Mated With Five Boys

"We understand death only after it has placed its hands on someone we love."- Anne L.de Stael 

 "Mia, wake up!" Whispered a soft, hushed voice.

In fact, it was so hushed I almost had thought I was just hearing things.That was until out of nowhere a loud door slam pierced through the silent hallway from the room right next to ours, creating enough force to vibrate the old wooden floors which we were laying on.

"Mia! Please wake up! I'm scared!"Panic flooding the little girl's voice.

l automatically knew who it was that was calling for me.

"Holly, where are you?" I whispered back, trying to look through the pitch-black room.

The foster people we live with don't allow us to have the lights on after 7:30.

Trust me, I learned that lesson the hard way.

You see, if you have the lights on after the restricted time, you'll get punished.

The punishments are plainly decided on how drunk Mrs. and Mr. Rockwell were that night.

On a good night, punishments usually consist of not allowed to go to sleep until they decide they worked you lang enough or going a couple of nights without dinner, sometimes both.

But if they start drinking the punishments become more violent.

Mrs. Rockwell has never psychically abused any of the kids here but better yet she sits back and watches her husband do all the work, smiling.

I remember the first time James Rockwell hit me, I wanted to drop to my knees and cry out for my mother, but I didn't.

You see when you've been in the system as long as I have you learn how to control showing your emotions.

Because people like James and Martha thrive on seeing you break down, they get off on it.

"Come here, you stupid bitch!"

Mrs.Rockwell sneered at me.

"No, I'm sorry, whatever I did wrong I won't do it again! I promise!"

I begged her.

"Damn right you won't do it again!"

Martha laughed, the malevolent smile on her face sent horrid chills up my spine.

off her thin body in waves

fat ass up here, we got a

dirty because we are only allowed one

heart was going to beat out my chest when I heard Mr.Rockwell's heavy footsteps slowly come up to the

started to increase, and my lungs started burning for more

finally got to the second floor he had to hold the walls on either side of him to prevent him from losing

was dirtier than mine, and I didn't think that

smile started to form on his face, showing his yellow

alcohol was nauseating on Mrs.Rockwell,

well, what do we

my wrist in

over my body slowly, I could basically see the devil coming

of her room after curfew,

Martha's voice sounded entertained.

just had to go

stopped by the hard slapped that

my face

your room after

voice echoed in

wasn't allowed to go to the bathroom

angrier because his free hand, that wasn't death

made

the sides of my stomach and

want to act tough huh? beg me, beg me to stop, you useless

around my neck, squeezing his dirty hails into my

were

cry, I wanted to fight, I

black was when I was younger,

stars, she once told me that for every star my eye could see, that it was the soul of

die our souls leave our bodies, and float into the universe, shining for the people they love back on earth, watching over

are nothing more than balls of

now I've never felt more

"Over here."

soft voice filled

the other sleeping kids, laying on

was the newest kid under the Rockwell's care, she's been here for about

I've been here for two months