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.

cause

Rylan snapped at Axel.

was unbothered by him and look rather annoyed that he came barging

with black sweats that hung loosely on his waist, not that I

just weird seeing him in something other than

were most

"You told him?"

eyes snapped

her’ Rylan spoke before I had the chance to say

Rylan narrowing his

bloodbath right here in the hallway but instead, Axel just rolled his dark chocolate eyes at

"You."

being as calm as

"We need to talk."

said gritting his

"Alone"

eyes snapping back to

a hint

I blurted out.

when someone goes out of there way to avoid someone that probably means they don't want to talk; I explained

care what

I could tell I was

said deadly, standing in front of me

you remember what happened last time you tried to protect

Rylan, rage obvious in his

Why would I need protecting? If I stayed away from Axel there shouldn't

the hell happened last time? So

"Do what he says."

sigh, his words brought me out of my

"What? No way!"

the two boys

to say something but was

heads turned to see

us

making us have a family

all downstairs in three

continued, giving us

heads in unison letting her know we

Rylan, giving him one

see if he caught what she did but he was right back to staring

a few moments,

you.’

What am I missing here? I was about to follow Rylan down the

"Mia"

called out, his voice

repeated now

"This isn't over Angel."

boring

your breath; I said a lot more

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

kitchen, saying that Wyatt is going to have a

Kina, Phoenix,

course, Axel grabbed the empty chair by Phoenix and sat it down

to Rylan because Axel was basically

making me squirmy and I knew he noticed because he looked over at me

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

Wyatt came into the room

down the game onto the kitchen table, dust flew

you,’ Rylan

away embarrassed, her cheeks bright

guys ready

Wyatt cockily asked everyone.

or in

the box, throwing it over

wicked grin

on her

cost

evilly

flipped the bored of

"Fuck Monopoly!"

cursed, walking out

we stopped having

laughed, shaking

"What a diva"

Indy smiled.

go

up and walking

game was filled with him cursing and muttering under his

fun

looked down and saw Axel had put his hand on

looking at it, my

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

tried pulling my hand from his but his grip

Axel stands up and starts heading towards the stairs, still

nearly fell out of my chair not

at the table

"What are you doing?"

hissed as he toed me up

told you it

the smirk on

make a scene like that? Everyone was watching.’

"I don't care."

simply, his hand

do,' I

sounds like your

He snapped.

slightly at his words, I tried to remove my hand from him again but he still wouldn't let go I just wanted to go to my

I told him

looked at me amused, humor

problem? Why can't he pick an emotion and stick with it? "Make

He taunted me.

he knew all the tight bottoms to push to

"Fine.

shoulders, if he wants me to make him, I

me, not expecting me to have that