Mated With Five Boys

"The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched - they must be felt with the heart."- Helen Keller 

A couple of days had passed since the day at the warehouse, and I've been avoiding Axel like the black plague hence.

I'd be lying if I said I wasn't constantly on edge everywhere I went.

I've been waking up with nightmares the past four nights over the past events.

And to top it off I'm practically walking on eggshells around Rylan.

I want to tell him everything that happened, but Axel said to keep my mouth shut.

Axel as continuously tried to talk to me but I somehow always find a way to evade him.

I could tell he was growing annoyed with my constant diversions because he's always sending glares at my direction whenever do we manage to be in the same room, or knocking on my door, that I now kept locked.

And don't get me started on the text messages.

He also refuses to teach me how to fight until and I quote "love myself."

Which is oddly poetic for someone like Axel, who is a freaking gang leader and all.

I still can't believe it, but at the same time, I can.

I knew when I first saw Axel he was nothing but trouble, I just didn't know it would be this much trouble.

Camila has made herself extremely scarce for the last week, I haven't seen her around the house much, I talked to Angelo about it and he said she's been stay with her friend.

Something about that didn't settle right with me, but I didn't say anything.

I wonder what Angelo would say if he knew who his sister's boyfriend really was? Camila had been in school but you'd never noticed, the girl that was once a fiery red girl was now a deeper, darker, a sadder shade of red.

I remember the beginning of the week she was furious at me, sending death stares from across the gym floor but as the week progressed she only looked at me with dull eyes.

I got up from my bed and walked over to the mirror that hung on the sliding doors of the closet.

Axel's words kept haunting me, I couldn't help but think maybe he was right, even though I would never admit it out loud.

For the last four days, I've been standing in front of my mirror topless, staring out myself.

And when I could finally look at myself without tears threatening to spill out my eyes I was only left feeling anger and frustration.

I definitely didn't love myself, I'm not sure if I ever fully could, however, I wasn't as repulsed with my body as I was before.

My fingertips grazed the smooth scar that runs up the side of my stomach, it was at least three inches long.

I winced and pushed the memories out of my head.

I hated the hold my past had on me, letting me know it wasn't dead every chance it got.

"Mia, are you in there?" Rylan’s voice asked.

"We need to talk." He said sternly, knocking on the door.

I quickly put my hoodie back over my body and unlocked my door, opening it to come face to face with Rylan.

He was standing in front of me with determination written on his face.

I watched as walked into my room, not once taking his eyes off me.

"You need to tell me what's going on" He said sharply.

"Camila hasn't been home in days, and when she is here it's only for a few hours until she's gone again.

You've locked yourself in this room, not bothering to come out unless it's for school.

And Axel has been antsy and I've never seen Axel antsy.’ I've never seen this side of Rylan, he was usually so carefree, comedic and relaxed but you would have never guessed looking at him now.

"I can't! I whispered, looking at the wooden floor.

"Mia please, I'm begging you cupcake; Rylan spoke softly.

It was that moment I felt myself give in, I was going to have Rylan what happened eventually anyway.

"You can't tell any one; I stated to him.

"I won't.’ He nodded his head.

"I'm serious Rylan I'm trusting you, don't make me regret it."

I gave him a pointed look.

"I promise, I won't say a word"

I sat down on my bed and patted the spot next to me, Rylan took the hint and pulped down beside me.

I took one last deep breath before letting the cat out the bag.

I told him everything, from what happened the first day of school to the day at the warehouse.

Truth be told it felt good telling someone, a small weight was lifted.

I was still nervous that Rylan wouldn't believe what I was saying was the truth but I tried not thinking about that.

"I'm sorry I lied to you, I didn't know what to do,’ I muttered, fidgeting with my fingers.

"I'm not mad at you."

He told me, catching me off guard.

"Really?"

My head snapped up to his.

The determination that was once on his face was now replaced with sadness and remorse but his eyes held nothing but the fire of seven suns.

Rylan was pretty much vibrating rage, but I could see he was trying to control it.

Suddenly Rylan sprung off my bed and marched across the hall to Axel's room, I quickly followed after him.

When I got to him he was already pounding on Axel's door.

"Ry no!"

I shouted at him, he promised not to say anything.

I was silently praying Axel wasn't home, that he would be out wandering the streets or something but of course he wasn't.

Rylan got impatient cause he roughly pushed it open fully."How

Rylan snapped at Axel.

unbothered by him and look rather annoyed that he came

that hung loosely on his

just weird seeing him in something other than his leather jacket and

most definitely

"You told him?"

eyes snapped to

not her’ Rylan spoke

Rylan narrowing his eyes at

instead, Axel just rolled

"You."

being as calm as

"We need to talk."

gritting his

"Alone"

eyes snapping back

take a hint

I blurted out.

someone goes out of there way to avoid someone that

care what you

at me, I could tell I was testing

said deadly, standing in front of

protect her? Do you remember what happened last time you tried to protect someone or do you need

walking up to Rylan, rage obvious in

would I need protecting? If I stayed away from

the hell happened last time? So many questions were running wild in

"Do what he says."

released a defeated sigh, his words brought me

"What? No way!"

two boys glared

was cut off

of our heads turned to see who it

it shocked all of us when we saw

family game night; Kina

us all

giving us

heads in unison letting her

smiled shyly at Rylan, giving him one last look before retreating back

caught what she did

few moments, Rylan

her it's on you.’

missing here? I was about to follow

"Mia"

out, his

I repeated now

"This isn't over Angel."

eyes boring into

hold your breath; I said a lot more confident

him shut his bedroom door before following me down the stairs, I didn't take him as the type to

Angelo quickly rushed into the kitchen, saying that

kitchen and saw Kina, Phoenix,

Phoenix and sat it down next to me, sandwiching me between them and Angelo

closer to Rylan because Axel

of his closeness, it was making me squirmy and I knew he noticed because he looked

I let out a small gasp as my shoulder accidentally bumped into his, sending little sparks down to

Wyatt came into the room

the game onto the kitchen table, dust flew off

Rylan

embarrassed,

you guys ready

Wyatt cockily asked everyone.

their heads or in Phoenix's case: rolled

the box, throwing

the games begin.’ He spoke with a wicked grin on his face Jntbloloidaiciciaidaiok "You dirty

at Indy as he landed on her property for the third time

cost you

evilly

his chair and flipped the bored of the table, sending

"Fuck Monopoly!"

walking out

why we stopped having family

shaking

"What a diva"

Indy smiled.

go talk

signed getting up

filled with him cursing and muttering under his breath every time he

was actually really fun and

my hand felt like it was on fire, I quickly looked down

at it, my hand

him with a confused look on my face, Axel noticed me staring and

but his grip would tighten not allowing me

up and starts heading towards the stairs, still holding onto

of my chair not expecting

at the table

"What are you doing?"

hissed as he toed me up

it wasn't

could hear the smirk

make a scene like that? Everyone was watching.’ I huffed as we made it to the third

"I don't care."

said simply, his hand

do,' I

like

He snapped.

I tried to remove my hand from him again but he still wouldn't let go I just wanted to go

go,’ I told

at me amused, humor

on earth is his problem? Why can't he pick an emotion and stick with it?

He taunted me.

he knew all the

"Fine.

shoulders, if he wants me to make

his eyebrows at me, not expecting me to