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."

his watch over to

need to

especially when

He continued.

we can agree

"l'll appreciate it."

back down to the

sat in an uncomfortable silence for what felt like 10

"What's your favorite food?"

that popped into my

without a

He answered almost immediately.

"What's that?"

I asked him, curious.

terms, it's beans, white rice, a fried egg, Colombian- fried

to make it all

Angelo explained.

where you're

trying to keep the conversation

but as for my sister and

He informed me.

my head, processing all the information that Angelo has just

parents came

He blurted out.

they wanted to provide a

there listening to his story, watching him open

to tell his life story? "When my sister and

no other choice but to take her to the hospital or

tell it was hard for him to

had no legal paperwork for us or themselves, they

but, the nurse that helped my mom give birth in our small house came forward and told the judges that we

first time since

still have taken us with them but they wanted a better life their children, so they put us in the system when they went back to

sad look in Angelo's eyes made my heart

human being is

blames herself, even though she

looking me in

him

tell I surprised him because it took a few seconds for him to realized what I was

I

contact at all cost but the sad look on Angelo's

hate seeing

thirty seconds of having my hand on Angelo’s, I decided I

I whispered taking my hand off

know it doesn't mean

I continued.

"Thank you, Mia."

smiled showing his

nodded my

what's your

red and blue flashing lights that erupted

"Here we go again."

sighed, getting up from the

got to

He told me.

Angelo disappear down the

the couch watching the lights flash between the blinds on the

of

this late? I looked over at

was 10:07 at

stay out of trouble for one

heard Rose say appearing from the hall,

she made it the door, somebody on the other side had

Rose

"Hi Rose."

her a kind

was tall, with a

and freckles placed randomly on his

he do now

asked him a disappointed look on

at the bar couple blocks down the

that's name I guess is Patrick, informed