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 that were even making me

fat ass up here, we

her hand in my long brown hair, that was dirty because we are only allowed one shower a week, and pulled as hard as she could, pulling my head closer

when

to increase, and my lungs started burning for

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

mine, and I didn't think that was

crooked smile started to form on

was nauseating on Mrs.Rockwell,

what do we have

laughed and gripped my wrist in his dirty,

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

her room after curfew, honey.What should

Martha's voice sounded entertained.

just had to go

tried to explain but was quickly stopped by the hard slapped that was

silently winced as my

your room after 9 oclock, you dumb

voice echoed in

wasn't allowed to go

him even angrier because his free hand, that wasn't death gripping my wrist, started to travel up and down my

made

sides of my

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

tighter and tighter around my neck, squeezing his dirty hails

lungs were

cry, I wanted to

my mind before everything went black was when I was younger, my mother would lay out blankets

for every star my eye could see, that it was the

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

than balls of gas, I really hope you're watching over my

I've never felt

"Over here."

soft voice filled the

carefully tipped toed around all the other sleeping

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

been here for two months and fifteen