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.

impatient cause he roughly pushed it

Rylan snapped at Axel.

rather annoyed that

wearing a light gray shirt with black sweats that hung loosely on his

weird seeing him in something other than his

most definitely

"You told him?"

snapped

Rylan spoke before I had the chance to

Rylan narrowing his

certain there was going to be a bloodbath right here in the hallway but instead, Axel just rolled his dark

"You."

being as calm as he was

"We need to talk."

said gritting his

"Alone"

finished, his eyes snapping

take a hint

I blurted out.

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

care

eyes at me, I could tell

Rylan said deadly, standing in

happened last time you tried to protect someone

Rylan, rage obvious in

I stayed away from

So many questions

"Do what he says."

released a defeated sigh, his words brought me

"What? No way!"

stubbornly watching the two boys

was about to say something but was cut off by footsteps coming up the

see who it was coming up

think it shocked all of us when

have a family game night;

all

us all a weird

our heads in unison

at Rylan, giving him one

looked at Rylan wanting to see if he caught what she did but he was right back to

a few moments, Rylan

you.’ He

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

"Mia"

called out,

repeated

"This isn't over Angel."

boring

I said a lot more confident than I felt underneath

before following me down the stairs, I

hit the main floor Angelo quickly rushed into the kitchen, saying that Wyatt

enter the kitchen and saw Kina, Phoenix, Indy, and Rylan already sitting

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

Rylan because Axel was basically sitting on top of

of his closeness, it was making me squirmy and

gasp as my shoulder

felt like an eternity Wyatt came into the room holding

the game onto the kitchen table,

you,’ Rylan

looked away embarrassed, her cheeks

you guys

Wyatt cockily asked everyone.

heads or

opened the box, throwing it

He spoke with a wicked grin on his face Jntbloloidaiciciaidaiok "You

as he landed on her property for the third time in a

going to cost

smirked evilly at

the bored of

"Fuck Monopoly!"

cursed, walking

stopped

shaking his

"What a diva"

Indy smiled.

should go talk

up and

the whole game was filled with him cursing and muttering under his breath every time he landed on a

really fun and I

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

my hand

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

from his but his grip would tighten not allowing

starts heading towards the stairs, still holding onto my

fell out of my chair

the table their confused faces matched my

"What are you doing?"

he toed me

told you it wasn't

could hear the smirk

Everyone was watching.’ I huffed

"I don't care."

said simply, his hand still

do,'

sounds like

He snapped.

to remove my hand from him again but he still wouldn't let

I told him

looked at me amused, humor shining in his

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

He taunted me.

like he knew all

"Fine.

my shoulders, if he wants me to make

me, not expecting me to