she did.

But most of all I'd thank her for being apart of my life for those seven years.

"Penny for your thoughts?"

A deep voice spoke with a thick Hispanic accent.

I looked over to see Angelo had taken a seat next to me on the couch, I didn't really like the fact that he chose the seat right next to me when there was a whole couch, but I let it go.

I was currently sitting downstairs in the living toom, bored out of mind.

There was literally nothing to do, I've done the dishes, wiped the counters twice, and swiped the floor.

The house was spotless trust me I would know, I rechecked 5 times.

His voice startled me, I was too deep in my own head I hadn't even notice Angelo’s had entered the same room as me.

"It's nothing,’ I said shortly, offering him a small smile so he didn’t think I was being rude.

"It was definitely something but if you don't want to talk about it, I understand."

He nodded his head. I just nodded my hand, thankful he was willing to drop it.

"No problem Carifio."

He spoke, I had no clue what he had just said but it sounded lovely coming from his mouth.

"I think I'm going to lose my mind if I sit here any longer.

I blurted out, looking down at the maroon carpet.

"Why? what's wrong?"

Angelo furrows his eyebrows, looking over at me.

"At the other homes I've been at, I was always doing something.

You know like cooking, cleaning, watching over the younger kids, but here there is nothing to do.

AllI do is sit around and think, and my mind is the last place I want to be."

I told him honestly.

I've been here for about a week and a half and I already feel like my head is going to implode.

"I get what you're saying, I think it'll be better once you start school"

He said playing with the watch on his wrist.

It was just then I noticed the tattoo's that ran up his left arm.

He had a bunch of flowers that were placed perfectly on his forearm but I wasn't exactly sure what kind of flowers they were, it then transitioned into what looks like a cross with a bible verse.

The artwork looked very detailed, you can tell the artist put a lot of time and effort into his work.

My eyes then traveled from his arm to his face, Angelo had dark brown eyes just like Axel, but he seemed more friendly, almost in an innocent sense.

While Axel's eyes were deeper, more mysterious, more exciting, more...how would you call it? More dangerous.

His hair was longer on top of his head, where he had it gel to a little point than it was on the sides of his head.

Angelo was definitely very attractive, there was no doubt about that.

"You know Mia If you ever need to talk I'm here for you."

up his watch

need to

especially

He continued.

can agree on

"l'll appreciate it."

looking back

felt like 10 years until I couldn't bear it anymore and

"What's your favorite food?"

thing that

Paisa, without a

He answered almost immediately.

"What's that?"

I asked him, curious.

it's beans, white rice, a fried egg, Colombian- fried pork belly, powered beef with an

mother used to make it all the

Angelo explained.

that where

questioned, trying to keep the conversation

mom and dad were born in Colombia, but as for my sister and I, we were born here

He informed me.

all the information that Angelo has

came to

He blurted out.

provide a

there listening to his story, watching him open

his life story? "When my sister and

had no other choice but to take her to the hospital or she would

eyebrows together, you could tell it was hard for him

paperwork for us or

helped my mom give birth in our small house

looked up at me for the first time since he started telling me

their children, so they put us

look in Angelo's eyes made my heart

being is

herself,

me, looking me in

would make him feel

him because it took a few seconds for

frankly, I surprised myself

contact at all cost but the

hate seeing

a good thirty seconds of having my hand on Angelo’s,

my hand off of

know it doesn't

I continued.

"Thank you, Mia."

showing his white

my

what's your

off by the red and blue flashing lights that erupted

"Here we go again."

up from the

got to

He told me.

watched Angelo disappear down the hall to go

the lights flash between the blinds on the

around the age of fourteen I went

I looked

10:07 at

out of

from the

made it the door, somebody on the other

as Rose opened

"Hi Rose."

her a kind

with a

freckles placed randomly on

did he do now

asked him a disappointed

at the bar

name I guess is Patrick,