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.

open slightly but I guess Rylan got impatient cause he

Rylan snapped at Axel.

and look rather annoyed that he came barging

that hung loosely on his waist, not that I was staring or

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

were most definitely

"You told him?"

snapped

to you, not her’ Rylan spoke before I had the chance to

Rylan narrowing his

be a bloodbath right here in the hallway but instead, Axel just rolled his dark chocolate eyes at Rylan before bring

"You."

being as calm as he

"We need to talk."

said gritting

"Alone"

eyes snapping back

a hint can

I blurted out.

someone that probably means they don't want to talk; I explained to

care what

narrowed his eyes at me, I could tell I was testing

Rylan said deadly, standing in front of me

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

up to Rylan, rage obvious in his

protecting? If I stayed

the hell happened last time? So many questions were

"Do what he says."

words brought

"What? No way!"

two boys glared

about to say something but was cut off by footsteps coming

to see who it was coming up

all of us when we saw it was

a family game night; Kina muttered

wants us all downstairs in three

continued, giving us all a

nodded our heads in unison letting her know we

watched as Kina smiled shyly at Rylan, giving

he caught what

a few moments,

you.’ He smoldered before

me? What am I missing here? I was about to follow Rylan down the stairs but Axel stopped me in the

"Mia"

out, his voice

I repeated

"This isn't over Angel."

boring

breath; I said a lot more confident than I

was confused when I heard him shut his bedroom door before following me down the

the main floor Angelo quickly rushed into the kitchen, saying that Wyatt is going to have

the kitchen and saw Kina, Phoenix, Indy, and

and of course, Axel grabbed the empty chair by Phoenix and sat it down next to me, sandwiching me between them and Angelo was sat across from me next

closer to Rylan because Axel was basically sitting on top

hyper-aware of his closeness, it was making me squirmy and

small gasp as my shoulder accidentally bumped

came into the room holding

game onto the kitchen table, dust flew off the box, causing Kina to

Rylan told

She looked away embarrassed, her cheeks bright

guys

Wyatt cockily asked everyone.

nodded their heads or in Phoenix's case: rolled

box, throwing it

a wicked grin

at Indy as he landed on her property for the

going to cost you 50

smirked evilly

the bored of the table, sending the little

"Fuck Monopoly!"

cursed, walking out

stopped having

laughed, shaking his

"What a diva"

Indy smiled.

should go talk

signed getting up and walking

but laugh at him, the whole game was filled with him cursing and muttering under his

was actually really fun and I

hand felt like it was on fire, I quickly looked down and saw Axel had put his hand on

it, my

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

my hand from his but his grip would

up and starts heading towards the stairs,

of my

the table

"What are you doing?"

as he toed

you it

could hear the smirk on his

was watching.’ I huffed as we made

"I don't care."

said simply, his hand still wrapped around

I do,'

sounds like your

He snapped.

my hand from him again but

I told him

me amused,

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

He taunted me.

made my blood boil like he knew all the tight bottoms to push to make

"Fine.

shoulders, if he wants me to make him,

me, not expecting me to have